Chapter 709: The Old Boy

Everything is in the car.

Ye Zhi stuffed the last box into the car, looked around, "Is everything in place?"

Shen Lu counted the boxes and nodded, "It's all there."

"Then... let's go?"

"You guys go ahead to catch the plane, I still have something to do." Ye Zhi shook the guitar on his back, looked back at everything that was once strange but now very familiar, and smiled, "I have to go , I have to leave something for my alma mater."

"What are you doing?"

Ye Zhi didn't speak, but walked to the school gate alone, with a faint reluctance in his eyes.

Gently plucking the strings.

Quietly looking at the students who were slowly leaving at the school gate, he just wanted to sing out the feeling of reluctance in his heart.

When the students stopped leaving, they all looked at Ye Zhi in surprise, until his clear voice sang a song they had never heard before, accompanied by the soft melody of the guitar.

...

An emotion called sorrow of parting spreads in everyone's heart.

Every day for a year, always in a hurry

You and I come from a small village in Hubei, Sichuan, Guangxi, Ningxia, Henan, Shandong, Guizhou, and Yunnan

I swore to be a great person

But one day bjgz sz suddenly woke up in the middle of the night and stood on the lonely balcony

I just want to escape from this boundless loneliness

Many years ago you had clear eyes

Running like a spring lightning

I want to see the world to the farthest place

I feel like I have wings that can fly over mountains and oceans

...

The singing gradually drifted away, and more and more people stopped to watch.

They gradually became serious,

Listening to the story in the song, and the protagonist of this story seems to be his future self, Ye Zhi closed his eyes and poured all his emotions into this song.

This is a song of youth.

Almost everyone can hear their own shadow in the lyrics of this song, and Ye Zhi is no exception.

Dimly, he seemed to see a picture, a young man who just graduated, with clear eyes, chasing his illusory dream, struggling hard, but the reality cruelly wiped out his last trace of innocence. obliterate.

He is running hard, does he want to go to the farthest place.

Many young people used to be that simple boy, but they were gradually forced to mature by the society. They no longer had the clear eyes they once had. He couldn't see his future, but he still persisted.

With breakfast in his hand, he followed the crowd to the morning rush hour subway, his eyes had already become cloudy.

Does being used to lying mean becoming mature?

Can you love others only after you have a house?

Always thought that after success, the scars can be healed?

** Buried on the side, those who missed it

When youth is exhausted, only ugly face remains

As he sang, he couldn't help the tears in his eyes. After the song was over, when the last note fell, countless boys choked up quietly, and even a few girls burst into tears.

Goodbye, our youth.

However……

If you think this is the end, it's too soon.

The song "You Were a Boy" was just an appetizer. Ye Zhi found a corner and sat down. Listening to such a melody, I can't help but feel a little touched.

After about twenty seconds, he opened his mouth lightly, and sang that clear and comfortable voice, the voice with its own story.

dreams are always out of reach

should we give up

It's another season of flowers blooming and falling

spring where are you

Youth is like a rushing river

If you don't come back, you can't say goodbye

I'm just numb

Without the enthusiasm of the past

Look at the floating flowers in the sky

wither at the most beautiful moment

I have to say, the lyrics are really well written.

Even, it's not original.

One day.

We will be ashamed to mention youth, obsessed with speaking of dreams, and put them carefully at the bottom of the box. Shake up the exhaustion in the body, continue to go back and forth between the company and the house, care about food, milk powder, salary, and do nothing.

In the vegetable market, I was entangled with the shopkeeper for the fifteen cents.

On the subway and bus to the company, I struggled to squeeze forward.

Walking on the sidewalk like a zombie with indifference.

Then……

Slowly moving towards aging, gray hair.

Those dreams that had nowhere to rest, unexpectedly withered unknowingly like this, and they were still so dilapidated!

I used to think that I had already let go of that illusory dream.

But there is still a life that can be yearned for, but between dreams and life, it is like a man driving downstairs to his house, instead of going upstairs, he just sits quietly with earphones and looks out the window, calm and tired.

Saying goodbye softly, and returning home, he is still a person with a family on his shoulders.

Chanting familiar lyrics.

Counting ridiculous dreams.

Remembering my youth.

Standing at the intersection of the sunset.

Seeing the faces of parents aging rapidly, silver threads appearing, seeing the luxuriant vines in front of the door, blooming and bearing fruit, traveling through memories, seeing the past self, thinking about today's, dreaming about the future, and the self every day .

We will gradually grow up, go to school, then graduate, then lose our jobs, fall in love, break up in love, get married and have children...

Then go through a short but long life.

Traveling through the crowd with a smile on his face, how much he wanted to say something for himself, for those dreams and youth he once had.

But……

I don’t know if anyone can understand, the goshawk crosses the sky, the fish is covered in dust in the lake, and I start to say goodbye, to the regrets I have read in the old days, and to those dreams that have nowhere to rest.

Maybe……

I'm just walking and running on the road of life that I don't know where to go.

I got into the wrong car once.

I was on the wrong track.

I have lost myself.

I have misread life.

Time, just like that, was reversed, subverted and knocked down.

I am not strong, never have been.

Because when I faced the loneliness and prosperity in the city, I was suddenly at a loss, and suddenly wanted to stuff myself into a container, and fell asleep hard, never waking up again, but my hazy youth was still Betrayed me, squatting on the side of the road looking for the dream I once lost.

Can it really be found?

Those thousands of turns, those blazing childlike dreams, can you still find a pure paradise for you?

I once stubbornly sang that my future is not a dream, but we have all grown up, innocent thoughts, childhood partners, girls I had a crush on when I was young, classmates I have known for many years, clumsy handwriting on the notebook, bright red on the homework laps, the night of sweating, the joy of harvesting achievements, the spinning windmill, the soaring kite, and the paper boat that was once flown by hand...