you have to talk to me

Misty rain in March

crumbling south

You are sitting in your empty rice shop

you hold an apple in one hand

holding fate in one hand

looking for your own incense

people rushing outside the window

cast eyes on the wet road

Your dance moves across empty rooms

time becomes smoke

love you can feel tomorrow has come

Our boat is parked at the pier

I'll wash my hair and climb up the mast

prop up our vine-like home

……

Yang Fan's voice dropped a tone, deep and soft.Half of them hit Feng Jimeng's eardrum directly through the earphones, and the other half slipped in through the window through the crack in the wall.Without any modification and without any accompaniment, this gentle and lonely singing sounded in the middle of the night, more moving than the song itself.

The voice was very soft, Feng Jimeng gently opened the window, and leaned his head against the window to listen.He didn't realize that Yang Fan's voice was so nice.The song echoed in the deserted and rainy night of the city, and it felt like the solitary cry of a whale in the deep sea that no one could hear.

Yang Fan sang this song twice, stopped to catch his breath, and said, "The song is called "Midian", with Zhang Weiwei's original singing and lyrics."

Gate: Very well written.

Gate: I haven't heard the original singing, but you sing very well, I like it very much.

Yang Fan probably laughed, and there was a snort in the earphones: "It's the first time you said you like it."

"It's getting late, go to sleep."

Gate: Can we sing a little longer?If you are not very sleepy.

Gate: I want to hear you sing.

"Sing what?"

Gate: This song or whatever else you want to sing, it's fine.

In fact, Yang Fan didn't feel sleepy. He talked too much this night, which disturbed his mood.I also talked on the phone. Although the other party didn't speak, I touched a warm prototype for the first time.He sang a song, and the other party said he liked it, and his feelings burst out a little uncontrollably.Yang Fan wanted to stop and cool off, but he couldn't refuse the other party's request.

Yang Fan sang "Midian" again, "City in the Sky", "Summer on Shanyin Road"...

It's been a long time since he sang such a long song, and he hasn't sung this type of song for a long time.When he went to KTV with his friends, what he ordered were all the hot songs on the charts, and he howled and quarreled with his friends, and most of them were drinking.

After returning to Hongcheng for the past few years, Yang Fan has already adapted to this kind of life. Words like "future", "dream" and "music" can no longer be heard from his mouth.He castrated himself to live like a fish in water, owning a car, a house and a "career". He is a successful example of a young man in a small town.But only he knew, he put away the inappropriate part, with the tip facing inward, and it was only himself who hurt.

Yang Fan discovered that "The Gate" is a very good listener. He listened quietly and expressed his feelings after listening. He could accurately discover and express the moving parts of a piece of music, and the points he discovered, It was precisely the place where Yang Fan himself was moved.They are like two hands playing on the keys, and through the medium of a third party, they have achieved understanding and resonated.

There was an impulse in Yang Fan's heart, like a seed that had been dormant for a long time, and he almost forgot about it. The seed that had missed spring after spring wanted to break out of the ground at this inopportune time.

He stopped without warning.

Feng Jimeng waited for a while, not knowing what happened.

Door: What's wrong?

Yang Fan didn't answer, but cleared his throat again.As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice suddenly became rough.

"It's raining."

Feng Jimeng thought he was talking, and glanced sideways at the window, the rain was still dripping, the sound of rain hitting the window sill, making a ticking sound.

Gate: Well, it's raining.

Door: Looks like it's going to be down all night.I hate rainy days, but it's good to sleep to the sound of rain at night.And you?

The person on the other side of the earphone did not speak, took a deep breath, and opened his mouth again, his voice was still a bit astringent and unfamiliar.Obviously, they sang very smoothly before, as if the car suddenly slipped when driving smoothly, and then began to bump all the way.

It's raining / I'm waiting for you in the rain / I can't wait for a long time / I start to miss

Missing is a needle / Every time I think of you / The needle falls

Every time I think of you / the needle falls / I pick it up / don’t keep it in my heart

It's raining/I'm waiting for you in the rain/I can't wait for a long time/I'll ​​write to you

The rain is ink / I am soaked in the rain / The rain is the letter

I soaked in the rain / write you a letter / your rainy day / the letter will arrive

……

Yang Fan squeezed the phone tightly, his chest heaved, his forehead was slightly sweaty, and the base of his tongue was stiff.

The lyrics are probably like this, and the melody seems to be like this too. It’s been too long, and some of them can’t remember clearly. I stumbled and couldn’t sing well after all.He regretted it a bit, he shouldn't have sung it.

The phone vibrated.

Gate: What's the name of this song?Who is the original singer?

"I overheard it, but I don't remember it."

Door: Oh.

"what happened?"

Men: You are not very familiar with the singing, I want to find the original singer to listen to.

Gate: It feels like a very nice song, but you didn't sing it well this time.

"Does it sound good?"

Door: Nice to hear.

Door: The music is very nice, and the lyrics are not bad. It's been a long time since I heard such a nice ballad.

Because of these words, Yang Fan's face became slightly hot

He swallowed: "Can you... have a word with me?"

Feng Jimeng pursed her lips when she heard this request, and immediately thought of whether Yang Fan would find out.

Facing the silence of refusal on the other side, Yang Fan didn't say anything more, nor hung up the phone, as if he was just waiting for him to give an answer of agreement or rejection.

Feng Jimeng's throat was a little tight, and her voice was dry.

He whispered timidly, "Thank you tonight!"

Your songs, and others.

--

Even though she slept very late the night before, the biological clock still made Feng Jimeng wake up early in the morning.The dull pain on the top of his head was still there, he subconsciously touched it, and in a daze, his hand was a little heavy, and he pressed it on his forehead, the pain made him wake up immediately.He took a photo with his mobile phone, and after a night of fermentation, the cyan had turned into a black-blue color, which was like a "blackened Yintang", and then he felt sore all over his body as if his bones were falling apart.

He rubbed his temples and sat up, moved his joints a little, got up and went out.

The house was quiet, and he thought he must be the first one to wake up, so he wanted to leave a note for Yang Fan and sneak away before no one noticed.After last night, it was even more difficult for him to face this person.

As soon as he stepped out of the room, he stopped in his tracks.

Yang Fan had already gotten up, and was quietly sitting on the cool chair on the balcony smoking a cigarette.

The rain stopped in the early hours of the morning, and the sky was a grayish-blue color after the rain, washed clean by the rain all night.Yang Fan was wearing a white cotton T-shirt and loose cotton home pants, which looked a little thin on such a cold morning.White smoke rose from beside him, and the smoke between his fingers had already accumulated a long section of ash.

Feng Jimeng took two steps forward, and greeted in a muffled voice: "Morning."

Yang Fan was like a startled stone statue, the soot was the first to feel him come alive, and landed on his lap.Yang Fan threw the ashes on his legs, turned his head and smiled at Feng Jimeng: "Morning, how do you feel?"

"good."

"The more you beat the young, the more skinny you get. The more you get beaten, the healthier you will be."

Feng Jimeng didn't bother to pay attention to him, she was going to go into the bathroom to wash her face, and then leave here.I received a message from his mother last night that she will be back at noon today.

"You can watch the breakfast on the table and eat it yourself." Yang Fan continued.

As soon as food was mentioned, Feng Jimeng's stomach seemed to hear it, and groaned a few times at the right time, which made him change his mind immediately.

On the table is a pot of overcooked millet porridge, a tray of steaming meat buns, boiled eggs and salted duck eggs, and two refreshing side dishes.Feng Jimeng swallowed his saliva, only to realize that he was actually very hungry. He filled a bowl of porridge, grabbed the meat buns and began to bite.

At this time, the door lock behind him rang, Feng Jimeng turned around, and met a middle-aged woman's eyes.He immediately wondered if this was Yang Fan's mother. He hesitated whether to say hello first, swallowed the food in his mouth, and ended up choking on his chest.

"Sister Feng, you are so early, have you eaten yet?"

So it wasn't his mother, Feng Jimeng secretly hammered her chest and thought.

"I've eaten." Feng Wenhui familiarly took out a pair of ladies' slippers from the shoe cabinet and changed them on, hung her bag on the hanger in the entrance, and walked straight in, looking very familiar with this place.

"Is grandma up?"

"Not yet, it's been cold recently, and she's started to sleep in." Yang Fan came in from the balcony.

"Well, then I'll wait for her to get up, and do what you have to do."

Yang Fan got up to take the water glass: "Drink water?"

"It's okay, I'll do it myself." When she took the water glass and walked towards Feng Jimeng, she glanced at him again.

Yang Fan noticed her gaze, and took the initiative to introduce: "Oh, this is my student, who stayed at my place last night."

"His head..."

"Practicing iron head skills, I hit a tree."

Feng Wenhui's somewhat sallow, sad face showed a little smile line, as if complaining about her junior: "I'm not serious in front of students."

Yang Fan laughed twice: "By the way, just wait."

As he spoke, he entered his room, took out an envelope and handed it to Feng Wenhui: "Sister Feng, your salary for this month has worked hard."

When Feng Wenhui took the money, she seemed a little embarrassed, and muttered: "There are still a few days before this month is over, and I can pay next month. There is no work that is not finished before paying the money."

She felt that the thickness was not right, so she took out the money and ordered some more.

"It's the same sooner or later, I'm afraid I'll forget it." Yang Fan said.

After counting the money, a look of panic suddenly appeared on her face, she took out a stack and returned it to Yang Fan: "Xiao Yang, you made a mistake, it's not the number."

Yang Fan pushed her back: "You take it, usually you take grandma out, and she will spend money if she wants it."

"No, no, grandma can't afford to eat pancakes and fruit when she goes out. Xiao Yang, don't be like this. Dacheng has already been taken care of by you when he works in your shop. I can't take any more money from you. "

"Dacheng gets paid as much as he does. Just like other employees, he relies on his own efforts, not me. Sister Feng, you have worked hard to take care of my grandma and saved me a lot of trouble. You deserve it. "

Feng Wenhui grabbed the money, as if she was holding on to her own gratitude, and couldn't put it down.Just as he was at a loss, there was a sound in the room directly opposite Yang Fan's room.

"Grandma has woken up, go and see her." With the soft ringing of the bell on the door, Yang Fan pushed her into the room.

Feng Jimeng, who was having breakfast in the restaurant, didn't go out of his way to watch the argument between the two, but he could guess from the roughly heard conversation.Grandma Yang Fan's health doesn't seem to be in good shape, and that woman should have something to do with the "fool" with a slanted mouth in the shop before.

Was Yang Fan such a person?