The reborn actor is about to retire

hard times

Ye Chen really couldn't wait to kill this man!This is what you should have as a doctor!This is just rogue!

Just when Ye Chen hated his teeth, Min Xin suddenly let go of his smile and said: ``Come on, celebrate us from the sea of ​​suffering. 'After finishing, he opened the ring and touched the wine in his hand with Ye Chen.

Ye Chen froze for a moment, coughed twice, opened the wine with a smile, and rose.

"cheers……"

The afterglow of the sunset dyed the clouds on the horizon red. Gu Jiacheng, carrying a backpack and a guitar, dragged his exhausted body and finally returned to the dormitory.

Opening the door, unloading the things on his back, he sat on a chair, quietly looking at the guitar in front of him.

This guitar was a long, long time ago.While he was still in school, one of the band's elders left school due to a terminal illness.It has accompanied him through many long and difficult years.

Without it, he wouldn't be able to successfully survive in the city with the help of Hang Hang, nor would he be able to accidentally take over the show and get to know the person.

Flicking ten fingers, a soft piano sound is clearly emitted from the fingertips, and the pitch is the same as in the past without any change.

If the Hang Hang album contains memories between their siblings, this guitar is filled with his and Yan Lei Ting's past.

There is probably only one person in this world.Is he willing to cover up the wind and rain for this broken guitar and bear all the dangers?What was that person thinking at the time?

Do you think that if you block the danger, he will allow him to come closer?

Gu Jiacheng smiled painfully.The man did succeed, and when he heard the sound of glass cracking, he completely removed all precautions and embraced his method.No, maybe as long as this man comes to see him every night, he will exist silently.

That was his fan, the only fan.

"Knock." The door was knocked, Gu Jiacheng let go of his thoughts and raised his head.

Outside the door, Li Shi and others came in.

"You're finally back." Li Shi said, "Why did you leave suddenly this morning? Are you okay?" "It's okay." Gu Jiacheng said.

Zou An stepped forward and looked at the guitar in his hand curiously: "Where did this guitar come from? It looks good!" In this way, he stretched out his hand to touch it, and Gu Jiacheng quickly held the guitar and leaned back.

"Don't touch it," he said.Don't touch it, it's his business.

Zou An pretended to stretch out his hand, and changed the subject with a smile: "In other words, when did you learn to play the guitar?"

Zhang Ming lay on Li Shi's shoulders, his eyes lit up and said: "I think Ah Hai is becoming more and more like a male god in girls' mouths! Li Shi is right!" Gu Jiacheng stroked the corpse, looked up at him The three friends in front of me suddenly said:

"Want to hear me sing?"

The three of them were very happy, and nodded immediately: “Okay, okay, you sing!”

Gu Jiacheng smiled: "Maybe it's not great."

Zou An quickly waved his hand and said, "It's okay, we all like to hear you sing!"

Zhang Ming's eyes whined and suggested: "Ah Hai, why didn't we find a bigger stage, how about a special performance?"

Gu Jiacheng said, "Ye Chen, no problem."

"Haha!" The three clapped their hands and shouted, "Concert!"

After dinner, Gu Jiacheng took the guitar and was surrounded by the three of Li Shi, and came to the most lively small garden on campus.

Zhang Ming said, "Is this correct?"

Gu Jiacheng replied, took off the guitar, and sat down by the flower bed.He took the guitar, tuned it first, and then asked, "What do you want to hear?"

Li Shi said, "You are the best."

Gu Jiacheng smiled: "I have a lot of professional knowledge."

Zou An asked, "What style do you play?"

Gu Jiacheng said: "Folk, pop, jazz, everything is good."

The three people in front were completely shocked, looked at Gu Jiacheng and murmured: "Ah Hai, you are amazing, he is indeed the new school grass of our department..."

Li Shi coughed twice: "Then, let's relax for the first time."

Gu Jiacheng smiled: "Ye Chen..."

The three sat cross-legged on the grass, hooked each other's shoulders, and listened quietly to the singing of the person sitting in front of them.

Fingers, plucked strings, and moving music surround the grass, gradually drifting away into the distance.

"Do you still remember, the things scattered in the summer wind of memory have evaporated, and the voice is hoarse..."

Ye Chen's voice was originally full of vitality.At this moment, Gu Jiacheng lowered his singing voice, but I heard some slack, which made people feel inexplicably sad.

"Because I will miss you, I am afraid of facing myself, my will will always be swallowed by loneliness..."

Gradually, those who passed and those who did not gather behind Weixin and others to enjoy the performance with them.

"If I never loved you, I would not lose myself, Miss Thorn fixes my place, because you always remind;

Although I own the world;

some happiness...not mine...

Gu Jiacheng opened his eyes and sang, looking at the audience gathered under the streetlight in front of him, a little lost.

No one is sitting in a far corner, silently staring at him, enjoying every song he plays.

Is there really hatred, so unforgivable?It's just that he can't forget the original beauty in his heart.These fragments, those joys, are his nightmare and the sustenance of his existence.

For seven years, he kept asking himself in his heart, what is real?What else can I believe?Do people always like to lie to themselves?Obviously want to get closer, but why continue to choose to flee?

Suddenly, fireworks burst into the sky, and colorful lights were alternately projected on the young faces.

At the end of the song, the crowd suddenly recovers and applauds them.

"I didn't expect you to sing so well with Ah Hai!" Zou An crazily praised it and applauded it.

"Sing one more song!" someone around cheered.

"This is the first time!"

"Sir!"

"Will be "Paris Hotel"! Gu Jiacheng was stunned. He said: "Then..."Paris Hotel".

While striking the body, he picked the strings and played the classic "Filament Hotel" slowly.

The song was taught by that man before the tragedy.

This sigh is buried in the song.At this moment, he only knew that he had not flinched.

A little bit about that man was like a poison, embedded deep in his soul and sealed him off completely.

Oh, is it miserable?Who is sorry for whom?

In the upright Huaxia building, there is only one bright light.

Yan Leiting was sitting on the sofa, making calls one after another, and the neon lights of the city came in through the window, making his handsome and pale face.