My alternative life

It was half an hour after I returned to the club, and then Tang Wan led me to "spring flowers bloom.".

It's a small box, even smaller than the secret room in the basement.

The furnishings in the room are extremely simple, with a piano, a chair, a sofa for two, a wooden floor and several cotton cushions on it.

At the moment, although the window is half open, the room is still emitting a long time no one came in the moist smell and a touch of mildew.

It's obvious that this place has just been cleaned. It may have swept out a lot of dust.

"Sit down."

Tang Wan pointed to the cushion and said, "this is the only place where I can come in, but I haven't come in nearly a year."

"Oh, oh." I answered and sat down near the piano.

"Jiang Feng, someone will send a guitar to me later," Tang Wan said with a smile. "Don't you know how to play and sing? Let's play together."

"To sing A cold rainy night

"No," Tang Wan shook his head and said, "change the song. Rock is too noisy. I want to listen to Assange's song."

"Asan?" I asked her, "which one? Has it been quiet all the time? "

"No, today I'm going to sing lonely."

Loneliness is singing!

When Tang Wan said the title of the song, I immediately remembered the singer who had passed away but had a moving voice like the sound of nature, the woman who refused to have surgery in order to keep her body in the same state.

Asan She may believe that fate will give her a miracle, but in the end did not wait.

I lowered my head and suddenly realized something!

Huang Jiaju and a sang seem to have nothing to do with each other, but they have one thing in common, that is, they are no longer in the world!

So, Tang Wan chose to play a song with me at this time. Before that, she mentioned the cold and rainy night. What is her hint?

Some people, some people who are very important to Tang Wan, are no longer in the world?

When I think of this, I suddenly feel like a big head and dry mouth.

If Tang Wan is suggesting that her relatives have disappeared from the world, what does it mean?

Does it mean that Tang Wan's hatred has reached the point where he can only vent his hatred by killing people?

And I, in the inadvertent ignorance, somehow involved in a huge whirlpool in which I have no ability?

After the Qiantong water treatment case, I have already understood that relying on my own strength, Jiang Feng's desire to fight against this level of alligators is just like a fool's dream!

The reason why we can finally kill the gang of borers in Qiantong is that apart from my unremitting efforts, what's more important is that what Qiantong group has done has made people angry. Not only me, Jiang Shushan, Li Kan, Tian boguang, but also many other forces are engaged in Qiantong!

Only in this way can the towering and majestic building collapse!

A Qiantong water treatment group is already like this. How dangerous is what Tang Wan asked me to do?

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The guitar will be delivered soon. It's a middle and high-grade Taylor Guitar. It's made of imported rosewood. The price should be between 20000 and 30000. It's a very good thing.

"Sorry, I can't play guitar, so the club is not equipped with the best equipment."

Tang Wan explained, "this is from the guests usually play, do you think it can be used?"

After adjusting the strings, pressing the pieces, and tapping on the back and panel, I motioned to the other party that there was no problem and said that it was much better than my guitar when I was in University. Although I was a member of the school art group, I couldn't afford a good guitar when I was in T University.

I spent 400 yuan on the second-hand market to pick up the piano I didn't know where I had thrown it. Although it was ok, I didn't know what was worse than this one.

"Wait a minute, I'll search the score."

Lonely in singing, I was impressed, but not very familiar, so I searched the Internet for a relatively simple guitar score.

I tried it in sections and played it twice. I said to Tang Wan, "sister Wan, it's done. I'm almost ready."

"Well, I play the piano with your guitar, but..."

In Tang Wan's wonderful eyes, he was cold and tender, and said, "but I don't want to sing. You sing, OK?"

"Don't you sing?" I didn't expect that Tang Wan would let me sing alone. After all, this is a song from the female voice department.

"Well, I'm hoarse. I can't sing well. I don't want to make you laugh."

I looked at Tang Wan carefully and said with a smile, "OK, then I'll sing!"

When the prelude started, I added a piece of brilliance by myself, and Tang Wan played the piano.

Is it dark?

lonely and slowly cutting?

someone's heart starts to hurt again

Love is far awayI haven't seen you for a long time?

How can I live like this?

do you listen to the lonely singing?

gently and fiercely?

is the singing so cruel?

people can't help crying into a river

When I sing, I still look down at the fingering at the beginning. After getting better, I have closed my eyes to feel the spiritual impact of this song, and quickly integrate into the artistic conception it creates.

When I played the second chorus, the voice had been amplified, and many people's figures flashed through my mind.

Senior high school students friends, Lao Cai, Sima, Lao Zhao

There are also women who are far away from me in my life.

First love Lin Fen, pursue me, but also because of my humble and sad let go of the big chest sister, in the true love bar to Yan Ran play guitar, Yao Xin, LAN LAN, Yao Jing There are a lot of people, like lanterns hovering in my mind.

All of a sudden, I seem to understand why Tang Wan asked me to sing this song, because this is her place to be alone, which means loneliness, and what can she do when she is lonely?

Apart from missing and remembering, is there anything else?

In fact, maybe we are not singing, but, lonely, singing our life!

At the end of the song, I opened my eyes, but I didn't know when Tang Wan had stopped playing. He covered his face with his hands and wept silently.

"Sister wan..."

I sighed and said, "actually, you shouldn't have chosen such a sad tune."

She didn't answer me immediately. After several minutes, she grabbed my coat and wiped my face with her sleeve. Then she said, "Jiang Feng, you are wrong. Sadness doesn't come from music, but from people's mood! If I am very happy now, I can feel it just like appreciating art when I listen to any song. Even if I am depressed, it won't affect my mood too much. "

She turned to me and gazed, "but I'm not happy, so even if you play me the happiest music, I'll be so sad that I want to cry!"

I am silent, suddenly don't know how to persuade her.

"Well," Tang Wan said suddenly, "you sing very well But I don't want to listen any more. Now, I think we can have a good chat. "