With a simple accompaniment and a lyrical melody that had been heard thousands of times, Jiang Feng's song began to drift in the room:
"Will you remember tomorrow?"
"The diary you wrote yesterday."
"Will you remember tomorrow?"
"You used to love crying the most."
My dear girl, do you still have the diary?
Ever since you left, I've been caught in a dilemma. I want to remember you, but I'm afraid to miss you. I want to forget you, but I don't want to have your memories. Keep your picture, in which you always look like you did when you first met.
If I had been brave in the beginning, if I had taken the initiative, would the story have been different?
There were laughter and tears in the days they were together. Unknowingly, time had quietly flowed away. Those in the past would eventually become beautiful memories.
Those words that were not said, those feelings that were not expressed in time, those words that were not accepted. In this way, opportunities were lost again and again. In the end, it was too late.
"The days of the past have passed.”
"I want to have a wife too."
"I'll show her this photo too."
"Tell him about you."
"Who married the sentimental you?"
"Who's going to comfort you?"
"Who curled your long hair?”
"Who made your wedding dress?"
Where will you be in a few years? What kind of life are you living? What kind of people are accompanying you?
Many years later, will I forget that you became someone else's wife when I sang this song?
No! No! I can't stand forgetting you!
Those who were sad, those who were happy, those who gathered together, those who left. Once you make me never forget you, make me unable to let go of you, how about now?
He closed his eyes and calmed down. He temporarily put aside his memories of her.
Jiang Feng opened the Fengyun Music Network, logged into his account, filled in his information, and opened the singer's background. He uploaded the recorded songs and refreshed the display to check.
Today was Sunday, and it was the weekend. Jiang Feng was looking for information to familiarize himself with the world. It was time for work tomorrow. So, he turned off his computer, took a shower, and went to bed early.
Two days later, Jiang Feng woke up early, packed his luggage, and arrived at the company early.
When it came to work, Jiang Feng was even more enviable. Last week, this Jiang Feng had successfully applied for a job at the famous entertainment company in China, Tangren Film and Television. Of course, he was not a big star. He was Zhu Mengyao's manager. He was a B-list celebrity and had been in a warm state for a few years. However, it was precisely because of this that he did not understand. The Zhu Mengyao he knew had become a Diva?
I don't know how 'literary applications' are modified in this world. There were many things that were different from the original. The things that Jiang Feng had experienced in his memories, such as Zhu Mengyao, were all preserved. Everything about her Jiang Feng had been preserved, but she was just a small celebrity, but she had become the queen of the world.
He was speechless the entire way. After greeting some familiar people in the company, Jiang Feng sat at the table and opened the Chinese Music Network on his computer to see if his new song had been reviewed.
It was still early, and the staff of the music network had not reviewed his song yet. The song still showed that it had not been reviewed.
As Zhu Mengyao had suddenly become a Diva and had been busy with the Spring Festival Gala rehearsals, the company was worried about Jiang Feng, who was a newcomer. They would not let him follow them, but had Detective He Jie arrange his position at the last minute.
The bored Jiang Feng sat on the table and began to plan his future. With this adventure, how could he be so willing to be so ordinary? At the same time, in a building in Shanghai, Liu Yun, the editor of the Music Fengyun Network headquarters, began his day's work.
Liu Yun had been in a bad mood for the past few days. A year ago, in order to love music, Liu Yun gave up the decision to go home with her boyfriend. Her boyfriend had been together for five years and was determined to stay in Shanghai to work. The result of this long-distance relationship was futile. After a year of persistence, their six-year relationship ended up fruitless.
As a music editor, he had to listen to a large number of new songs every day. Some songs could still be heard, but some songs were sung in an innovative way. The strange lyrics were simply a torture to the ears.
Early in the morning, she went to audition for a few songs. She either listened to appalling vulgar songs or had vulgar lyrics. This made Liu Yun's already bad mood even more depressed.
With a depressed mood, Liu Yun played the next song. After seeing the title of the song," You Who Sat Together," Liu Yun couldn't help but attract people's attention.
She seemed to have thought of her ex-boyfriend, her former deskmate. With an inexplicable anticipation, Liu Yun started listening.
The beautiful guitar accompaniment and the melodious melody pierced through the faint sadness. Liu Yun's heart seemed to have returned to her high school days. When they were deskmates in high school, they had decided on their relationship before graduation.
They studied together, took exams together, and went to the same university together. There were too many experiences and memories between the two of them. But in the end, under the pressure of his family, he finally had a wife. Would he show her his photo and tell her the story he told her in the past?
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