"Of course I know~"
Wen Liang beside him blinked.
"It's just that you forgot..."
"..."
Compared with the lively, playful and loudly singing crowd around him, He Tianran, who was standing among them, seemed particularly quiet. But in fact, more accurately, it should be that his heart was too complicated at the moment and he didn't know how to react.
Have I really forgotten anything?
He Tianran kept questioning himself. He couldn't think of an answer, but the chaotic and vague emotions tumbling in his mind were so familiar to him.
Because this strong emotion could not find an outlet, it could only brew back and forth in his mind and heart. As a result, the reality in front of him and the fantasy in his heart were intertwined. The layers upon layers made him feel as if he had experienced a whirlwind. After the big dream, the soul is still in the dream, and the body is already on the other side.
He Tianran looked at Wen Liang, the hands they held tightly felt so real.
Some people say that forgetting someone first starts with the sound, but He Tianran seems to have the opposite. Some ethereal and hard-to-find yet clear conversations will echo in his ears for no reason. However, he has never been able to hear these conversations. In the turbulent fragmented memories, I can see a certain face clearly.
"I do play guitar...but, I don't have any songs that I want to sing."
He Tianran declined and said this, just like the tutor asked him if he was still writing his life story. He could only shake his head and give a confused answer.
"How do you know if you don't try? Maybe you stand up, open your mouth, and sing naturally? Just like you said last time that it was your first time to dance! Something magical will always happen between the two of us together. It’s something about it, right!”
Wen Liang encouraged, with an irresistible enthusiasm and expectation sprouting from his eyes.
He Tianran did not dare to look directly at this scorching gaze and could only shake his head. The emotion generated in his mind made his body instinctively send out a resistance signal, because no one knew how to let this state continue. what happens……
Perhaps, even if this state was not maintained, He Tianran could foresee something. He just didn't want it to develop like this.
However, the development of many things cannot be controlled by him alone, just like what is about to happen next...
"You don't have the courage, do you?"
The girl deliberately provoked her.
He Tianran smiled helplessly, opened his lips and said, "I really have never experienced such an occasion, and I really don't have anything to think about..."
So, while the man was talking, the enthusiastic girl in front of him had pulled down her mask and unexpectedly left a gentle kiss on his cheek...
It's like a stone dropped into the lake of the heart, making ripples in circles and breaking the peace.
In the lively crowd, no one noticed that just a second ago, a man and a woman made a small move that broke their friendship.
Perhaps, this is more like a normal state that will occur under the catalysis of such scenes and atmosphere.
The man's lips parted slightly and his words stopped abruptly. Only the kiss on his cheek still had a ray of heat.
The girl put her mask back on, her bright eyes were charming, but there was never a trace of timidity in her direct gaze.
This is Wenliang's way of treating feelings. There is no so-called window paper, and there is no sloppy secretiveness.
The hands held by the two of them seemed to be sweating...
"Just think of it as... giving you some courage? If you don't have anything to sing, just think of it as... for me, how about that?"
Wen Liang's face was like a peach blossom, and he found a reason for He Tianran to step forward.
He Tianran looked at the beautiful lady in front of him, who was as bright as a rose. He couldn't remember whether the face in his imagination was as beautiful and delicate as this. It was just that under the attack of fantasy and reality, he suddenly remembered a poem... …
Last year, today, in this door, the faces of people and peach blossoms reflected each other's red.
Time is eternal, it is difficult for mortals to stay; things are impermanent, and it is difficult to find old friends.
But we are not helpless at all. What we see with our eyes and hear with our ears can be stored in our memory.
Even if the memory is wiped out, if you are determined, you can still be at that moment, exactly at this moment, because, ah, the human face does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.
Today, I knock on the dusty door of my heart again, and see people's faces with peach blossoms reflecting each other. The spring breeze is unintentional, how can I understand that those who are willing will always meet?
"It's time to change the mic, it's time to change the mic. Let's give the next band some time to prepare. Who wants to come up and yell during this break?"
At this time, Alan Lu, who had finished singing "Highway Song", was spinning his drum sticks in his hand. This kind of underground concert is all about freedom. Anyone who wants to sing can come up and give it a try, but this kind of session is all about freedom. It was impromptu, depending on the mood of the band. At this time, everyone was already excited, and many people raised their hands, all eager to give it a try.
"Here here!"
The hand that He Tianran was holding suddenly loosened, and someone pushed him from behind, causing him to stumble in front of people.
When Alan Lu saw it was Director He, he looked at a corner of the crowd behind him and smiled knowingly.
"Oh, he's an acquaintance. What's going on? Come here."
Now that everyone has come up, if you retreat, you will really not be a man.
He Tianran only nodded and subconsciously glanced back at the girl wearing a mask in the crowd. It was she who pushed him unpreparedly in front of others. This position never seemed to suit him. For a moment, he was a little at a loss.
"Give him a guitar!"
Wen Liang in the crowd spoke up again. Alan Lu was a little surprised, but he still smiled after hearing the words. Of course they prepared a guitar, but they had never used it before. It was Wen Liang's piano. They planned to use it if the situation was not so crazy. She could come up and show her face, but there were many more people than expected today, so for safety reasons, she had no choice but to give up.
Alan Lu turned around, picked up the guitar leaning against the wall behind him and handed it to He Tianran, and asked:
"What does Director He want to sing?"
"I've never been with a band, so I don't know how to cooperate. If your band can join later, just follow. If you can't, I'll play my own."
He Tianran took the piano and hung the strap on his shoulder. He held the head of the piano with one hand, touched the strings with his fingers, and plucked a few notes...
This guitar is Yamaha's FG5. It is made of spruce and mahogany. It is a very classic model. However, there are light fingerprint marks on the first and second positions of the guitar. It can be seen that it is often used by its owner. With.
Looking at the traces of the piano in his hand, He Tianran was stunned for a moment, and suddenly fell into a trance.
…
"I want to give this piano to you, is that okay?"
"I don't care, but does it really matter? Some things can't be completely forgotten if you throw them away or replace them."
"Is this your view of love or your view of life?"
"Both, I think, love is bound to life. I can't understand your feeling of falling out of love, because as far as I'm concerned, I will treat the person I love, or the person I love. Things will continue to be loved over and over again, over and over again, thousands of times, without hesitation. Of course, the premise is that this person, this matter, is something I have determined is worthy of such a visit. made."
"I... am different from you, because in my memory, whether it is love or growth, I have discarded countless of myself in exchange for it, and this piano... is the same."
…
With endless babble in his mind, He Tianran's eyes gradually softened as he looked at the piano, as if looking at an old friend.
"long time no see."
Such a sentence suddenly sounded around him, which seemed to hit his heart. He Tianran reacted and looked up.
The person who said this was standing very close to me, with a simple and honest smile on his face, Boss Park, who was in charge of the bass performance this time...
The other party must have recognized him, as He Tianran also smiled at him.
"Long time no see, Brother Park..."
It's true that they haven't seen each other for several years.
The other party nodded, indicating that he could start.
He Tianran's breathing became serious. He looked at the people watching him. His vision began to blur. Most people's faces could only be seen in outline, but he could still tell at a glance who was Hu Yue and who. It's Cai Jueming, as well as Lu Alan, Park Zhikun, who are...his friends.
They all looked at him, and He Tianran felt his blood begin to boil. He suppressed a strong emotion that was obviously his first time, but felt like he had regained something.
What kind of complex emotion is this?
It was actually mixed with anger, sadness, joy and excitement.
Of course, the most obvious one seems to be a... regret.
How to describe this kind of regret that I don’t know where to start?
It seems that I know that I have never met any long-lost happy gatherings, and I feel that it will be difficult to meet them in the future. I have never interacted with these people too deeply, but I have undue nostalgia. Maybe it is because I was young and energetic. I didn't meet Jin Feng Yu Lu when I was young, so now that I first met, I suddenly realized that I was already in my twenties and no longer standing at the intersection of eighteen years old. I felt that I had missed a lot...
in particular……
The girl who pushed herself out of the crowd.
"..."
He really wanted to sing something, so he plucked the strings with some unfamiliarity and began to sing in a low voice:
How I want to hug you, in the time when we are far away from home
The sea of people is the distance between you and me, it doesn't matter even if it's a little late...
…
He Tianran sang "How I Want to Hug You" by the Black Room Band much slower and deeper than the original song. He had not played the piano for a long time and made several mistakes, but almost no one noticed it. There's something wrong, because in this man's singing, it seems more like he is carefully telling some unknown and addictive past events...
Everyone in the band looked at each other in tacit understanding, and followed his rhythm, and their instruments joined in one after another.
How I want to comfort you, in a story with no ending...
The dream will never stop. Are we all afraid of losing it?
…
He Tianran sang in a certain direction in the crowd. Wen Liang thought at first that he was singing for herself, but she seemed to be wrong, because she looked at He Tianran's eyes that had turned pitiful and sad at some point, and the other person's This gesture made the girl's heart feel as if someone had grabbed it and squeezed it, and a silent pain began to spread in her heart.
Who was he thinking about when he sang this song?
What kind of story has no ending that people still remember?
It's like a dark cloud has settled into my body, and I feel a little depressed even with the lights on.
Maybe no matter how regretful it is, I long for you but I can’t run towards you...
…
Alan Lu's drumming gradually became more intense, and the dense drumbeats pushed the song to a climax step by step. He Tianran brushed the strings with his hands vigorously, as if he wanted to spit out the emotions in his chest. He held his head high and was hysterical:
I'm afraid that my joy will be in vain, I'm afraid that after looking forward to it, it won't be you again
I have no ambition, nor am I willful
Memories pull the tide of missing you...
…
Different from the previous songs where everyone would sing along, when He Tianran sang this song, no one sang along. He was the only one singing in the audience, echoing in the sky above the entire underground platform...
It's not that he didn't sing well, or that the song was too unpopular. On the contrary, everyone was just immersed in the atmosphere conveyed by the song at the moment, infected by the lyrics, and couldn't bear to disturb this deep feeling of expressing emotions.
In the crowd of people watching, the hoarse He Tianran sang, the more lonely his figure became. The more intense the accompaniment, the sadder he looked at this moment.
I dare not tell you, blushing is better than dialogue but no one cares
I want to hug you and tell you
It’s a pity that time cannot be expressed in words after all...
…
In this song, He Tianran seems to really understand a little bit of what his father told him. If no one "witnesses" his growth, it will be a somewhat regretful feeling.
He was indeed caught off guard by the kiss Wen Liang gave him just now.
At the same time, he also felt a strong... heartbeat.
This was undoubtedly crossing the line, but he could indeed predict that if he didn't stop it, Wen Liang would develop like this with him.
This September, when the two met for the first time during filming, He Tianran felt Wen Liang's inexplicable affection for him. Later, when he learned that the girl was now facing a dilemma in her acting career, he watched her sing, found a way for her, and became a shareholder in her. company, from the two dancing gracefully at the banquet to the embrace during the audition...
Putting aside those unclear memories, they had many endless topics to talk about, and they felt that they had met each other too late.
Which girl wouldn't be moved by He Tianran's ability; which boy wouldn't fall in love with his gentle charm?
To say that I can't feel my heartbeat is definitely a lie.
It's just that He Tianran is already an adult...
He will be responsible for every choice he makes.
He thought that if the person he loved had not gone abroad and was by his side, watching him make the career he loved bigger and better, then he would be much happier and more decisive than he is now.
Because he can find an extremely close person to share his joys, sorrows and sorrows, and share precious moments that only come a few times in this life...
What a pity it would be if the person you love is not around when this happens...
However, the long rivers of fate between Cao Aiqing and He Tianran did not intersect during this period of time.
When he encountered new scenery before, He Tianran could only lower his head in a hurry and turn a blind eye. He hoped in his heart that one day he could merge into the sea, but he didn't expect that before that, he crashed into a mountain...
I want to hug you and tell you
It’s a pity that time cannot be expressed in words after all...
…
Is the appearance of Wen Liang an emotional test between He Tianran and Cao Aiqing, or is Cao Aiqing, far away, an unavoidable obstacle between He Tianran and Wen Liang?
This thought flashed through He Tianran's mind. At the end of his song, it seemed that he was ridiculing his own thoughts. A big dream will eventually wake up. At the end of the song, He Tianran pulled away. In order to solve the conjectures lingering in his mind, he changed a line of lyrics, as if giving a tactful answer:
…I can’t hug you.
…
After the song was sung, the lingering sound echoed, and the crowd was silent for a moment, and then burst into applause.
He Tianran nodded his thanks one by one, without any extra words. The band that was supposed to rotate was ready to play. The man returned the guitar to Alan Lu, and then returned to the crowd...
Soon, the warm music started again, and this time the lead singer took over and sang a song "Those who have no ideals are not sad".
In the crowd that was gradually becoming more jubilant and crowded, he did not find a warm figure until he saw a figure sitting there on the escalator that had become cold, waving to him.
He Tianran finally squeezed out, walked up to that person, and sat next to her.
At first, neither of them spoke.
The man bent his hands and leaned his elbows on the ladder sill behind him. He straightened his legs and leaned back. He watched the restless music causing people to put their hands on each other's shoulders and play Solitaire. He smiled lightly and said:
"If I had known I should have sung a more raucous song, so that I wouldn't be so bitter and hateful."
"No, I think it's pretty good. Although it's a little worse than me, it's better than others..."
Wen Liang put his hands under his knees, lowered his head, rested his chin on his knees, and stared at the excited crowd with his eyes as he spoke slowly.
"Really? Hahaha, you don't have to flatter the boss like this, I'm not used to it."
"...He Tianran."
"Um?"
"...I seem...to like you."
"……I know."
"And what's your answer?"
He Tianran turned his head and looked at the girl next to him who was not looking at him but still looking at the crowd and saying that she liked him.
He kept his tone as calm as possible and replied:
"Wen Liang, I already have someone I like...so..."
He shook his head and wrote a rest for this short heart-beating movement.
"I'm sorry."
(End of chapter)
