lonely city, lonely love

Gu Anfeng finally fell into a deep sleep, lying on the table, with a few scattered lyrics on the scattered white paper.

In the past, when learning Chinese, the teacher always said that he would put his love between mountains and rivers and express his ambition with poetry.Gu Anfeng always felt that this was a lie.Because poetry is really of no use other than gorgeous rhetoric.

It was not until today that Gu Anfeng understood what grief experienced was.

When every word was written, it seemed that the ellipsis at the back was crying faintly. With such a beautiful handwriting and such a sad lyrics, Gu Anfeng finally cried.

After all, the happiness that has been pretended for so long is still not worth the suppressed sadness.Tears fell on the paper.Don't like tears, it's a sign of weakness.It's not that Gu Anfeng didn't ask himself, did he really just give up?Perhaps, Xilan, what is his reason for Xilan... But, what's the point?

After working hard for so long, for so long, I finally know what helplessness is.

When he woke up, it was already midnight, Gu Anfeng leaned against the window, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, it was full of the bitterness of the cigarette, and when he spit it out, the room was filled with the smell of tobacco.

"Why haven't you slept yet?" Ms. Gu knocked on the door, looked at Gu Anfeng, with something flickering in her eyes, and sighed, "Do you want to have supper?"

Gu Anfeng shook his head and smiled, "Go back to sleep, I'm fine."

fine……

I told myself repeatedly that this incident is over, but my mind is full of that person's memory, good, bad, clear and unclear.

Vaguely, it seems that they did meet in college.

It's a little funny, Gu Anfeng lowered his head, his long eyelashes were extremely thick and flaring, casting a small shadow under his eyes, trembling.

The bitterness in my heart is still spreading.

No sleep for one night.

The next day, Young Master Mo called with a lazy voice, "Xiao Fengfeng, come here quickly."

The inexplicable and intimate call made Gu Anfeng stunned. It was impossible not to be excited when he was called by his idol, but he still coughed, "What happened to you?"

Young Master Mo was stunned for a long time, and it took him a long time before he started laughing. It is entirely conceivable that the idol on the other end of the phone laughed so carefreely that his chin should have fallen off.

Gu Anfeng held the phone, took it away, looked at the name displayed on the phone, and after confirming that it was really Young Master Mo, he asked, "What's the matter?"

Young Master Mo laughed enough before saying, "Come here, bring your words."

Gu Anfeng got up and started to wash. He went to bed too late last night, and his eyes were still bloodshot when he woke up in the morning. Looking at himself in the mirror, his face was pale and his eyes were red, like a ghost who just crawled out of hell.

After touching the stubble on his chin, Gu Anfeng simply tidied up and went out.

When he arrived at the location, Gu Anfeng realized that it was a recording studio. Everyone had indifferent faces. When he entered, no one paid attention to him, so he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

Young Master Mo came out from a long distance and waved his hands. The rare thing is that today he has no makeup and no thick foundation. This face is more real, Danfeng eyes are more narrow and long, and he is wearing a pair of ripped jeans, shaking his head Seeing Gu Anfeng, he waved his hand enthusiastically, "Xiao Fengfeng!"

In the long aisle, everyone's indifferent face, but only one person is particularly enthusiastic, which looks extraordinarily weird, and everyone's eyes suddenly focused on Gu Anfeng.

Lowering his head, Gu Anfeng walked over quietly, feeling that his idol was a little noisy for the first time.

"What about the lyrics?"

After handing over his lyrics, Young Master Mo glanced casually, "Alright, let's go record the song."

His heart almost jumped out, Gu Anfeng said in disbelief, "I just wrote this last night."

Young Master Mo nodded, "I know."

"Let's revise it. Are you too anxious to record the song now?" Gu Anfeng was a little at a loss as he was thinking about the words, staring at the piece of paper closely, wishing he could cut a hole in it.

"It's okay, I trust you." Young Master Mo didn't care too much, and went into the recording studio with the lyrics.

Gu Anfeng followed him in. The recording studio was smaller than he imagined, and it was a bit hot, but the equipment inside was all brand new. Everyone greeted Gu Anfeng warmly when they saw him.

"Teacher Gu, you're here."

Teacher Gu?With this extremely weird title, Gu Anfeng didn't know whether he should nod or not.

Young Master Mo leaned over and said with a smile, "Don't worry about them, this group of people will call the teacher when they see the lyrics, and they want to cooperate with you in the future."

Gu Anfeng was a little surprised, "You didn't tell them that I wrote novels?"

"I said you were a writer. They would have misunderstood it." Young Master Mo looked like "I don't care about me", with the corners of his lips curled up, he ran to the other side of the glass door and started to sing.

The young master Mo who sang was different from the previous ones. He closed his eyes quietly, as if he was another person, with a hoarse voice and a slow melody, which was very pleasant to hear.

"The wind on the beach is very strong, and my voice is hoarse.

You touch my head, eyes twinkle all talking

You say the world is beautiful

Great, you're still here, I'm still here..."

The intermittent voice seemed to be crying. It was the first time that Gu Anfeng knew that a song could be so touching.

"I haven't smoked for a long time, and the midsummer is shining brightly between my fingers.

When I advise you, you always smile and watch, what sprouts

You say, Ann, it's long and embarrassing

Great, you're still here, I'm still here..."

The sound comes out from the other side of the glass, it's not real, but you can still clearly feel the emotion inside, just a short vibrato is enough for people to follow along with the emotion they want to express.

"That day, you stood in front of me

Deep eyes, dry well, lingering

One cigarette, one word, and you're gone

I said the world is beautiful

Why, I'm still here, you're not here..."

Gu Anfeng's eyes were completely red, and he covered his mouth, unable to speak for a long time.For this song, everyone in the recording studio was quiet. Everyone sat feeling touched, as if they really understood it, and seemed to be in a daze.

Finally couldn't take it anymore, Gu Anfeng got up and left.

I went outside, lit a cigarette, and watched the people coming and going on the street. In a daze, it seemed that one of the pictures in the crowd was very familiar.

The cells in his body began to tense up, and he stood up and breathed a sigh of relief after watching for a long time.