Yesterday is not today

17

"Brother, you are here."

"Well, how is your health recently?" Yan Chengli put down the fruit in his hand.

"It's okay," Gu Yuan looked at the fruit, "ah, I don't like grapes, what should you do if you buy so many and spoil them? Shao Ling doesn't eat grapes either." He glanced at Yan Chengli sadly.

Yan Chengli froze for a moment, remembering that the one who likes to eat grapes is no longer here.

He forced a smile: "It's okay, just throw it away if you can't finish it, it's also good to add some vitamins."

"Well," Yan Chengli pointed to his right waist: "Does your kidney still hurt?"

"It won't hurt anymore, Shao Ling said that he is recovering very well." Gu Yuan smiled, but immediately stopped smiling: "Is there still no news from brother?"

"..." Yan Chengli smiled wryly: "You are still the same as when you were a child, you only call for your brother every day."

"You don't know, big brother, I am very worried about him." Gu Yuan closed his eyes and recalled the past: "I was very clingy to him when I was a child, and I listened to him in everything. Although he loved to bully me, he never allowed others to bully me. I, even my parents got angry, and he protected me from being beaten."

"Also," seeing that Yan Chengli was listening seriously, he couldn't help emphasizing his tone: "Brother, I always feel that he doesn't want to live."

"Brother, he is not doing well, right? He always likes to lie to me, I saw... He has a lot of wounds on his body, very strange wounds... When we took a bath together, I helped He rubbed his back, there were strange scars all over his body, my brother and I both had scars, and those scars were accumulated over the years, both new and old." Gu Yuan choked up a little as he spoke. : "You said that my brother worked in that kind of place before, and those injuries were..."

"Stop it," Yan Chengli covered his eyes: "Stop it, Xiao Yuan, stop it... ok?"

It was as if his heart had been pierced by countless sharp knives, cut out bloody, and cut into pieces.

The throbbing pain made him unable to breathe normally. He breathed shallowly, and Ajiu's countless wailing seemed to ring out in his ears.

His cries for help, his cries, his begging for mercy.

Just like that day, like him begging for mercy, like him begging.

Also like he didn't stop.

Countless people used to force him and hurt him like this.

He may not have said it, he may have called it out loud.

He said, please, let me go.

However, no one will pity him, let him go, or save him.

Little by little he sank into the mud.

And he, he could have pulled him out very early on, before he was completely corroded, but he didn't.

"You don't know, brother, he doesn't want to live anymore. That day, when he said he was going to buy lunch... when he said goodbye to me, he was very... very peaceful." Gu Yuan recalled the look in his eyes .

He was very peaceful, very calm, as if he had no worries or regrets, just thinking of that look in his eyes made Gu Yuan feel flustered.

"Don't think too much, Xiao Yuan, I'm going to the company." Yan Chengli couldn't hold on any longer.

——Brother, I have news about Gu Jiu, he seems to be singing in a bar called "Old Man".

--okay, I get it.

Yan Chengli didn't know why Ajiu didn't leave the city, was he unable to leave because of his status?Still waiting for yourself?

Ajiu was wearing a familiar striped shirt and shorts, and a pair of white sneakers. His hair was cut short, looking capable and refreshing.

He was sitting in the corner of the bar, snuggled up against the phono seat, holding the microphone upright with both hands.

He didn't yell very hard, but he just casually matched the accompaniment guitar, and he was already astonished. He sang slowly and hoarsely:

I've been out on that open road

I've been walking this desolate road for a long time

You can be my full time, daddy

father you are my everything

White and gold

platinum heaven

Singingblueshasbeengettingold

Humming the yellowed blues

You can be my full time, baby

you are my everything

Hotorcold

either cold or warm

Don't break me down

please don't make me sad

I've been entravelin' too long

i'm tired of wandering

I've been entering too hard

i have tried my best

With one pretty song

cling to a wonderful old song

I hear the birds on the summer breeze,

The summer breeze brushes my cheeks and I hear the sweet song of the birds

IdrivefastIamaloneinthenight

Riding the wind in the lonely night, galloping free

Beentryin' hard not to get in to trouble,

I've been trying my best not to get myself into trouble

but I've got to warn my mind

but i can't help it

So, I just ride

so I keep wandering

……

……

Don't leave menow

Please do not leave me

Don't say goodbye

不 要 告别

Don't turn around

don't turn away

Leave me high and dry

make me cry

He sings: I am tired of wandering.

He is like an angel wandering in the world, but he can't find the way back to heaven. He is lost in the world, and he prays in his heart that he can go back one day.

In the ambiguous bar, everyone is desperately looking for a little comfort in real life, but his singing is so sad, but it seems to transcend all sorrows in his sorrow, hope emerging from despair, he sings It is his heart.

Yan Chengli was in the corner, never leaving his eyes.

When he finished singing, the guitarist also stopped playing, and there was a burst of whistles and prolonged applause in the bar, and even a woman who was very close to him presented him with a bouquet of red roses.

He took the flowers, kissed the back of the lady's hand in a gentlemanly manner, and bowed a big bow to everyone.

He is really happy.

Yan Chengli thought so.

Maybe, I shouldn't bother him.

He thought, it might be the best choice to just sit like this and leave secretly when the yearning recedes a bit.

But fate always does not play cards according to common sense. Ajiu returned to the singing stage and whispered a few words to the guitarist, and then walked into the crowd.

He got closer and closer, and he was about to walk in front of him.

Yan Chengli clenched his hands tightly, suppressing his heart that was about to jump out of his chest.

Ah Jiu stood in front of him and said, "Hello, my name is Gu Jiu, and I am the resident singer of this bar."

Yan Chengli was stiff all over, with a secretive expression.

Ajiu continued, "Is it convenient to get to know each other?"

Yan Chengli stood up from the corner, and stretched out his hand. His hand was very wide, and he held his slightly smaller hand. In just a short moment, Gu Jiu had already pulled away his hand.

"My surname is Yan, and my name is Yan Chengli."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Yan." Gu Jiu showed a very bright smile, just like before.

Yan Chengli seemed to understand Gu Jiu's meaning in an instant.

He wanted to get to know him again.