My girlfriend is from the future!

Chapter 287 Ruyan: I still owe her my whole life ([-])
Just at this moment, I realized that you are by my side
At this moment, I realized that I lost your face

I can forget everything but your face

Anything can change, please let me see you again

There is music floating in the ancient city. In the bars along the street, among the guitar playing and the vicissitudes of the singer's voice, there is always a repertoire called "Tick Tock". They, day after day, followed the brisk melody in the loudspeaker, beating a song called "A Moment".

Anyone who has been here, even if they have been away for many years, whenever this kind of music sounds, they will always outline the scene of walking in the ancient city that day in their minds.

The outside world is developing rapidly, but here, it seems that ten years are like a day...

Do the so-called tourist cities like Dali and Lijiang, the so-called ancient cities, really have any history worth exploring by ordinary people?
No.

The building is refurbished and old, and the commercial atmosphere is coming. People who can come here, and will miss the people here after leaving. I think it is not because of any history, but something that makes them dream at night. It's what's left here, memory.

About Cangshan Mountain and Erhai Lake, about wind, flowers, snow and moon...

No matter what is mixed with these memories, there must be a beautiful side.

No matter how hard it is to yell out in the dark, no matter how hard it is to sing loudly in the hard days, no matter how hard it is to maintain sobriety in the busy world.

In a flash of thought, there is always something that belongs to you alone and never fades away.

He Tianran, who has completely become a "passerby" in this world, is standing in front of the poster with the news of the band INTERESTING's performance, standing there for a long time, absent-minded for a long time...

There are only three people in the poster, Wen Liang, Wei Xing, and Lu Alan.

The composition of the photo is a bit weird, as if there is an empty space, but at first glance, it seems insignificant.

"Wow, we are so lucky, we never expected to meet INTERESTING's performance in Dali!"

"Why, are they famous?"

"Of course, I like them the most, "The Rose Thief" is their song!"

"Oh, I remembered. There was a time when I opened Douyin and it was full of live videos of their female lead singer. I also liked it several times. I have to say, she looks really good-looking."

"That's right, they seem to seldom perform performances now, so you must go and see them tonight."

"Are tickets available now?"

"...It's hard to say, let's go directly to the scene and ask."

In the bustling ancient city, crowds come and go, and behind him, there are occasional voices of discussion from others.

I still remember that more than 600 days ago, the name of this band was only worthy of appearing in the corner of the platter performance poster.

But now, their popularity is completely independent.

He Ranran left silently, slowly blending into the gray crowd in the streets and alleys.

This world is becoming more and more strange to him. The "super power" he said is true. He once traveled to a black and white tragic future. In that future, warmth and coolness are the most beautiful color.

And now, because of their love, the situation is reversed.

As Wen Liang's long-cherished wish was fulfilled, her memory disappeared faster and faster. In He Ranran's eyes, this originally normal and colorful world was centered around Wen Liang, presenting a deadly gray that gradually spread. The people and things, things and feelings that the two of them are familiar with together, those rich background colors with temperature and memory in this world, just like that, melt and peel off bit by bit, like peeling cocoons.

The color on Wen Liang's body is fading away day by day. The world she lives in now is in great contrast to He Ranran's world. It seems that two planes that have no intersection at all are forcibly fused together, and are moving at a speed visible to the naked eye. Gradually return to the track that should exist...

Every day, when He Tianran wakes up from his sleep, he will always passively accept some changes. In the impression of others, things that have always been like this, in his opinion, have undergone earth-shaking changes...

It's like all karma, as it should be.

He knew that the time for Wen Liang to walk out of this illusory hell was getting closer...

He Tianran originally thought that he could accompany Wen Liang to the snow-capped mountains to fulfill her long-cherished wish.

But he was wrong.

Wen Liang still wants to go to the Snow Mountain, but she is no longer obsessed with whether He Tianran will be with her. Now she will go by herself or with her friends. In the future, she will also do what she wants to do, To love the one you want to love...

This is called true liberation.

Now Wen Liang has no regrets in her heart, because her regrets have come true during the days of falling in love with He Tianran...

She no longer needs an illusory snow mountain to witness her love, she has truly felt what she once asked for.

Therefore, before she went to the snow mountain, she forgot about He Tianran.

This was unexpected by He Tianran, but it was reasonable in Wen Liang's life.

This is God's best forgiveness for her.

Life is always full of accidents. People are panicking and arranging all kinds of plans and assumptions, wishing to schedule the process of life into a movie where the director can precisely control the rhythm, cut a knife here, and stretch it for a few seconds there.

However, there are always some unexpected partings and changes that will leave you without a chance to say "click"...

this is life.

There are always some things that you cannot arrange or plan.

On this day, He Tianran was walking in the ancient city. Like ordinary tourists, he bought a roadside flower cake and tasted it while visiting.

The streets of the ancient city are very bright, and there are some street stalls next to them, selling some corners and corners that he doesn't need at all, but in the end, he went up to take a look.

Passing by the silver jewelry store on the street, which was full of silverware, he was about to take out his mobile phone to take a picture, but the shopping guide rushed out and stopped him.

"Sorry I can't take pictures."

He Tianran made fun of himself, smiled and continued on without stopping.

He walked to the end of a road and looked up at Cangshan Mountain. The strange aunt next to him stepped forward and recommended a group tour of the Cangshan Cableway around the Erhai Lake. When she talked about Cangshan Mountain, she pointed to it with the pride of the locals. the mountain.

He Tianran looked into the distance and murmured, "Why isn't it snowing?"

The strange aunt spoke Mandarin with a Yunnan accent, and said with a smile: "Young man, Cangshan usually doesn't have snow until December! It's Yulong Snow Mountain that has snow all year round. I can also arrange it for you, ma'am. Wechat, Dali, Lijiang, Jade Dragon Snow Mountain group tour is very cheap!"

He Ranran was silent for a while, shook his head, declined the sales promotion from the strange aunt, turned around and left.

He wandered aimlessly, walking in every alley, and accidentally came to a row of flower sellers. He didn't pay attention at first, thinking that he was still in the vegetable market. it's flowers...

The flowers in the ancient city of Dali cost 10 yuan and 3 bunches, tied in bundles, not artificial at all, the most primitive appearance, unlike most flower sellers that must be carefully cut and even packaged.

The local people use grass rings to tie flowers, and old flowers are also packed in woven bamboo baskets. After a long time of use, the color of the bamboo baskets becomes dull. Most of the flower sellers are grandmas. They are very simple and crowded With apple muscles, he smiled kindly.

The boy's eyes swept across the thousands of flowers, and suddenly stopped on a cluster of pale yellow flowers.

He walked over and bought a 100 yuan flower holder in his hand.

"Girls are better off with roses, my boy."

The old flower seller suggested with a smile.

"It's different, I can only give this, grandma."

He Tianran responded politely. He walked through the colorful fields, walked back to the main street of the ancient city, and found the venue where INTERESTING was going to perform at night.

However, the conductor at the door told him that the tickets for today's performance had been pre-sold out a few days ago.

"..."

He Tianran's eyes, which had been kept calm all this time, finally showed a wave of fluctuation.

"...Maybe, you can come here to try your luck when the show starts? Some people should ask for tickets then."

The conductor rarely gave a suggestion.

"No need, that's it..."

His right hand holding Huajing trembled slightly, and then left alone.

He found a bench in an alley not far from the performance site, and the man sat down like that, putting the flowers on his knees, and the sun gradually sank to the west, reflecting the ancient city's cobblestone streets golden.

He is like a brooding statue, without any movement.

Then, night fell and the lights came on.

The ancient city of Dali seemed to be more lively at night. The livehouse performance started, and the sound of singing and cheers could faintly reach He Ranran's ears. After waiting for a long time, he finally heard the familiar singing voice...

She's on stage.

He stood up.

At this moment of night, he stood in the alley, standing in the dark, like a wandering ghost, but when he walked to the streetlight, he seemed to have been reborn.

So, he was like this, over and over again, making no distinction between humans and ghosts.

……

……

By the time the show ended, it was already late at night.

"It was agreed to only sing two songs, but the audience kept shouting for encore. A Liang, you have been satisfying them all the time. I think we are at a loss."

After waiting for the audience to leave, Wen Liang and his party took advantage of the moonlight to leave secretly.

"Brother Alan, don't come here, you were playing the drums just now, didn't you have a lot of fun!"

Wen Liang stretched her waist, her face was slightly flushed with excitement, and she still wanted to say something.

"Tsk, that's right, this is the charm of the scene, but Ah Liang, you should sing less in the future and control it, otherwise I will not be able to arrange work in the future, and I will suffer a lot. I walked away. I know there is a barbecue. The taste is quite solid, and this is the only one that can be eaten in Yunnan, I think it has been several years!"

Lu Alan beckoned boldly and walked to the front to lead the way.

Sheng Qidong hugged Li Wang's arm tightly, and asked, "Hey, it's not some roasted silkworm chrysalis, is it?"

Lu Alan intentionally frightened: "The grilled silkworm chrysalis is Northeast barbecue. In Yunnan, it's all pediatrics. What kind of bamboo insects, centipedes, grasshoppers are generally roasted here, and they are eaten in different ways. There are fried ones and grilled ones. Yes, put it in your mouth and click it, tsk tsk tsk, that's a fragrance~"

A few girls had goosebumps...

"Ah, don't talk about this, what are our plans for tomorrow?" Gu Ling quickly changed the subject
Cai Jueming continued: "Tomorrow we will definitely drive along the road to Erhai Lake, will you go?"

Li Wang and Sheng Qidong looked at each other, and the former said, "Of course, we just want to go to Shuanglang."

Shuanglang is also an ancient town, but it is relatively larger and less commercialized. It is located on the east coast of Erhai Lake.

"Then you just go in the same car. Tomorrow, the three of us, Xingzi, Hu Yue, and I will be basking in the sun in the city. The day after tomorrow we will leave for Lijiang, where there will be a performance."

Lu Alan, who was walking ahead, said a word.

At this moment, Wei Xing who was beside Wen Liang asked, "Ah Liang, what are your plans for tomorrow?"

"……I?"

The girl paused, and she turned her head to look at the male companion next to the two girlfriends, feeling as if something was missing in her heart, empty.

"Ah Liang, why don't you go around the Erhai Lake with us tomorrow, let's take pictures together! You don't want to act alone!" Sheng Qidong suggested and threatened.

She smiled, "Okay!"

The two best friends cheered.

Since the ancient city cannot enter the car, they have to walk for a while, and the musical instruments needed for the band performance are provided by the livehouse, so they didn't take anything in their hands.

As Wen Liang walked, she felt that something was missing, and she recalled it all at once:

"Go to the parking lot first. I forgot my guitar. I'll go back and come right away!"

After speaking, the friends joked a few words, Wen Liang turned around and ran back to the performance site, and retrieved the piano that Xiaojia gave him at noon backstage.

"I don't know if he will come tonight."

Recalling the original owner of the piano in his mind, Wen Liang put the bag on his back and muttered silently.

She used this violin tonight when she sang the encore. Wen Liang felt that since the boy who called himself "Passerby A" was willing to give this violin to him, it would be the best respect to make the best use of it. If that Boys will be very happy when they see themselves using this violin on stage, right?

After going out, the ancient city of Dali at night is as cool as water, quiet and deep.

The girl was walking quickly on the long stone-paved street, suddenly, on her left, she seemed to see something flickering out of the corner of her eye.

Turning his head to look, it turned out to be a street lamp in the alley, which may be flickering due to years of disrepair.

She was about to leave, but found that under the orange light, something seemed to be wrapped around the pole of the light pole, like a stubborn vine...

The warm heart suddenly trembled...

Her feet were uncontrollable, and she approached like a ghost, wanting to see the real thing.

Slowly, she walked into the alley, came under the street lamp, and stood within the range illuminated by the orange light...

She looked intently, and an inexplicable sadness surged in her heart without any reason. For some reason, she felt that the thing on the light pole was very romantic, familiar to her, and very important...

In the quiet night, under the light...

There, full of sunflowers.

(End of this chapter)