016. It was snowing in summer, but it was like spring in winter!
However, just as Zhang Wen looked at the garden outside the window.
He saw an unbelievable scene.
The garden that was originally filled with endless poetry.
At this moment, there were faint willow leaves falling from the sky.
The white catkins fluttered aimlessly in the sky.
It was very similar to the first line of the song.
"You're in the southern sun ~
It's snowing heavily!"
Shanghai was in the south.
It was April.
The sun was blazing outside. It was a sunny day.
In the sky, the willow leaf that had once made countless people feel irritated.
However, at this moment, he did not give off any feeling of disgust, irritation, or disgust.
Instead, it was like snow in summer.
Zhang Wen found it a little rare.
At this moment, he looked at the beautiful garden outside the window and then looked at the fluttering willow leaves.
Zhang Wen was dumbfounded.
At this moment, listening to the music that had stopped abruptly.
Jiang Shangfeng raised his head and was about to wipe away the tears at the corner of his eyes.
However, he realized that Zhang Wen was standing still, looking out of the window.
He did not even blink.
This made Jiang Shangfeng somewhat confused.
What was Zhang Wen looking at?
However, just as Jiang Shangfeng looked out the window.
The scene in front of him.
However, his body couldn't help but tremble.
Willow catkins danced in the sky.
In the garden, in the bamboo forest, in the pond.
Even in the courtyard!
They were all covered with a thin layer of catkins, like snowflakes falling from the sky in summer.
it is no longer the snow of June.
However, the scene in front of him also shocked Jiang Shangfeng.
Because of everything in front of him!
It was too similar to the music that was being played.
Admire the snow in summer.
Endless Wandering.
Not only Zhang Wen, even Jiang Shangfeng was immersed in this world of snow.
It was like this scene.
It was the illusory world in the song.
Gada!
Just as Yan Yu was immersed in the sadness of the song, Zhang Wen and Jiang Shangfeng were immersed in the world described by the song.
There was a sudden sizzling sound that sounded like an electric microphone.
Hearing this voice, Yan Yu was stunned.
She wondered if the computer was broken. Why would there be such a sound when the song was being played?
However, just as Yan Yu was about to ask…
Ya ~~~~~!
A melodious voice came from the opera.
Yan Yu could clearly hear this voice. It was definitely not Ning Fan's voice.
However, this voice did not make Yan Yu feel uncomfortable at all.
Instead, it felt nostalgic.
Yan Yu was born in Shanghai and her family was not rich.
There was only one radio in the house.
And it was this radio that his grandmother played some opera every day.
And this part, the dramatic tone, was just like the playful tone of his childhood.
But…there was only this 'ah ~' sound.
However, it made Yan Yu feel even heavier.
This kind of heaviness was like when he was alone at home when he was young.
A person was holding an old radio.
He sat at the door of his house.
He looked at the cars driving in the rain.
The feeling of powerlessness in a crowd.
It felt like crying!
It filled the depths of Yan Yu's heart.
For a moment, Yan Yu felt that she was not listening to a song.
It was life!
A lonely child with a dark life.
As the old radio finished playing.
The sound of the guitar playing slowly sounded again.
The young man's voice carried a powerful penetrating power.
Through the window.
Through the door.
Even through the courtyard walls.
It merged with the snow-filled garden.
"He heard someone singing an ancient song ~~
Singing about what's still happening in the distance today ~
The lone island he saw in his eyes…
No sorrow, but no flowers ~~~"
……
"You're in the southern sun ~
It was snowing heavily!
I'm in the cold night in the north ~
The four seasons are like spring ~
If there's still time before dark ~
I want to forget your eyes ~~~
Poor life ~
I can't finish a dream ~~"
……
"You're in the southern sun ~
It was snowing heavily!
I'm in the cold night in the north ~
The four seasons are like spring ~
If there's still time before dark ~
I want to forget your eyes ~~~
Poor life ~
Can't finish a dream ~~
Waking up from a dream ~
What a ridiculous life!"
……
As the song ended, the sound of the guitar came to an end.
The entire house was filled with endless desolation.
Yan Yu had already sat down.
That pair of slender arms hugged her thigh.
She was already crying her eyes out.
Zhang Wen looked out of the window. The sky was filled with the sun hanging high in the sky. He looked at the willow leaves that were dancing like snowflakes.
His mind was completely blank.
Her eyes were already red.
She did not know how many tears had flowed down her face.
As for Jiang Shangfeng.
He did not cry. Instead, he kept looking out the window.
He recalled everything that was sung in the lyrics.
On an isolated island.
In the small pond in his courtyard.
There was an exposed bluestone.
Flowers.
There was no flower in his garden.
There was only endless cold-resistant grass.
Even the lotus leaves that were produced in the pond would grow in the summer.
Jiang Shangfeng had never seen a lotus flower before.
At first, Jiang Shangfeng did not pay much attention to it.
But today, listening to this sad song…
He looked at his garden.
He immediately had a feeling.
It was as if his garden was custom-made according to this song.
in summer, because of the willow catkins, snow drifts.
Because of the cold-resistant plants planted in winter, it was like spring all year round.
This…Jiang Shangfeng seemed to have thought of something.
"Could it be that the person who designed this garden has also heard my song?" he asked in a low voice, his voice trembling.!”
" How is this possible?!"
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