star chaser poem

Because it was a performance in Songshi, all the songs composed by Fu Jing were selected for the repertoire of the day.

A large bouquet of dry-processed black roses is tied to the top of the floor-standing microphone. When he faces the audience, the open stamens are just in front of his throat, like a butterfly fluttering away after drawing blood from the throat.

Fu Jing is often commented by people that she looks like a different person on stage and off stage.And every time he goes on stage, as soon as he walks into the light that belongs to him, the memory after that is almost all a series of ruins of reality.

When he was still in Moonquake, he accidentally knocked his jaw on the headstock of the guitarist during a set, and it broke the skin.The scene was so noisy that even the sound of the slamming jaw joint was swallowed into his stomach, and a line of blood was drawn from the tip of his chin to his neck. If it weren't for the terrified expressions of the audience, he would not have felt it at all.

Reason was imprisoned in reverse, and turned into a monster to help the evildoers.

After many years, I returned to Songshi again following Sariel's short-term tour. Even if I stood on the commanding heights of Queen Titan, my mood seemed to be the same as when I was in other livehouses.

When he was fourteen or fifteen years old, he just stood in the dark auditorium and looked up at this distant universe.The stage and the whole world represented behind it all seemed grand and mysterious to Fu Jing at that time, just like facing a colossal monster that was out of reach, your ignorance and fear just depicted its power. shape.

At that time, he would not know that the playing area here is very narrow, so narrow that when singing, he can take two steps backwards with his back on his back, and he can kick the drummer's kick drum; Once you step on it, your head will reach the ceiling; the audio and lighting equipment are relatively old, and there are few types to choose from; weakened.

Unless you have the courage to break free from the shackles of gravity, you will be imprisoned on the ground forever, imprisoned in the daily life of cutting off your wings, and then when you witness the strength of others one day, you will be discouraged.

On the live, I sang a newly written lyric song called "This Dream About You". This time, it was specially adapted into an acoustic version, in order to give Matsushi something special.

When the song was played, there were only two people left on the stage: Fu Jing sat on a high stool and played the acoustic guitar, while Jia Jing was in charge of the keyboard and harmony.

If it was changed to before, he would be very resistant to singing such emotional and delicate songs in public - because Fu Jing hates showing weakness, and hopes to conquer the audience through performances and the presentation of the world view.

But now he doesn't mind so much, he sings his song, how the audience interprets it is their business.

To put it bluntly, those who listen to songs are nothing more than substituting themselves for the parts they want to see subjectively. Everyone is sleeping in their own lair, and his raving or singing is just a fleeting wind.

After the baptism of the storm, the venue was uncharacteristically quiet. When changing chords, Fu Jing's fingers rubbed against the strings, making a dry rubbing sound.

The half-bright lights carved out the contours of his singing, and he could clearly discern the texture of his voice condensed when it touched the air.

Singing in the most dazzling starlight, it is like hiding in the shadow of the past and dreaming.

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Fu Jing actually doesn't remember much about his childhood, maybe his brain thought those memories were irrelevant to him, so he deleted them on his own.

Therefore, he also couldn't recall how old he was when he first met Xiang Shi, but he happened to live in the same building, and they started playing together without knowing it.

He lives on the fifth floor, and his home is on the seventh floor.They were in the same class in elementary school, and in the same school in junior high school. After entering high school, they were separated, and then Fu Jing moved.

Going to school and leaving school naturally go hand in hand.Primary school waited for him to come upstairs and knock on the door, junior high school yawned face to face in the bicycle shed, high school Xiang Shi read a boarding school, and he was not used to being forced to become a person.

Fu Jing liked being with Xiang Shi very much.But he couldn't tell what was the reason for the birth of this liking in the first place. It may be because Xiang Shi's words and deeds are more like adults.

His mother, Luo Xian, has a very good relationship with Xiang Shi's mother, Bai Ru. When chatting, the parents often take pleasure in sharing the embarrassing stories of their children when they were young - anyway, they are not the ones who are embarrassed.

He himself has forgotten all about it long ago, but the few jokes that Luo Xian likes to talk about the most are nothing more than:

Going to play at the poet's house, when it was time to pick him up, Fu Jing would cry loudly, refusing to leave, saying "don't want it", which made the two adults very embarrassed.

When she was a child, Fu Jing felt that Xiang Shi's father was scary. Once she stayed late, and when Xiang's father came home from get off work, as soon as he heard the door open, he hid under the table and couldn't come out. He insisted on coaxing Xiang Shi He, he was willing to show his head reluctantly.

Children in the same community would exchange toys with each other, and Fu Jing would be angry if Xiang Shi exchanged for someone else's but not his.

Although he has always remained skeptical about the authenticity of these events, it is true that the two people's personalities are in harmony.

Xiang Shi belongs to the type that even if he doesn't know what you like, as long as you are willing to talk, he will listen carefully.So Fu Jing loves to tell him everything - maybe other people may not understand, but Xiang Shi definitely can, besides he is so smart.

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The first trough in life came in adolescence: Fu Jing's voice changed.

The evaluation system on campus is very simple, and good grades are the authority of everything; and his interest in learning has never been very high, just muddling along.

It's just that every time there are chorus competitions and cultural performances, Fu Jing will always be picked away by the teacher for no reason, either to be the host, or to stand in the middle of the front row and sing with her neck stretched out.

Everyone's first description of him is inseparable from "good voice"; sometimes when answering the phone at home, he will be praised by his parents' friends through the receiver.

He himself didn't understand the reason, but he could vaguely feel that his classmates and teachers would look at him with admiration because of this, and he was often approached by people he didn't know when walking in the school, saying that he had seen him on stage.

It was a very strange experience. Even though he had never made any special efforts, the whole world couldn't wait to tell him: You are different from others.

For Fu Jing, this is an important link for him to establish his self-worth in school.And this bond was brutally broken at the age of 14.

Someone had tied a knot in his vocal cords.

That feeling was like pouring sharp glass shards into the throat, or raising a handful of fluffy and soft goose feathers. The tip of the feathers rubbed against the most vulnerable and sensitive part of his throat, and flicked tirelessly back and forth.

I can't make a high note, let alone a false voice. As long as I sing, I either get out of tune or produce a series of funny and weird timbres, reminiscent of a broken radio or a leaky bellows.

Fu Jing was originally a person who liked to talk a lot, but since then her temperament has changed a lot, not to mention talking, she is not even willing to speak out, afraid that people around her will make fun of him, just like how they praised him back then.

A crown crowned briefly, to be mercilessly removed when the time limit expires.

It was also from that time that Fu Jing felt that mercury had been mixed into her simple life like pure water: he began to understand what is the heaviness of loss.

His personality has become a bit weird, he likes to listen to niche music, and he is keen to build up his self-esteem in the self-proclaimed maverick, as if he can get back the lost crown—because of those people in the earphones, A long continuation of his once broken dream.

Among junior high school students, there are very few people who like to listen to underground bands. It is rare to meet those who have the same hobbies, and they naturally get to know each other.

It should be a Friday, and several seniors in the senior class said that they would go to the Titan Queen to watch the performance in the evening, and asked Fu Jing if they could go.He immediately agreed, as if holding up the first razor that lay on the sink.For this purpose, I went to the class next door and wanted to invite Xiang Shi.

Fu Jing knew his seat, so she quietly walked in through the back door between classes, the second-to-last row: he was giving a lecture to others.

Before he got close, the sharp-eyed classmate elbowed the man, winking desperately.

Xiang Shi neither asked who was coming, nor looked back, but quickly packed up the pens and notebooks, and patted the rubber crumbs on the clothes.

The two moved to the corridor tacitly.

Songshi is a small coastal city, and their school is also as small as one can see, and the world they lived in at that time was even smaller than this school.

Fu Jing stared at the still painting-like scenery outside the window, and lowered her voice and called out, "Xiang Shi."

It was still difficult for him to get used to the current rusty tone, and when he first spoke, his voice was very low, like a shivering chick.

"No."

"I did not say anything?"

"It's usually not good for you to find me in school." - For example, copying homework.

Xiang Shi glanced at him nonchalantly from the corner of her eye, and Fu Jing was silenced.

"Oh, listen to me."

He anxiously went around to the front of Xiang Shi, and began to explain the reason why he was looking for him. As he talked, he involuntarily restored his normal volume.

"Just off the Plum Coast. Not far."

"I won't go, but I can help you make up excuses with Aunt Luo."

Xiang Shi's eyes did not smile, but the corners of her lips curled up, "Let's just say that we two went to play football together after school."

At this time, Fu Jing didn't notice at all that the premise of the conversation had been cunningly changed to "I won't go".

"Aren't you going home?"

"No. I'm going to the library to do my homework."

"……Oh."

He plots a monotonically decreasing function with tone.

The people around him looked at him for a while, and their voice unexpectedly softened: "I will wait for you by Meizi's jetty at night. Let's go home together."