Wang Lang took the erhu, held a cigarette in his mouth, his eyebrows were locked, and his fingers pressed the strings. The sad tone slowly flowed out like flowing water. The old man's eyes lit up at that time, and his expression was indescribable to describe it in surprise. The two fingers held the smoke, and the smoke rose up, carrying a wisp of sorrow from the listener.

The voice was so husky, like a soft and sad story.

Music is a language, and real music has no boundaries, and every real musician is like a soul praiser.

They led a group of souls to find a strange country with notes.

Every musician experiences different things, sees different worlds, and thinks different things, so the notes become different in everyone's writing.

Different people play the same song differently, just like there are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people. Some people think of happy things when they hear a song, and when they perform it, they are happy, while others are just the opposite.

The song that flowed gently from the erhu in Wang Lang's hand was very strange. At first, I didn't feel very sad, but I just thought it was very nice. But when I savored it carefully, an indescribable sourness surged into my heart, and all the listeners thought of some sad deeds in their lives.

The old man held a cigarette with his fingers, his eyes were floating, his eyes were recalling, and his thoughts flew back to a long, long time ago.

A few young men who played basketball before came around with the ball in their arms, and the young men who scolded Wang Lang sat on the basketball and listened quietly.

Passers-by also surrounded him, no one was making noise, and they all listened quietly.

Someone passing by took out his cell phone to record the video for Wang Lang.

People who were walking after dinner also stopped to listen to the music here.

Wang Lang lowered his head and closed his eyes, holding a cigarette in his mouth, his hair was messy, his eyebrows were furious, his clothes were ragged, and two lines of clear tears slid down his dirty face.

It is like a strange dream formed here, and everyone falls into memories, thinking about their long and short life, those missed, regretful, unforgettable, regretful, sad, lonely, lonely, and painful.

The end of a song.

Wang Lang gently put down the erhu, lit a cigarette again, got up and left slowly, with his waist and back slightly bent, as if he was carrying something he had to shoulder.

Wang Lang left, and everyone woke up as if they were in a big dream.

The smoke between the old man's fingers had reached the end, and his hand was still holding it in the air. He came to his senses. The old man looked at the side. Wang Lang was no longer there, only a erhu left.

After extinguishing the cigarette butts, the old man slowly stood up and picked up the erhu. There was garbage on the ground. When the old man leaned over to pick up the garbage, an old pocket watch fell out of his chest pocket. The old man squatted down and picked up the pocket watch, carefully blew away the dust on the pocket watch, and wiped it carefully.

Put the pocket watch in his pocket and patted it gently. The old man smiled slightly and murmured to himself, "Old comrade-in-arms, I will go to your grave tomorrow. I haven't bragged about it for a long time."

Wang Lang went to this time very clearly, and went straight to the place where the girl set up a stall yesterday.

The sunset is setting and the lights are just coming.

The girl placed everything, lit the fire and started frying the food, but kept looking around, looking forward to it, but passed by one stranger after another, but she didn't wait for the person she wanted to wait.

At around nine o'clock in the evening, a group of junior high school gave birth to evening self-study and passed by here to eat. The girl happily chatted with every child. It seemed that they were regular customers, and the group of children called the girl sister.

Wang Lang sat silently on the steps behind the girl, looking blankly at the passers-by.

After sending off a group of students, the girl sorted out her money and turned her head to look forward to it, she glanced at Wang Lang sitting not far behind her. The girl smiled, and her dimples were still intoxicating.

Two steamed buns were fried, including several vegetable rolls and vegetarian chicken, and spicy sauce. The girl approached Wang Lang and handed Wang Lang a fried bun.

"When did you come? Why don't you say a word when you come?" The girl ate with a bun without a roll of vegetables.

Wang Lang stuffed the vegetable rolls and vegetarian chickens in his steamed buns into the girl’s steamed buns, lowered his head and ate them in a big mouthful.

The girl smiled like a flower. She sat side by side with Wang Lang, looking along with Wang Lang's gaze, "What are you looking at?"

Wang Lang didn't speak.

Just stared at the passers-by in a daze.

"I forgot that you can't speak anymore." The girl whispered, lowering her head and ate.

"It's quite delicious." The girl smiled, "I haven't eaten it a few times before."

Wang Lang smiled foolishly and put a piece of vegetarian chicken in his steamed bun into the girl’s steamed bun.

The girl put her hair behind her ears and smiled and said to Wang Lang, "It's enough, you can eat it yourself, I can't eat that much."

Wang Lang reached out and stuffed the vegetarian chicken into his steamed bun.

The girl was stunned for a moment, then covered her mouth and laughed.

After a long time, the girl looked at Wang Lang's side face who had already finished eating and was confused and looked at the pedestrians on the road.

"You must have been a very interesting person before, right?" The girl stared at Wang Lang and looked sideways.

Wang Lang just looked at the traffic.

"My name is Bao Xiaomeng. My parents raised me when they gave birth to me. They had a little dream that I wanted me to become a designer because they were all designers and wanted me to be the same as them. But later they left in an accident. Fortunately, there was an alarm clock with me all the time. Do you know that my alarm clock was very punctual, and it would jump to the bed every morning to urge me to get up. By the way, the alarm clock is a dog, not a real alarm clock.

What is your name? Emmm, I forgot that you can’t speak anymore, okay, can I give you a name? If you like it, please laugh at me?"

Wang Lang smiled foolishly.

"emmm, you appeared in the evening. When it appeared, it was the time when the sun set. Emmm, call you Ah Xi." Bao Xiaomeng said.

"Emmmm, Ah Xi? Ah Xi? Is this not good, huh? You laughed again, then call you Ah Xi, the sunset is beautiful, isn't it? When you appeared, I felt like you were an angel with demonic wings coming out of a fairy tale of the setting sun. Emmm, isn't it a bit funny? Maybe I often do designs and have a lot of weird ideas."

Bao Xiaomeng finished her meal and sat side by side with Wang Lang.

As my eyes gradually faded, Bao Xiaomeng whispered, "Do you know, since my parents left, all my heart's words were talking to the alarm clock. No friends, Ah Xi, would you be my friend? When you laugh, I knew you would agree to be my friend. Then, can I tell you my heart's words in the future? Anyway, you can't speak, hahaha, you are my tree hole.

Emmm, why don’t you call A Shu?”

Wang Lang still smiled foolishly.

"Hey! I'm hungry and I want to eat!" Suddenly, a few gangsters came. The leader was a green leather bag with a small leather bag under his arms, and tattoos could be seen on his neck, leather jacket on his upper body, tight trousers with thin lower body, and pointed leather shoes.

Bao Xiaomeng got up and went to fry it.

While a few people were eating, the leader Yin'er stared at Bao Xiaomeng's chest and suddenly grinned, "Xiaobao, I have asked you to stay in this place for a long time. You can also go and inquire about it. This is not my Black Old Five. You are still in peace until now. Do you have to thank me?

"Fifth Brother, everything I eat today is free." Bao Xiaomeng said nervously.

"Xiao Bao, look at what you said, are you a person with a shortage of money? Do you still understand what your brother means? I have a hang out tonight and go play with me." Hei Laowu scratched his chest and walked around Bao Xiaomeng and laughed, staring at a place in Bao Xiaomeng's body.

Bao Xiaomeng lowered her head, "Fifth Brother, I still have something to do tonight, I don't have time."

"What's the matter tomorrow? I'll give you money. You don't have to set up a stall tomorrow night, okay?" Hei Laowu's eyes swept away unscrupulously.

"No need for Brother Hei, it's already very late. You're full, I'm going back." Bao Xiaomeng began to pack up her things.

"What's the hurry?" Hei Laowu grabbed Bao Xiaomeng's arm and slapped Bao Xiaomeng's butt with his other hand.

"Hey, the bag is quite good. How much is it? It costs a price, and you can play with me for a while." The Black Old Five became even more unscrupulous.

Bao Xiaomeng screamed and scooped a spoonful of hot oil to sprinkle it on Hei Laowu.

Hei Laowu roared angrily, covered his arms and quickly retreated.

"Damn it, I'm shameless! Beat me!" Hei Laowu wailed in pain.

Several younger brothers kicked over the cart and packed Xiaomeng up.
Chapter completed!