The beauty of rebirth

Lin Rui put his hands in his pockets and walked aimlessly on the street.The windbreaker wrapped his thin and slender figure, so thin that he almost melted into the night.

He blankly glanced at the side of the street, those feasting lights were still busily fending for themselves, but they didn't leave a trace in his mind at all.After a glance, he was left behind like that.

He felt that there was a complete blank in his head, and his whole body was like a walking corpse. Any feeling seemed to have disappeared, leaving only an empty shell.Moreover, that body did not belong to him in the first place.

Yao Qi.Yao Qi.Yao Qi.

He chanted the name a few times, and the syllables fell slightly in his ears, but he already felt unfamiliar.He suddenly thought, is it possible that only by guarding everything about Lin Rui unforgettable, will he not forget who he was and who he loved.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but hum slightly.This is just an excuse, but in the end it was because I couldn't let go, even if it was hatred, I was still stubbornly willing to give up everything about that person.

It's ridiculously silly.It's as if I suddenly lost my mind just because of Zhong Yuan's cell phone ringtone today.

It turned out to be "Gloomy Sunday".That song is called "Song of Death", but it is Lin Rui's favorite melody all the time.

I was suddenly stunned.In an instant, the memories that had been backlogged in my heart suddenly continued to pour out, and my heart was sore and throbbing, as if it was about to be burst from the backlog.

I haven't felt this way for a long time, after I became Lin Rui.He knew that he couldn't help recalling countless times, but not every memory was so painful.Sometimes false fantasies can also give false comfort.No matter how addicted, you are only deceiving yourself and others.He understands.

However, this piece of music can always push him to the brink of despair, just like it has brought countless people into the abyss of death mercilessly.

The author of the melody is a small Hungarian man. He wrote this melody on a rainy Sunday, hoping to redeem the relationship between himself and his lover.However, because the tone of the tune was too sad and desperate, his lover committed suicide in his room soon after hearing it.

Afterwards, this piece of music spread in Hungary, and soon became popular in Europe, America, and some places in Japan. Countless people chose to die because they couldn't bear its melody.Because when they died, those who echoed in the room, those who held the incomplete score in their hands, and the things mentioned in the suicide note were all inseparable from this name.

Black Sunday.

Finally, the European and American governments ordered the dissemination of this piece of music to be banned, and it was sealed in a music academy in Ohio, USA, under strict supervision.Although a version of less than 5 minutes was gradually circulated after the governments of various countries lifted the ban, it was only adapted from the fifth bar of the original song.So until now, no one has really heard the 44-minute desperate melody that is enough to kill people.

Once, Lin Rui was fascinated by all this.He often ruminates on that short version over and over again, wondering just how magical that full 44 minutes will be, enough to drag people to hell.

However, at that time, Lin Rui was cheerful and sunny, and he was not affected by this gloomy and sad tone.But he was different. He clearly knew that there was always some lingering shadow in his heart, and even Lin Rui couldn't completely erase it.Therefore, when listening to that piece of music with him, I often feel my heart being torn and pulled clearly and deeply, as if the weight carried by each note is heavily pressed on my heart, so heavy that I can hardly move it. respite.

At this time, Lin Rui would unplug his earphones with a smile, and say, "It's just the music, just listen to it, why are you taking it so seriously." Then he hugged himself harder.

As a result, the haze caused by that song before disappeared in an instant.

After becoming Lin Rui, he knew that his personality had changed a lot.No longer as extreme and decisive as in the past, many things are faced lazily and not far away. If you can ignore it, you can ignore it, if you can escape, you can escape, and let it go.After experiencing rebirth, he seems to understand that nothing in this world is absolute and eternal, such is life and emotion.Therefore, when facing the Fed and Zhong Yuan, he never gave any response, affirmative or negative.He believes that time will eventually fade away, so the people around him will eventually walk away on their own, and those so-called lifetimes will eventually not exist.

It's like the him now, standing at this moment in time, looking back at the person named Yao Qi in the past, seeing how he was stubbornly greedy for Lin Rui, how he was willing to give everything for Lin Rui, and how he was thrown away by Lin Rui. , and finally die.He recalled this scene in his mind like an outsider, and only now did he realize how stupid and ridiculous he was at that time.However, now that he has become Lin Rui's self, so what?

I have tried countless times to face this piece alone, but the despair brought to me by the latter is getting heavier and heavier.Even if he was bored in the room and turned up the sound of the stereo, he still couldn't stop the bloody pain that every note brought to him.He began to understand that those who died because of it, perhaps because the darkness in their hearts resonated, it was magnified to the extreme, and finally swallowed themselves.

However, today, after taking the remaining two sets of photos, he unexpectedly heard this all-too-familiar melody again when Zhong Yuan's cell phone rang.

It was so unexpected that I couldn't face it at all.

Staying in place for a while, fortunately, he was able to escape under the cover of constant numbness.

Lin Rui laughed bitterly at himself, stopped in his tracks, and turned to look at the bar in front of him.After hesitating for a moment, he finally pushed the door and walked in.

However, shortly after he walked in, a silver-gray Mercedes pulled up.The car window was opened slowly, and Zhong Yuan poked his head out.He stared blankly at the glass door that had long since lost Lin Rui's figure, his face was as calm as a sculpture, and he couldn't see half of his expression under the cover of night.

When I got off work just now, I planned to stay and finish processing the photos, so I asked Lin Rui to leave first.In fact, there was no need to be so anxious, and he didn't have to do it himself, but a lot of it was caused by his own selfishness. Even for a second, he wanted to see Lin Rui in his own eyes and in front of his camera. , in the end what it looks like.

However, when Lin Rui turned to leave, he felt something strange for no reason.Especially the flashing look on his face when his bell rang.At that moment, there seemed to be understandable emotions in Lin Rui's eyes, but Zhong Yuan thought about that emotion, but he could only describe it as fear.Those eyes seemed to be eager to escape from something.Even though he thinks he has known him before, Zhong Yuan still finds Lin Rui like this incredible.After thinking about it, I comforted myself that Daolin Rui hadn't had any major emotional upheavals, maybe it was because I cared too much about his every move.But after entering the studio, he couldn't calm down at all, his mind was full of Lin Rui's abnormal expression just now.Looking back, it seems to be getting clearer and more obvious.

Finally put down what he was doing, and drove along the street looking for Lin Rui's trace.

Zhong Yuan felt that he might really be a bit like the infatuated hero in Taiwanese romance novels. In order to find his sweetheart, he could run aimlessly all over the streets and alleys.However, due to the bloody level of the plot, the hero usually passes by the heroine N times, but the two of them seem to be blind and neither can see the other.Fortunately, Zhong Yuan was not so tragic. After driving for tens of meters, he saw Lin Rui's lonely back from a distance.

I don't know if it's because Fed usually sticks the dog skin plaster too tightly, so every time he sees Lin Rui alone, Zhong Yuan subconsciously feels that he should be very lonely at the moment.Whether it's a fact or an illusion, this feeling will make me suddenly impulsive and hug that person tightly.

Just think about it.He knew the price of impulsiveness, and he might lose Lin Rui once again.He never wanted to see such a result.Zhong Yuan leaned against the car window, looked at the glass door that no one had entered or exited for a long time, and after countless ideological struggles in his heart, he finally decided to wait here for him to come out.

However, two hours later, many people came in and out of the glass door, but there was still no such thin figure.Zhong Yuan glanced at the electronic clock next to the steering wheel again, and finally couldn't hold back anymore.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally got out of the car and walked in through the door.Before opening the door, I looked up to see the name of the bar, it was called "Old Love".

Compared with those high-end bars that Zhong Yuan frequented, the lighting in this bar was so weak that it was almost dark, and the bluesy music permeated the room, giving off a decadent and luxurious atmosphere like opium.People in the bar sat in dark corners and whispered, so when Zhong Yuan's tall and elegant figure appeared in the aisle, not many people noticed.

Zhong Yuan frowned, walked slowly along the aisle, struggling to identify various faces in the dim light.

It's all completely unfamiliar.

Standing at the end of the aisle, he looked around blankly, and finally leaned against the wall, took out his mobile phone, pressed shortcut key 1, and then dialed.

A voice echoed from the corner of the bar, not loud enough for Zhong Yuan to hear clearly.

Rachmaninoff's "Voice Exercises".Maybe it doesn't match the atmosphere of this bar.

Zhong Yuan suddenly smiled, shook the phone, and walked towards the direction of the voice.

He has always known that Lin Rui is paranoid about all kinds of western music.However, this song sounds extremely desperate and sad, just like the "Gloomy Sunday" that he once mentioned to himself and is now used as the ringtone of his mobile phone.

Thinking this way, people are getting closer and closer to the source of the sound, but the ringing has never stopped.

Finally, Zhong Yuan stopped and stood in front of the corner table.He lowered his head and stared at the sleepy man in front of him.His face was buried in his arms, and he was curled up in a cowering and defensive position, with a haphazardly upturned wine bottle at his elbow.

Zhong Yuan hung up the phone in his hand.After looking at him like this for a long time, he suddenly stepped forward, pulled him up from behind, and pressed him firmly into his arms.