Chapter 176: The Dead The river flows slowly. I looked forward silently at the surging river in front of me, not knowing what I was thinking. After the wind and rain a few days ago, the river water had apparently flooded up several steps again. Beside the riverbank, there is an old willow tree. The water covers some of its trunk, and its branches almost reach the surface of the river. Its swaying branches and leaves hang low, dancing in the wind. This willow tree is his friend. It has appeared many times in his works. On a sunny day, a graceful woman with various postures once leaned against a willow tree. Under his brush, she gradually became a landscape, attracting passers-by to stop and praise her. Confucius said, standing by a river: "Time passes like this flowing river, it never stops flowing day and night!" And time is just like this flowing river, it keeps flowing day and night! In fact, what has passed away is not only time and river water, but also people’s hearts…
※※※※※※※※※※※ Qinyuan International. At around nine o'clock in the evening, Geng Ting returned to the community. "Forward! Open the door!" She knocked on the door and waited for a minute or two, but still no one answered. "What the hell!" she muttered. Usually, when he heard the knock on the door, he would come running over. She complained, then took out the key from her bag and went in. The room was dark and there was no sound at all. Hey! She was wondering where this guy had gone today and why he hadn't come back yet? In fact, she also called several times on the way back, but the calls were not connected, and she had a bad feeling in her heart. Turning on the light, she was suddenly surprised to find the house in disarray. The wardrobe in the bedroom was open, and the computer desk in the study was in disarray. …… Many things that were once familiar to him - his clothes, his office computer, his calligraphy and paintings... have disappeared. Is there a thief? Do not! He left, he left without a sound! She soon discovered this unacceptable fact. He said he loved her! He said he would love her forever! "Xiang Qian, what are you doing, you bastard? Get out here!" she roared. From room to room, she shouted at the top of her lungs.
However, no one answered, only the photo on the closet looked at her silently. He insisted on putting the photo on the opposite side of the bed in the bedroom. He said that it was wonderful and happy to see her every day when he opened his eyes and see himself and his beloved together! Looking at this intimate photo, her eyes suddenly turned red. "roll!" She picked up something and threw it at him. It was a beautiful notebook, and Xiang Qian placed it next to the bedside table. He said that if he had any brilliant ideas, he could write them down. He is such a boring guy. boom! The notebook slammed heavily against the cabinet. Of course the cabinet cannot be smashed. A piece of paper fell out from it. When she picked it up and looked at it, her head suddenly exploded and she was stunned. There were only a few numbers on the paper: 1507. She grabbed her phone and frantically dialed his number. She wanted to explain to him that she was wrong and didn't want to end their relationship so soon! She still loves him in her heart! I dialed and hung up, then hung up and dialed again. Unfortunately, the only voice that came out of the phone over and over again was the operator's beautiful female voice: The number you dialed cannot be connected... Oh, he has another number! Geng Ting suddenly remembered. He had a card number that he had applied for specifically for contacting her. He said it was their love line and it would never go out of service. She started to dial another number, pressed 7 keys, but couldn't press any further, and she couldn't remember the rest of the number. A long time ago, when they just met, he recited her ID number by heart in front of her. She laughed at him and asked why he needed to remember it when he could always carry his ID card with him. He just smiled and said he liked it. Now, she doesn't remember his 11-digit mobile phone number. Maybe he moved back to the school dormitory! I want to go find him! Thinking of this, she stood up. But after taking two steps, she suddenly discovered that there was another big word on the back of the paper, and she couldn't help but stop. "Bitch! Bitch!" Geng Ting muttered this twice, and her heart suddenly turned cold again - he said I was cheap, huh, he actually said I was cheap! He obviously knew the truth about many things. What could she say if she found him? Beg for his forgiveness? And then start over? Geng Ting thought back to her unruly days and felt that she could not look directly into those clear eyes. "If you don't leave, I won't give up. I will hold your hand and grow old with you!" he once vowed. Now, I have left and abandoned it. Some things, once lost, may never be found again.
Such as love, such as trust. "what--" She tore the paper into pieces, held her head, sat down on the ground and burst into tears. Only the two people on the closet kept her company silently. ※※※※※※※※※※※ Misty night. Stumbling forward, walking aimlessly down the street. As I walked, I heard a song in the wind, lingering in my ears. I was young and loved chasing dreams I just want to fly forward Travel through thousands of mountains and rivers all the way can not go back Looking back suddenly, love is far away involuntarily in the sky Only then do I understand love and hatred The most hurtful and painful thing is regret …… As he got closer, he saw a middle-aged man in a baseball cap singing under the overpass. An old guitar, a microphone, a stand and a suitcase speaker placed next to it constitute the singer's entire belongings. The face of the middle-aged man was full of vicissitudes. He kept shaking his head to the rhythm of the music, becoming a unique landscape on this important traffic road. People passing by had different expressions. Some walked away without even looking at him, some threw one or two coins into the cardboard box in front of him, and some pointed and smiled and left. The middle-aged man didn't care and was still immersed in his own singing. It seemed that he was not singing on the street, but holding a concert. Walk slowly forward, then stop and listen to the middle-aged man singing— if you hadn't been heartbroken you won't understand my sadness When I have tears in my eyes, don't ask me who they are for just let me forget about it Ah, give me a cup of love water If I don't cry all night all sincerity Let it rain and wind blow The love you give can never be taken back Give me a cup of love water In exchange for my life not being sad even if i get drunk even if my heart breaks won't see me cry …… The middle-aged man finished singing, then looked at Xiang Qian next to him and asked with a smile: "My friend, do you also like Andy Lau's songs?"
He nodded slightly forward. Then he took out his wallet, pulled out a banknote with the largest denomination, and put it into the box. "Uh, you?" The middle-aged man asked in surprise, "Little brother, are you okay?" "fine!" "Are you really okay? If you need anything, I can take you home?" "I, I have no home, I am just a wanderer." Looking at his surprised expression, I waved my hand forward and said, "It's okay, you can continue singing." "Oh!" said the middle-aged man, "Thank you! Well, then please order some songs! I'll sing for you!" "No need! Really!" He shook his head, then turned and continued walking forward. The middle-aged man watched him leave, thought for a moment, then picked up the microphone and said slowly: "This song "Wandering Song" is dedicated to all my friends who are wandering outside. I wish you good health and all the best!" …… ※※※※※※※※※※※ Two minutes later. A young woman passed by the overpass and threw a few large-denomination banknotes into the cardboard box. Passersby looked at her sideways. The woman smiled without saying anything, and walked away in the strange gazes of the crowd. No one knew that this woman was the incarnation of Silver Moon. Of course, naturally no one would know that Yin Yue, who had been following Xiang Qian, had clipped a piece of paper in the notebook on the bedside table after Xiang Qian left the villa. Night fills the air. In the yellow light, the lyrical lyrics accompanied by the sad melody float in the wind, float - Wandering around the world, without a home. The winter wind brought snowflakes and blew my tears away. Walking, walking, walking, walking, how many years have passed; The spring grass is sprouting, and it is another spring and summer. …… (End of this chapter)