love you like a song

I can't change the fate of a woman, and I can't change the death of her son, but I hope she can believe that there is still love and good people in this world...

By Mu Zi'an

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Sitting on the bus to Huangpu River, Mu Zi'an tilted his head and looked at the continuous night scene outside the window.

Halfway up the station came a woman with a guitar on her back.

She seemed to be having a hard time squeezing the ground, and she only stepped onto the carriage with a stagger.

Everyone pays attention to the woman because she is carrying a guitar. It is not surprising that she is carrying a guitar. The strange thing is that she does not look like that kind of musician, let alone a young street singer.

The woman doesn't look young anymore, even a little old.The messy snow-silk hair and the simple clothes make it difficult to associate her with the guitar.

There were so many people in the car that it was difficult to breathe.

The woman stood at the front, facing the car full of people, and smiled.

To be honest, her smile is not very good-looking.

But she was smiling all the time, very brightly.

She began to speak, "Hello, everyone! I am a wandering singer. It is a great honor to meet you today."

"I hope my singing will bring you a little happiness, and I hope you can support me. Thank you, I will sing "A Good Man's Life Is Safe" for you. I hope you will like it!"

It was very noisy in the carriage, and few people paid attention to what she said.

Mu Zi'an kept his head down, thinking about his own thoughts, and didn't pay attention to her at all.

The woman began to sing, "How many things have happened in the past, as if it was just yesterday..."

The carriage was silent for an instant, and all eyes moved to the middle-aged woman, watching her, strictly speaking, listening to her music, the songs she sang, as if I was really 'attracted' by her singing.

Mu Zi'an gradually raised his head.

It's really not good for a woman to sing. Everyone looks at her with disgust, but Mu Zi'an keeps looking at her very seriously.

After singing, the woman kept laughing.

To be honest, it is impossible to listen to songs for nothing. It is a meaning to show it more or less.

But none of the people in the car took out their pockets. They were more indifferent, and even angry at the woman asking for money for such an ugly song.

Mu Zi'an didn't have much money in his pocket, so he kept looking at the woman.

This woman has been in the newspapers.

For the sake of her son who has leukemia, she squeezes into the car when she meets her, with a habitual smile, habitual blessings, and habitual good people have a safe life.

The irony is that the woman sings that a good man is safe in life, but some people think she is old and her voice is not good, and some people think she is a liar. Anyway, no one pays her son. In the end, her son was not saved.

But when the woman was crossing the road, she was hit and killed by a car in order to save other people's children.

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This person was in Mu Zi'an's memory in her previous life because when the woman died, it was when she returned to Beijing in her previous life and learned of Nan Nan's death.

All days are destined.

Mu Zi'an didn't want to care about it at first, but seeing the woman's gentle expression, it was very similar to Gu Nan sometimes looking at her expression, so he couldn't pretend he didn't see it.

Mu Zi'an stood up, walked to the woman, gave her the only money he had, and said.

"Lend me your guitar for a while."

The woman looked into Mu Zi'an's eyes, handed her the guitar, smiled, and said. "It's okay, it's not mine."

After Mu Zi'an got the guitar, he casually sat on a chair, pointed at the woman, and said. "If you think I will sing well next time, everyone will give her money."

"No recording or video allowed."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Zi'an lowered his head, adjusted his voice, and began to sing...

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"At dawn through the window, the sun is shining on the West Bridge, and the clouds are shaking by itself. I think of the hem of your clothes that were swaying slightly in the lotus wind."

"Wood carvings flow like gold, and the years are rippling. I sealed my pen seven years ago, because I spend my life only for you."

Clear and light music, clear and light singing voice.

Mu Zi'an sang "On the Qingming Rain" published in 2009.

Her voice is not thin, on the contrary, for a child of this age, it is much more mellow and distinctive. Most importantly, there is an indescribable unique temperament in her singing.

This kind of temperament is very mature and thorough. Combined with the youth and simplicity of 15 years old, it gives people the feeling that it is not nondescript, but an existence that transcends time and space.

This is a penetrating voice, although it is still immature, but it is very infectious.

The melodious melody sounded slowly, the melodious music was like mountains and flowing water, pattering, like the jingle of clear springs in the mountains, Mu Zi'an slowly raised her head, her gaze seemed to travel through time and space, carrying bits of memories, the deep voice sounded.

"The rain wets my eyes, leaning on the well every year and looking forward to returning to the church, I am most afraid that I will not realize that two lines of tears have been torn apart."

"I wandered in the world and couldn't find your paradise."

A plain and ordinary voice came slowly, refreshing, and Mu Zi'an's strong appeal and rendering power gushed out, and everyone's spirits were immersed in it.

As the singing sounds flowed in my heart, the memories buried in my heart were gradually brought back.

Time flies, the years go by, the memories of the past are like ink paintings, turned over one by one, the little girl pulls Gu Nan forward, and her cheerful laughter resounds through the sky.

They looked at each other and smiled, warming the sky.

"I can't wait to forget it."

"It's the chrysanthemum on the Qingming Rain sent to you again, singing your favorite song softly."

Everyone's memories flowed involuntarily. The girl grew up a bit, knelt in front of the tombstone, and gradually walked towards a dark road, and the world was far away from her.

She walked, walked, and returned to the home where Gu Nan no longer existed, sitting quietly at the desk and writing.

"Thinking of you, every night."

"There is a qin in the distance, which is ethereal and ethereal, and its sound urges the sky to rain."

"Talk to yourself what's on your mind."

A touch of sadness lingered in the audience, the brisk melody hovered in the heart, the tip of the nose was slightly sour, and everyone's memories were immersed in Mu Zi'an's memories of his previous life.

"The shadow of the moon is flickering, the fireworks are heavy, and the candles are red."

"Old dreams in the world of mortals, all dreams will be empty."

Gu Nan's bright appearance is gradually blurred, the girl has gradually forgotten everything about Gu Nan, her gentle voice, and she can't even remember who Gu Nan is in her memory.

The thin figure turned into misty rain.

"The rain wet my eyes, and I look forward to returning home every year."

"I'm most afraid that the tears have been split into two lines before I realize it."

"I'm wandering in the world and can't find your paradise."

"I can't wait to forget it."

Tears flowed from a boy's eyes, and he gradually resonated with the singing.

He thought of his sickly first love. Back then, she always liked to bully him, and was always proud of it. He always gritted his teeth angrily, but he had no choice but to let her bully him.

She likes to write a diary, and likes to record some things in the diary. She said to herself that she is afraid that she will forget it one day. She once said to herself seriously, will you forget me one day?

He didn't care, she changed schools later, and as he grew up, he gradually forgot about her, but when he thinks about it now, he is full of bitterness, lingering in his heart, his eyes are red, wondering if she is still in good health?Are you sick?

His tears flowed down, wet the skirt of his clothes, and he didn't realize it.

"It's the Qingming rain again, and Zheju sent it to you."

"Sing your favorite song softly."

"I'm wandering in the world and can't find your paradise."

"I can't wait to forget it."

A girl's tears flowed uncontrollably, her eyes were red, her mother used to call cautiously, and she also said inadvertently that she hoped she would come back to accompany her.

She didn't care, and even found it annoying.

In the end her mother left without saying a word. She regretted it a lot. She didn't know if she was in heaven now. She suddenly missed her so much and wanted to eat her cooking again.

sorry mom!

"It's the Qingming rain again, and Zheju sent it to you."

"Sing your favorite song softly."

Mu Zi'an's vision was a little blurry, everything in his previous life came to his mind, Gu Nan's cheeks were so clear, yet so far away.

Everyone has regrets, and Mu Zi'an is no exception, but after changing her life, she has forgotten the friendship with Gu Nan, her voice, and the days spent together.

Mu Zi'an felt a little sad in his heart.

... Past life, let's go.

The singing voice slowly disappeared, and the lingering sound lingered endlessly. Everyone was addicted to it and couldn't extricate themselves. Everyone thought of the person they loved, their first love, and their eyes were blank.

Mu Zi'an stood in the car in a daze, looking at everyone in a daze, with tears streaming down her face, she couldn't help being immersed in the past, and got out of the car in a daze.

All the audience couldn't help but shed tears, they couldn't help themselves, their eyes were red, and they looked at Mu Zi'an's thin figure who had already left in a daze, and it took a long time to react, and handed the money to the woman.

The woman took the money, choked up, looked into the gap between the guitar - left her a note 'you are a good mother, I wish you a safe life', kept crying and said 'thank you. '

The reality is like this, when the beautiful feelings come to an end from the singing, regret becomes synonymous with life.

Many people are sad because of regrets, but they don't know that the beauty of life lies in this. What you miss, what you can't go back, and do everything possible to be remembered in your heart, become the best past in the journey of life.

People who have been in this car for many years will still inadvertently recall that in the past, someone sang a song here.

However, many people sang and cried.

The author has something to say:

The text of the next chapter is really going to be sweet, congratulations to Lamb for getting out of the order.