you have to talk to me

i killed a chicken

grab it by the neck

The knife cuts its throat swiftly

blood on my hands

hot as lava

what is killing a chicken

I still kill

in the deepest night

I stab them in the neck with a sharp knife

Take an ax and chop off their heads

Take a gun and blast them to pieces

like harvesting wheat

they die with a click

they become ghosts

I'm scared

even fear can't stop me

kill them there are ghosts

Every morning

I wake up from a pile of bones

then be a kind person

……

Every morning

I wake up from a pile of bones

then be a kind person

……

Yang Fan's chest heaved and he gasped, even the fingertips trembled slightly after he plucked the strings. He didn't, and he wanted to have an effect when he sang completely, but his emotions were not only stirred by the song.

There is a fire that cannot be extinguished to the end, and even if it is thrown into the deepest and coldest lake, even if it no longer emits warmth, it will still be a kindling that only needs a little air to burn blazingly again.

Just now he finished singing the song tentatively named "Missing". The opposite party suddenly asked him if he still wanted to listen to other original songs.

He just wrote it two days ago, the first draft of the song was down, it was not finished before, and he just turned it out the other day when he was looking for the guitar, some yellowed.Even he himself was a little surprised that this thing was still there.

Yang Fan only put together the lyrics and music, but he hasn't sung it coherently, but this abrupt request seems like he needs to have that air.After singing, he was also completely ignited, the kind of enthusiasm and excitement that he hadn't seen for a long time made his whole brain feel as if he was drunk and light as if he was about to fly away.

"Would you like to sing it again?"

It wasn't until Feng Jimeng said this that he realized that he had made a sound, but Yang Fan didn't seem to be on the other side, so he noticed that it was only him in the receiver, breathing a little fast.

A moment later, the guitar sounded again, this time it was dialed so hard that each tail sound trembled and muffled.

When Yang Fan opened his mouth again, his voice became louder and more penetrating, as if after passing through the twelve kilometers at night, it fell straight into Feng Jimeng's ears.

At the climax, the rhythm is quickened, full of emotion, and roaring, blasting Yang Fan's feelings and passion into Feng Jimeng like cannonballs, shattering his eardrum, shattering his soul, and branding it in his heart.Like every singer he loves, they use words and music to carve sharp knives, to agitate themselves, and to insert their vitality into the hearts of others.

Until the last note fell, Feng Jimeng's nose suddenly became sore, and he felt like crying.When he heard "kitchensk" for the first time, his soul was shocked and trembling.

There was a longer silence on the other side of the phone.

"That's great..." Feng Jimeng opened his mouth only to realize that his voice had changed.

It's not a shock to say there is.If Yang Fan had the first song, it only surprised Feng Jimeng because he looked rough and a man, but it was so delicate and full of words and feelings, and today's song is enough to shock him.

He couldn't help but say what he said today, he was originally worried that Yang Fan heard it, but the next moment it was the other party who suddenly hung up the phone.

The lingering sound of the last chord on the guitar is still buzzing in Yang Fan’s mind. I don’t know how long it has been since the last time. He sang his own song again. He really feels that others are moved by him. They are happy and satisfied and have emotions that have not been seen for a long time. Filling him with a heart makes him have a heart like a balloon that is slowly rising and is about to burst.

At this time, the doorbell rang to pull him out of this inextricable emotion.

Yang Fan had no choice but to hang up the voice first.His next-door neighbor who came here said that his daughter was already asleep because she had an exam tomorrow, and asked Yang Fan to keep his voice down a little.

Feeling embarrassed, Yang Fan clasped his hands together and apologized repeatedly.

When he turned around, he found that grandma had already collapsed on the sofa and was snoring.He picked up the little old lady who weighed less than a hundred catties and sent her back to the bedroom.

Why did the door hang up suddenly.

The door is so good that I really like it.

Door I do you have fans.

His neighbor just came over to complain that I was disturbing them.

Menna will sing again tomorrow.

Can you record a copy for me?

Don't be so childish about what other fans do.

There are no fish in other mountains, and there are special recording equipment.

As long as the door phone records it.

The door is still open, is there a new song?

There are no fish from other mountains for the time being.

Door, there is a new song, please let me listen to it, I am looking forward to it.

The other party didn't, and asked him whether he was making music or not, and asked him why he opened a car wash shop.Yang Fan hates this kind of question very much, but at the same time, he hopes that others will recognize and like his music, even if it is just one person.This kind of contradiction is intertwined, which only makes him keep shrinking and finally closes the shell.

He really wants to meet "The Door" to find a quiet or lively place, to drink tea, coffee or beer, to play the piano or fall in love, to chat about music or life.Yang Fan only wanted to meet him very urgently to confirm that he was not alone in his world.

But in the end he didn't, and made the request again.

Fish from other hills, yes.

The door to writing these lyrics is sometimes what are you thinking?What inspires you?

The door resembled a cruel dream.

In this regard, "Gate" is really keen.

I'm a fish from other mountains, I'm a little tired so let's not talk tonight.

Fish from Other Mountains Wait, there is a new song, I will sing it to you.

Feng Jimeng frowned.

No, I am making you unhappy again?

There are no fish from other mountains, yes, there are, a little tired.Let's talk tomorrow.

door ok.

Good night, fish from other mountains.

Good night.

The lights were turned off and the fire fell into the deep cold again and the bottom of the lake was extinguished in darkness.

Yang Fan clearly knew that what he wanted was impossible to pursue. When he was 23 years old, he gave up once. That time he gave up everything - career, dream and love and returned to Hongcheng.He really couldn't pick it up and give it up again.It takes a lot of courage to fight for it, but for someone like him to give up, it takes even more courage to take off a layer of belt tendons.

After the festival, there will be physical education classes, which makes everyone feel even more powerless. Thinking of the National Day holiday in three days, it will be even more powerless. I really want to forget the three days in between.

Yang Fan patted the roster in his hand, "Hey, look at you guys, no, you guys are the only ones who can move if I play Legend of the Phoenix on the stereo?"

"It's an old rule to move for me, and Jian Hang takes the lead."

"Ms. Yang, it's a big festival, so why don't you run two laps less?" Everyone knew that Yang Fan had a heart, but he didn't hold out any hope. In other words, the team has changed direction with Jian Hang. .

"Each of you has..."

Before Yang Fan finished speaking, he suddenly got stuck.

I was about to start running after dragging my feet, and some students also froze.

Feng Jimeng didn't show up at school all morning because he thought he had a vacation that wasn't over yet.At this time, he saw his green hair flying enchantingly in the wind as he ran from the edge of the playground to the team here.

Yang Fan blinked vigorously because he thought that a human with pink hair had a lower limit, but he didn't expect Feng Jimeng to challenge him repeatedly to have a cognitive limit.For the first time, Yang Fan had the urge to pick out his pair of beautiful, deep and eyeballs and wash them.

Panting for breath, Feng Jimeng hurried to stand beside the team before the warm-up exercise.Everyone else's eyes moved with his hair like a fly, and Yang Fan was no exception.

"This time I'm planning to open a horse farm on top of my head."

Faced with Yang Fan's ridicule, it was the first time that Feng Jimeng hadn't done it. He had a displeased face and smiled shallowly. There were two dimples in the center of his cheeks, which were gently rippling like the surface of a lake wrinkled by a pebble. disappeared again.

Yang Fan didn't, and noticed that Feng Jimeng was embarrassed and smiling, but when they were facing each other, he just looked at the thin golden lip ring in the middle of his lower lip.There is a place to hit the ring, and a little swelling is enough to prove that it is true, and it has only been played so long that it is not natural for him to smile.

Yang Fan took the roster and slapped his forehead. What the hell is this kid going to do?To abandon the identity of human beings is to cultivate to become a master?

Sometimes when running, Yang Fan followed him because he knew how much he was doing, so he said too much unbearably.

"Feng Jimeng is you, do you look like a student?"

Uncharacteristically, Feng Jimeng looked back at Yang Fan with relative indifference and said, "You don't need to treat me as your student."

However, Yang Fan completely understood that it was something else, and suddenly, he was a little annoyed, "Whether I am your student or not, I can't change your current student. The fact is, don't just do nothing about it all day long."

"Aren't you upset whether you are a school looking at you or your family?"

Feng Jimeng didn't answer, and the answer was that his mother would not care about him, but his father would probably be annoyed.

After class, it was Yang Fan who called Feng Jimeng to stop him.Probably in his shallow friendship with him, Yang Fan discovered that he was actually not so bad as to be hopeless.And his weird behavior is probably caused by his bad relationship with his family.

He knows very well that teenagers have troubles during this period because they feel that they are omnipotent. They first challenge the authority of successful parents, so adults call them "rebellious period".In fact, it is not a big deal, just communicate more with each other.Because in a few years, when they really grow up, sometimes they can understand that their parents and teachers have worked hard, and in the end most of them regret the shitty things they are doing now.

Yang Fan seized the time to explain the truth to Feng Jimeng in a simple way, and when it was over, he looked at him because he wanted to see even a little sign from his face that he had listened.

Feng Jimeng smiled shallowly, "Thank you, Teacher Yang."

"It's time for class." Feng Jimeng pointed to the playground where the next volleyball class has already arrived.

When Yang Fan turned around again, Feng Jimeng had already gone far away.

"Thank you Teacher Yang" What the hell does that mean?

And just now in class, Feng Jimeng cooperated too much, he didn't put his hands in his pockets, and he didn't stand like a telegraph pole, and he didn't move a step. He could do whatever he was asked to do. Only then did Yang Fan realize that Feng Jimeng's learning ability is quite good. The good thing is that volleyball has basic movements that are better than most people in the same class.

If the green hair is dyed, does the person also change his sex?One hair and one character?This shit is only in cartoons, what's the matter?

Yang Fan suspected that Feng Jimeng, a brat, might be holding back some bad news.