I'm not young anymore.

It is a truth that is not subject to human will, and conforms to all the laws and laws of nature.

Once you are past the age of 35, for a man, life is basically fixed. And I have already fulfilled many sacred missions, such as marrying a wife, buying a house, having children, and so on. I have a lovely son and a beautiful wife, a house that is neither big nor too small, a car that is neither expensive nor cheap, and a stable but not well-paid job. In short, I am very happy, I am not confused in my old age, and I have nothing to achieve and no disasters.

One day in August, the weather was hot and tired. I passed through the underground aisle of Yan'an Road, depressed and listless. With some sewage flowing from the white tiles, and a choking musty smell in the air, it's an oppressive space. However, as soon as I entered the entrance of the underground walkway, I heard a crisp and pleasant guitar sound, followed by a beautiful singing voice from more than ten years ago - "Look back". Seriously, not many people know about this song these days, especially those young people. But as I walked down the steps, I realized that it was a young man singing this old song.

This is a very handsome boy, casually carrying a good guitar, and his face is white and clean, much cleaner than the average wandering singer. It seems that he really has a bit of Jiang Yuheng's demeanor, but who is Jiang Yuheng, that is the older generation of singers, and this young man must not know him.

But why does he sing such old-fashioned songs?

I was somewhat surprised by the sight of this young handsome white wandering singer standing on a tiled stage, just around the corner of an underground aisle, playing his guitar and singing as if no one was around. In front of him, like a normal wandering singer, the guitar case is opened as a container for loose change.

I hesitated for a moment, walked up to the young man and stopped about two or three meters away. The song amplified in my ears, and the melody continued to wash over my eardrums. The handsome young guy suddenly smiled at me.

His smile is sunny, all I can say is a frank kind of smile and a friendly one. I pulled a dollar coin out of my trouser pocket and tossed it into the case.

And then he smiled at me. The singing seems to be getting louder. I turned and walked away, thinking that I was going to keep going, through this oppressive, gloomy underground passage.

"I used to ask questions over and over again in the darkness and darkness", the lyrics sing. It was as if there was a current of air coming over me, and I saw the music rushing towards me gracefully.

I stopped, then turned around, and simply stood on my heels before the young wandering musician as if he were his brother. I must have heard something from this music, not the lyrics, not the melody, but — a memory, or rather a period of time.

When the young singer finished singing, he looked back and began to tune the strings. I turned around and walked firmly towards the exit of the aisle. Suddenly, I heard the young man say behind my back, "Are you happy with your life now?" ”

It wasn't loud, but I could hear it clearly. I looked back at him in disbelief, this can't be a madman.

The young man, still fiddling with his instrument with his head down, said again, as if to himself, "If you had to choose again, would you still live the life you have now?" What would life be like? ”

I do not know. I never thought about it. My mind was confused, but I didn't say what I could say to a nervous homeless man, though he spoke like a philosopher.

The young man looked up, smiled brightly at me again, and then plucked the strings and sang about Eason Chan's decade.

I quickly turned around and walked briskly out of the gloomy underground hallway.

That night, I watched TV dramas and variety shows as usual, dictated phrases for my son as usual, put my arms around my wife's head and kissed her on the cheek. But I was terrified all night, and I was afraid that I would think of that neurotic guy.

And then I fell asleep, is this just a madman, choosing his life again? I've crossed the hurdle of 35 years old, and my life has been frozen. Everything about me is ironclad and cannot be denied.

I woke up the next morning and the first thing I did was look for my phone and look at the time. But there was no alarm clock this morning, and usually since my wife started work much earlier than me, she would set the alarm clock, so as long as it wasn't a day off, I would enjoy an alarm clock music every morning.

But not today. And—

And I didn't touch my phone!

Well, usually my phone is at the head of my bed, and when I wake up in the morning, I turn on the wireless mode of my phone, which means that the day's work is about to start and I am ready to talk to anyone.

But when I woke up this morning, I didn't find my phone at the bedside. All of a sudden, I almost jumped, in fact I did. In front of my eyes, it's not a double bed, yes, it's not a double bed, it's not the bed that my wife and I have slept in for more than ten years, in other words, I sleep in someone else's bed!

And, it's not my room, and for more than a decade, I've known this room inside and out. Whether it's the wallpaper, the dim lighting, the special smell in the room, the wedding photos hanging on the wall, or even the old birch veneered furniture, I can't be more familiar with them, they are like my wife's body, there is no strangeness in my eyes at all, but—

This is indeed not my room.