string sound dream lovesickness

We once had the chance to love each other, we used to love each other, but why can't we still be together?Could it be because I was too greedy to monopolize such a beautiful you, so God punished me and made us not get together in this life?

——Mo Qingxian

Meng Yuannian walked around the room barefoot, stopped in front of the desk, and saw that there were two latest versions of stereos on it, and a cassette was in a box beside it.He casually picked up a page with Leslie Cheung's melancholy face printed on it, and he flipped through the other side with the songs written on it, the first one being "The Wind Continues to Blow".He shook it in his hand, he had forgotten how long he hadn't sung, the only song he still remembered was this one.

He turned on the stereo and inserted the tape, and there was a "hissing" sound in the speaker, and Leslie Cheung's unique sad voice sounded after skipping the beginning of the track.

我 劝 你 归 去

you said you didn't want to go back

just ask me to hold you

The long sea breeze gently cools the wildfire

i see you sad

You say how can I be willing to go

Cry is also beautiful

How to stop crying

I have to kiss your hair

Let the wind continue to blow and can't bear to stay away

My heart longs to stay with you

The wind keeps blowing

心里 亦 有 泪 不 愿 着 着 你

Hearing this, Meng Yuannian sang along softly. He didn't know many celebrities, but the only one he liked was this one.He remembered that his father also praised him very much during his lifetime, and would often sit in the yard with his songs on to enjoy the coolness, drink tea, or take a nap.

In the blink of an eye, three years have passed since that nightmarish day.Three years, time has taken away too many things, it seems so short, but it is so long when passing through every day and night.Three years is enough for him to grow from a child to an independent parent. Three years is enough for too many people to change their lives.

"A Yuan." Mo Qingxian wiped his head with a towel in his hands, and couldn't help shouting.He didn't want to see Meng Yuannian's lonely and sad look, as if he was too sad to hold on.He threw himself into his arms and rubbed against Meng Yuannian's chest with his half-wet hair: "A Yuan, I will always be with you, don't leave quietly again."

Meng Yuannian raised his hand to wipe his hair, smiled happily, and said, "Ah Qing, you will look good if you have long hair. I was thinking before, if you put on a robe and a bun, It must be pretty."

"Are you dreaming? What era is this? Who still wears long robes and has long hair? If that's true, I'll be laughed to death by Meng Ruo and the others." Mo Qingxian slapped Meng Yuannian's hand away and rubbed it with a towel indiscriminately. He raised his head and said, "Dry your hair first, and be careful not to catch a cold."

"Oh, I'm not you. I'm in good health." Meng Yuannian threw away the towel in his hand and lay on his back on the bed. "I really miss you. I haven't slept with Ah Qing for a long time. I still remember you used to put I kicked myself out of bed, sleeping in a really bad way."

"Then you'd better sleep on the floor." Mo Qingxian threw a pillow and hit Meng Yuannian's face with a "bang". He rushed to remove the pillow and cursed eagerly: " You are stupid, why don't you avoid it?"

"I can't hide." Meng Yuannian collapsed on the bed with his eyes closed, lying motionless, his brows knit into a ball and said softly: "I'm exhausted, I don't want to hide. Just hit me, I'll forget it, anyway, Ah Qing is the most cruel."

Sitting on him, Mo Qingxian stretched out his hand to pinch his neck, pretending to be vicious and threatened, "Then I'll strangle you to death, anyway, I'm the most ruthless, so I won't be soft."