Yan Xiaolan took the water glass and recalled the dream she had just had, but it was strange that no matter what, she could not remember the appearance of the person in the dream who made her cry so heartbroken. She could only vaguely remember it.
He is wearing a white shirt.
"That,,, couldn't be that hateful guy?" Yan Xiaolan inexplicably thought of Shangguan Wudao at this moment, and even she found it incredible.
"Which hateful guy?" Liu Qingqing saw Yan Xiaolan muttering to herself, a bit like a two-foot-tall monk - she was confused.
"Oh, it's nothing." Yan Xiaolan picked up the water glass and took a sip.
"Come on, you don't have to hide anything from me. I'm not interested in your trivial matters. Remember, don't make such a big noise next time, otherwise the neighbors will hear about it and you will be embarrassed.
Got it!" Liu Qingqing said, went back to the bedroom to get her things and hurried to work.
Yan Xiaolan walked to the window and opened it with bare hands. She happened to see a street disc seller passing by dragging a stereo. He looked like a homeless man. She was immediately filled with emotion and her heartbeat started to beat again.
What was playing on the disc seller's stereo was the only non-rock song that Yan Xiaolan liked besides rock music - Luo Dayou's classic "The Look of You".
Yan Xiaolan still remembers that in the summer when she was sixteen, she traveled all over Chengdu to buy this album; Yan Xiaolan still remembers the long-haired uncle who often sang this song in the square in her hometown in Sichuan
Those melancholy eyes; Yan Xiaolan still remembers that the first time she asked Zhang Xiaodong to sing to her, Zhang Xiaodong sang this song too,,,
Outside the window, Luo Dayou's magnetic voice floated into Yan Xiaolan's ears one by one. Yan Xiaolan couldn't help but hum along with the beat:
"I heard someone's voice, like the sobbing river in the dream; I saw someone's steps going away, covering up the sad eyes when saying goodbye. What I don't understand is why you are willing to let the wind and dust portray you
The way you look; just like the world that has long forgotten your love, once had your name and my voice.
That sad song will always wake up from the dream, telling the past that must have been sad; the person who seems to turn around indifferently is the bleak shadow behind the dry tears. What I don’t understand is why the world can never dissolve your appearance; whether to come
The prophecy of fate has already written your smile and my mood.
The unchanging you, standing in the vast world. The smart child, carrying the fragile (beloved) lantern. The chic you, turn your thoughts into the world. The lonely child, you are the grace of creation,,,
"
Until the disc seller had gone away and the singing had faded, Yan Xiaolan was still chanting her favorite lyrics, "What I don't understand is why you are willing to let the wind and dust paint you."
In a person's life, there may be many people who make his heart beat, but there is only one person who can walk with him to the end. It's not that Yan Xiaolan doesn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but life has changed now. Zhang Haotian,
After they left, their love was gone, and everything could never return to its original position.
Things are different and people are different. A ring carries many sorrows! Staring at the ring on her middle finger, Yan Xiaolan shed tears before she could speak. After a thousand tears, she smiled easily and took off the ring.
He threw the ring into the rolling dust, then closed the window, turned back to his bedroom, and fell asleep with his head covered.