Chunyin

"Without you, how can we sing the play?"

It should be a harsh sentence, but Zhuang Heng's brows and eyes were cold and straightforward, and this sentence made him speak a little bit of indifference.

I looked at his side face, under the hazy sky, he painted a picture of distant mountains and rivers with light brushstrokes - reunited after a long absence, the mountains and rivers have not changed, it is still the kind of indifferent and far-reaching that I didn't like at first.

I used to have a bad temper, I was flirtatious, I have known each other for more than ten years, and the number of times I have dealt with Zhuang Heng is very small, but every time I have to be picked up by him in a few words, jumping up and down like a monkey with a burnt buttocks——Of course, I have more eyes later , although my temper has not improved much, but I understand that life is suffering, how to endure this kind of suffering, there is only one word "forbearance".

Some people are gifted, born with a clear heart of ice and snow, with no other distractions and no distracting thoughts, so they have less tossing and turning, live straight to the point and go straight to the point. Zhuang Heng is one of the best of this kind of people.There are also some people who look forward and backward and are full of worries, so they have to hide everywhere and have to endure all the time, such as me, and Fu Huan-yes, I have always thought that although Fu Huan and I are against each other, they are actually the same kind A poor man struggling in the muddy world of mortals.Zhuang Heng is different. Even if he is in the bustling world, he seems to have no future and nowhere to go. No matter in the market, in the court, or in the rivers and lakes, he has an independent energy.He is different from most people in the world, and he is completely different from me and Fu Huan, the kind of people who have different ways and do not conspire with each other.

Ah, far away.

What I think is that I have been a ghost for nearly a hundred years, and I am indeed different from the past——to Zhuang Heng’s sarcasm and withdrawing from the matter, when I look back at the past, many responses flashed in my mind. When I first met Zhuang Heng The me in the past, the me in the corner, and the me in this moment will have completely different reactions.But for so many years, so many thoughts have passed by, like apricot petals floating in the bitter river, almost disappearing with the flowing water at the moment they fall.

But I thought it didn't matter.How things go doesn't depend on what I think, it doesn't even depend on what I do.It doesn't matter what I think, it doesn't matter what I say, it doesn't even matter that I exist.

But Zhuang Heng actually said that without me, how can the play be sung?

His seriousness almost made me laugh.

Finally, I said from far away: "Zhuang Heng, you praise me too much and look down on others too much. There is no opera in this world that cannot be sung without anyone. There are good singing styles, and there are bad ones. The way of singing, no matter whether the ending is happy or the end is miserable, it can always be sung.”

I don't buy him from the bottom of my heart, but who wouldn't play tricks?

I stepped forward to the steps and turned back against the door frame to look at him.No one came to answer the door yet, the female ghost was shaking her fan under the flower stand, and it was raining heavily.Zhuang Heng held his umbrella quietly.I glanced at his empty half umbrella, and continued: "For example, you Zhuang Heng, you know the one-man show best. In this way, you can sing without me, and you can sing endlessly for life and life. Right?"

Not only do I know how to make mysteries, but I also know how to sarcasm.

I stared at him, feeling that I had made a comeback, but Zhuang Heng suddenly turned his gaze away, and my blatant scrutiny met his undisguised indifference and loneliness.He seemed to be poked in a sore spot, but it didn't matter at all, he just looked at me bluntly.

"Liang Yin," he said suddenly, calling me by first and last name, looking at me and saying, "Not everyone can play a one-man show, and not everyone can accept the same fate from life to life."

He said, "I can. But Fu Huan can't."

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Cocoon