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Chapter 525 A Song "Old Street"

The name of the song is Old Street.

Xu Fan likes the taste of this song very much, it is calm and serene.

Xu Fan hugged the guitar, looked at the people around him, and then started playing seriously.

Gently, the guitar sound slowly sounded, and then fell.

The ghostly melody was beating slowly, and Xu Fan began to sing.

a faded photo
It seems to bring me a little nostalgia

Hot noodle soup sold by grandpa at the end of the alley
The smell permeates the old backyard
A stray cat is fast asleep on a swing
The setting sun shines again, he squints his eyes

The postcard from the deskmate

Lying quietly in the desk
Xu Fan's voice was still so nice, and the few people sitting beside him were fascinated by it.

The little girl Pu Sihan even stared at Xu Fan seriously with big eyes, without any intention of moving.

Xiao Pu sat at the side, listening to Xu Fan's singing quietly. The content of the lyrics was not much, but they seemed familiar.

Old Street refers to that street, Xu Fan didn't say.

But at the end of the alley, where the old man sells the second-generation hot noodle soup, she has a deep memory. She doesn't know why Xu Fan still remembers it until now, but she remembers that he liked it very much when she was a child.

The smell is really fragrant and fragrant.

An old street is not necessarily an old street, maybe it is just a country lane.

The lyrics are using the simplest words to describe some simple pictures, such as a stray cat sleeping soundly on a swing, swinging around.

Just like myself and him, tie a rope to a branch, use it as a swing, and start to feel anxious.

The kitten enjoys the caress of the sun, squinting fascinated.

In fact, the memory in the story is sometimes so simple. It seems that there is nothing to describe, but there are countless things in the real name.

What the people in the old street passed by has become a landscape in memory.

Maybe nice, maybe sad.

Maybe you will always meet and miss, maybe you will always miss what you meet.

Whose photo belonged to, and whose letter belonged to, there is no way to talk about it now.

Maybe there are some memories in the back of my mind, but now it seems that I can only hide them and won't tell anyone.

The memory at that time was actually a little fuzzy, but besides the fuzziness, it seemed to be very clear.

Xu Fan said in his singing voice, still put it in the desk.

In fact, if you have been careful, the desk is not also a way of expressing your heart, maybe it is hidden deep, and you will never talk about it again.

Xu Fan's voice was a little gentle, but his singing was still the same. He held the guitar with both hands, and played every string seriously.

The singing continues.

winter is coming to an end

There are also carved door curtains

On both sides of the narrow long aisle
The old house still raises the smoke
Just finished the rainy season
The old street where my parents walked together again
What Xu Fan likes most is this sentence. On both sides of the narrow and long corridor, the old house still smokes from the kitchen.

At this moment, he sang every word of the lyrics seriously.

In fact, the original meaning of the lyrics of this song is that the spring is coming to an end, but Xu Fan here has made a slight change.

Changing spring to winter doesn't change much.

He actually wanted to change Xiaoyu to Xiaoxue, but after much deliberation, he still didn't change it.

Those who listened to the song didn't feel embarrassed, but they could understand it.

There is even a feeling of nostalgia.

The lyrics of this song seem to be simple and simple, like a piece of prose poetry, it is very casual, but it is very reasonable and interesting.

Just like the previous "Prose Poems Written by Father", Ciyan is actually an article, even if you don't have to sing it, even if you read it, you can feel very comfortable.

The road is neither wide nor short, and there are countless houses on both sides of the road. When the time comes in the evening, the houses beside the road are full of cooking smoke.

Every household started to cook, and this season that is about to pass, we encountered the old place where our parents used to go.

Even without paying attention to the lyrics, just the feeling of listening to this song, Xu Fan himself likes it very much.

Xiao Pu and the others beside him had a little light in their eyes.

Pu Sihan's big eyes kept staring at Xu Fan.

Xiao Pu clasped her hands together, and then let go. It could be seen that she was actually a little nervous, and then relieved a lot.

Liu Sisi and Liu Hao didn't speak, they just looked at Xu Fan and listened carefully to Xu Fan's singing.

The singing voice was very pleasant, and Xu Fan was still singing.

Can't remember what day of the year

long and short years
Can't go back now

time long gone
The blurred ticket in my hand
became a signal of memory

Time is rushed, but also relentless.

It can make you forget all the good things you think, and it can also make you remember all the painful things.

In these long years, how many feelings have passed by, and what good strangers have passed by.

From scratch, from pirated recordings, in the long and short life, it is difficult to use some words to clearly explain the past in the story, the passing time and the past, can you not change, and you cannot change.

The only witness to the memory may be an indistinct train ticket that once left or arrived.

Simple but powerful to prove your absence or existence.

Life is so simple, sometimes it seems messy, sometimes it seems dilapidated and helpless.

The story always happens unconsciously. In fact, few people really care about the irreparable things, but the things in the memory are hard to cover up.

I'm not worried that I won't forget you, I'm just worried that I won't be able to forget my habits.

Xu Fan's singing voice is melodious, and every word seems to be telling a story.

The picture in the story seems simple, but also seems very long, the past in the story seems calm, but also seems to be boiling.

In the peaceful past, there will be some changes in the morning or evening.

The text of this song is beautiful and short.

The time of the years is like the executioner of memory and time, constantly punishing himself with a bloody knife.

This has nothing to do with fear or not, it is just a fantasy of real life and enjoying society.

No one doesn't like dreaming, but compared to dreaming, more people like the future of success and the past of memories.

It's just that most people's past may only remember a certain old street.

I can't remember the specific time, that year and that month.

Maybe I remember the meaning of some words I said, but I don't remember the specific words.

Life will always make us selectively forget some unimportant things when we recall, even if these things were very, very important to us in my situation at the time.

Time is long and cruel, and reality is helpless and vicious.

When Xu Fan sang this song again, he only felt that the memory in his mind was slowly recalling in the depths of his mind.

Just like what he said to the people around him just now: "I just want to sing a song for you."

Whether it's about you or not, this song really wants to be sung for you to listen to.

So no matter what the expressions of the people around him were, he continued to sing the chorus of the second half of the song seriously.

The voice is gentle, but melodious for a long time.

I don't know what I can't forget, I can't remember what it was like back then
I can’t see or go to a place I can’t see, maybe the tone of the old street belongs to my sadness
The smile on the corner of the mouth is getting more and more reluctant, I don’t know what it is that I can’t forget
Can't let go of the familiar clips, look back, it has been many years
Look at the sky through your fingers

I went back to the old street again, drifting away by your side

(End of this chapter)