Chapter 349 Exaggeration

I know that there are many people in the world who are strange, but I don't think that only the people I know are strange, and I don't think that only my friends will have a bad life.

People are strange here, just because this is a place that can make others strange.

Who are you curious to show to?

It's just a desert.

The desert is too lazy to pay attention to you.

I don't know if there has been snow in the desert before, but I haven't seen it. When I saw blood in the desert, I couldn't help but be surprised.

But what surprised me more was the man who came from the fluttering snow.

I always thought that I was crazy, or that I was abnormal enough, and my friends were not normal. They were all weirdos, but when I saw this person, I could only admit that my friends were still within the scope of normal people.

This man is wearing a cloak, which is big blue.

Wearing a yellow shirt inside.

There is only half of the trousers, of course, the upper half, and the lower part of the calf is gone. I don't know if he made it himself or for other reasons.

One shoe is red and the other is black.

A black hat with a general brim, and the other half is gone.

Carrying a big box.

is a man.

I don't know what he is doing here, just like I don't know what anyone who comes here is doing.

When I saw him, it was just beginning to snow, but when he came to me, the snow had stopped.

"My name is upstairs." He looked at me and introduced himself.

I motioned to him not to introduce himself, but he continued as if he didn't see it, "The two is not the two, but the two!"

I really don't understand the special meaning of the name, and I don't want to understand it.

Maybe it's because he's done here, or maybe it's because he understands what I mean. Anyway, he doesn't talk anymore.

"I don't care where I live, just eat and drink, and you can deal with the place you live. This is a desert, you know, so the price is a little expensive.

I'm not a black-hearted person. Although the price is a little expensive. It's just that he didn't say anything after hearing it. Just nodded.

Then he lived nearby. I don't know where it is nearby. All I know is that he eats here every day. He is not a regular person.

It's just that it's different from everyone I've met. He doesn't seem to have any idea. He didn't come here for any reason, nor did he want anything.

He is dressed in extremely strange clothes like that. It made him behave a little strange that was almost similar to that of a normal person.

I didn't ask him, and he didn't say anything. I don't think he is short of money, because he never owes any money.

I'm not worried that he won't tell me, because I know that he will say it.

I'm not worried that he came to me. In fact, that's impossible.

I don't think I'm ready to get any answers.

He ate here for three months, ninety-nine days. Ten taels of silver a day. Nearly a thousand taels.

He is indeed a person who is not short of money. Finally, he was on the ground for a hundred days. I opened my mouth and told me who he was.

He said he was a singer.

It took me a long time to identify this word as a profession. He was obviously dissatisfied with my expression, so he spent three days telling me that the singer was different from other professions.

I didn't understand a word what he was saying.

I just want to understand what he is going to do. He just wants to sing to people.

It's really just like this.

His martial arts skills are not weak, and he has a lot of money. But what he wanted was just a few people who listened to his singing, but they couldn't find it.

He said he didn't need to applaud.

There is no need for applause.

You don't need anything, just someone needs to listen to him.

He doesn't want to spend money or use martial arts.

But he has never sung in front of people, not even behind people. He will use countless means, but he disdains to use any means.

He said that he couldn't help but want to sing, but he didn't want to find a casual place to start singing.

I told him that I didn't understand.

He laughed and then admitted frankly that he was afraid.

Later, he wanted to borrow it from my pub.

I asked him what he was doing, and he said he would hold a concert.

Who do you sing to?

Sing to the desert.

I don't know what this means. But I would be happy to do it. Because there are only ideals, innocence and no utilitarianism in his mind.

It took him a long time to tidy up the pub, but in the end it didn't work at all, because I told him that it was better to stand on the roof.

Finally, he stood on the roof and I buried myself in the sand. I don't think he needs an audience. He is his best audience. When he starts to sing, his heart will begin to shake and every part of his body will applaud him.

Facing the vast desert, he looked up at the five starry sky. He suddenly smiled when he went upstairs. He already felt satisfied.

If there is a quiet song between heaven and earth for you, you will also be satisfied.

He was dressed in strange clothes, bowing his head and singing...

I will talk about it when someone asks me, but no one comes

I'm looking forward to having no choice but to say

It can't be loaded

My mood hesitates to be uncovered like a bottle lid

The mouth is raising moss

The quieter the crowd is, the more unacceptable it becomes

I'm going to have an accident

It's like a sudden singing anywhere is like opening a four-sided platform

The most glittering dress is very emotional

Remember to insert the bag when someone comes to take photos

You think I'm exaggerated because I'm afraid

Do you get attention if it looks like wood and stone?

In fact, I'm afraid of being forgotten to zoom in and play

How to be elegant when you are very uneasy

Does the world still praise silence?

How can there be a topic if it's not explosive enough

Let me exaggerate being a big entertainer

The 18th alma mater's ball stood there that year

At that time, I swore with tears that you must see me

There are too many ordinary and ordinary roads in the world

Which house do you live in?

Too much neglect at work in love

Self-esteem has suffered a lot and pays attention to being able to cure hunger

I know why I made a lot of big moves when I got it at the end

People who make these mistakes, do you think I'm sick?

You think I'm exaggerated because I'm afraid

Do you get attention if it looks like wood or stone?

In fact, I'm afraid of being forgotten to zoom in and play

How to be elegant when you are very uneasy

Does the world still praise silence?

How can there be a topic if it's not explosive enough

Let me exaggerate being a big entertainer

There are not many lucky people who don't know why I am.

Use ten times painstakingly to highlight one

Is normal people talkative enough for me?

You ask me to exaggerate and add a few boos, but don't be afraid

If I have a stuffy scene in my presence

Do you watch the performance hysterically enough?

With tears, I just want to surprise you

Do I seem to not exist in the old days?

Aggravated bets and blue veins also appear

Do I know it exists now?

Ging at me, don't just look at smallpox

I can drink a cup of tea to my heart's content

Don't forget that someone is talking for you

............

Later, he sang for a long time, most of which were like the first song he sang. I could hardly understand it.

There was no accompaniment, no harmony, and no fake singing. He went upstairs and sang all night in his strange clothes on my roof until the east turned white.

I didn't understand a few words all night.

I don't know what he is singing, but I think he is very happy. The whole desert is quietly listening to his singing.

I'm also very happy. I don't know what he's singing, but I'm very happy to listen to it. It's a dream, innocence and joy.

When he left, I wanted to return the money to him. He didn't ask for it. His clothes were still strange, but I felt normal when I looked at it.

Before he left, he told me the meaning of the song he sang many times. I didn't remember much, so I just remembered the first song he sang.

He said that the song was his favorite.

He told me seriously several times, so I always remember it, and I remember it seriously.

You think I'm pompous and exaggerated because I'm afraid.

If it's like wood and stone, will you care about me?

I think this is true. He also sings really well.

But I didn't say anything to him, because I knew he didn't need it. He told me that he would sing in some uninhabited places in the future, because if the whole world listens to his singing, why go to those who are worried?

I think he is right. But I don't agree with him. It's just that he doesn't care about my opinion.

After he left, I haven't seen him again. Even after a long time, I haven't heard of his name. I can't tell whether I'm sorry or lucky, or I knew it was the result from the beginning.

I want to be remembered by others, but I don't want to be regarded as exaggeration.

Because I don't want people who remember me to forget me.

In fact, I have another question. I have never known what his name means. In the end, I took the name of the tower as a story.

If a person sings by himself, the person who hears will have heaven and earth besides himself.

But if a person wants to sing to many people, the person who hears is not only no one else, but I'm afraid he doesn't even have himself.

I don't know where he will go, but I don't think he will stop.

Neither will I.

We are just passers-by in life. Maybe I remember, maybe I don't remember, maybe I want to look back, maybe I don't think about it, but I can only go forward.

After a long time, the wind eye told me a poem.

I am a cloud in the sky,

Occasionally projected on your wave heart——

You don't have to be surprised,

There is no need to be happy——

It was wiped out in an instant.

You and I meet on the sea at night,

You have yours, I have mine, direction;

It's okay for you to remember,

You'd better forget it,

The light of each other at this meeting!

She said that this poem is called Accident, and life is composed of countless accidents.

I nodded and was silent. I think it was indeed an accident, but what I felt at the beginning was that an ideal bloomed in the empty desert.

It is unforgettable.