Song of Qingqiu

After a busy day, I finally returned to my small one-bedroom.Although the total size is only [-] square meters, it is the only place that belongs to her in Qingqiu, a strange city.

Feng Jiu didn't come, Bai Qian sat alone in the room that was both a bedroom and a living room, found a comfortable position, completely sank in the sofa, turned on the TV, and flipped through it one after another. Magazines bought on the way home from work.

A headline in a magazine suddenly piqued her interest: Linkin Park singer Chester commits suicide.

Bai Qian was slightly shocked in her heart.She never felt that these rock stars could have anything to do with her.She couldn't even tell the difference between Linkin Park and Guns N' Roses.But ever since Mo Yuan sang the song don't cry in front of her, she has subconsciously paid attention to rock music.

She found a related report, which was a long article with pictures.She read it patiently.She saw the life experience of Lincoln's lead singer Chester, saw the photos of him singing on stage, and also saw the fans' admiration and madness for him.In the end, she saw condolences for him from all sides. Chester's slightly vicissitudes of smile finally turned into a symbolic freeze.

She saw the brief but complete life of a rock star.Then, she subconsciously replaced Chester with someone else.She is indeed curious.Mo Yuan was also a rock star and had released records.What kind of person is he, what kind of experience does he have, and what kind of story does he have?

She couldn't help becoming curious, and then sat up, picked up the ipad on the table and searched.There are several news about Mo Yuan.It turned out that Mo Yuan formed a rock band 5 years ago and released several records, which received a good response.But the band suddenly announced its disbandment two years ago, and Mo Yuan has since disappeared.

There are also photos of Mo Yuan's performance on the Internet.He stood on the stage with clean short hair, a gray T-shirt revealing casualness, and the leather pants on his lower body showed his excellent figure.The whole person is pure and neat, very different from those decadent rock youths in Bai Qian's impression.

It's just that his expression on the stage is extraordinarily solemn, deep and restrained.When he sang, there was a strange light in his eyes.She seemed to be able to see his persistence, his pursuit, his dream, and the power contained in his heart.

She started searching for songs he had sung.Because there was no news of him for two years, I only found one of his songs on the Internet, and the title of the song was "Burning".

Bai Qian pressed the play button, and the prelude sounded softly.Bai Qian couldn't help but leaned forward nervously and expectantly.Finally, Mo Yuan's voice came out from the ipad, it was familiar but deep.

Contrary to what Bai Qian thought, in the first paragraph, Mo Yuan was just talking in a low voice, very quiet and objective, like a guest wandering outside.

Then there was a rather unexpected sound change, and the mood of the song was immediately mobilized.

Bai Qian fell back into the sofa, and slowly closed her eyes.Mo Yuan's slightly hoarse voice echoed in the small space and lingered in her ears.She felt the feeling of being embraced by the singing.

Mo Yuan's singing voice at this time can already be described as sonorous, and it also carries the unruly attitude towards life, the anger towards fate, and the unyielding spirit towards ideals.Bai Qian took a deep breath, and the moist and mellow breath of Phuket Island flooded into her nostrils again.She felt his fiery enthusiasm and enthusiasm.Sure enough, like the title of the song, he is burning.He ignited himself, ignited his teammates in the band, ignited the fans, and ignited her who listened to the music on the ipad.

She just felt the blood in her body rushing straight up.Suddenly, she thought of his kiss again.In that tiny hotel room in Thailand.She sat on his lap and he held her head.He was sweeping in her mouth, and the wind was surging.She actually remembered his breath, the tip of his tongue, even the dim lights in the room at that time, and the faint smell of perfume on his body.

She just felt suffocated.Gritting her teeth, she sat up with all her strength, and she turned off the sound of the ipad.Maybe this movement is too difficult and has exhausted all her strength.So she collapsed on the couch again and closed her eyes.

She suddenly felt too much guilt and shame.She kept telling herself, your boyfriend is Ye Hua, and you are going to marry him soon.However, even though he closed his eyes, what appeared in front of him was the hot and bright sun of Phuket Island, and the muscular figure under the sun, walking towards her vigorously.

What was ringing in my ears was his song called "Burning":

my heart is always unwilling

I always feel that tomorrow will be beautiful

The ideal world is like a ray of light

shining inside

go far with hope

But time and time again I've been hurt by the cold reality

All the pain is engraved in front of my eyes

burn, burn

reduce everything to ashes