CH 2

Chapter 2: The Last and the First

On the dance floor, the demons who were venting their excess energy gradually quieted down as the music fell, and they scattered back to their seats.

At the same time, Yan Lu also walked onto the stage with a wooden guitar.

As one of the famous noisy bars on Dongsan Street, Nine Colours, manic music is the standard, and the small clear stream of self-playing and singing is the tune that the blueberry bar next door can play.

Therefore, his appearance on stage attracted the attention of a small group of people, and soon the laughter became a piece.

There was even some noise that was not too big, “Go down! Go down!”

One wave is higher than another, but it is a situation that has never happened in the nine colours.

Brother Tong, the bar owner, stood on the side of the stage with his arms folded, his brows wrinkled into the word ‘Chuan‘.

As a singer who has been singing here for four years, Yan Lu has a good voice, but he can’t play with his personality, so he has no future. That’s why he feels very good about his decision to go back to his hometown.

For the last song, he hoped that he would finish it well, but in this situation, he couldn’t help but wonder if this Yan Lu was going to do something.

Qi Ming was a little frightened watching from the side, and he all wanted to pull Uan Lu up to the rescue. After all, little beauties are still quite popular.

At this moment, Yan Lu had already adjusted his state and signalled that the sound engineer could stop the music.

Then he looked at the crowd that was still making noise in the audience and said, “Hello everyone, my name is Yan Lu. I have been singing in Nine Colours for four years, three months and twenty-nine days. Today is my last day here.”

Unsurprisingly, after this passage, instead of being quiet in the audience, the laughter became louder, and many people who didn’t care about it before joined in.

For another person, I’m afraid that my legs are soft at this moment, so I have to run away in a hurry.

But in Yan Lu’s case, he was a person who had seen the wind and waves, and he couldn’t get his eyes on this small occasion.

So, he just continued: “Next, I will sing my last song here, and the first song I am about to start, “Old Boy”.”

The voice fell and the melody rose.

In the laughter, although the sound of the wooden guitar was transmitted everywhere through the audio, it was completely covered by the sound.

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That’s the person I miss day and night I deeply love.

How should I express it, will she accept me?

Maybe I’ll never say that to her

I am destined to wander the world, how can I be concerned?

Dreams are always out of reach, should I give up?

It’s another season for flowers to bloom and fall, where are you in spring?

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With a twenty-eight-year-old body and a forty-year-old soul, Yan Lu’s singing has all the emotions, experiences, successes and failures of the two worlds.

Using the simplest and purest voice, he sang a complex mood that ordinary people simply could not appreciate.

In front of him, there are still colourful pillars of light, like a fickle life, with ups and downs.

Under the stage, the people who had been coaxing before had gradually quieted down in the singer’s infectious singing.

Occasionally, a few were still mocking and disdainful, but the corners of their cocked mouths slowly brought out a touch of bitterness, and finally they swallowed the wine.

Because, in the lyrics that are so smooth that they are almost flat, they are the memories of youth that everyone has had.

In the corner, a middle-aged man suddenly raised his head from the mobile phone screen, his eyes were full of disbelief.

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Youth is like a rushing river

Never come back, it’s too late to say goodbye

Only the numbness is left. I don’t have the blood of that year.

Look at the flowers falling all over the sky

Withered at the most beautiful moment

Who will remember that this world has been here before?

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A trace of sadness slid across the corner of Yan Lu’s mouth，

In the lowered eyes, it belonged to his loneliness and loneliness.

At the age of twelve, he had no parents and grew up alone. Although he occasionally had relatives to take care of him, after all, his relatives were different. Due to his personality, he basically broke off contact when he went to university.

In the next four years of study and work, it seemed that the hard work along the way was to live a personal life.

Now he remembered that the goal of his initial efforts was just to give the girl he loved a solid arm.

But I don’t want to. The more I fight, the more I can’t let it go. The more I can’t let it go, the more I value it. Fame and fortune are greater to him than everything else.

So much so that when he turned his head one day, the girl was no longer there, and she became the bride in the arms of others, smiling happily.

At that moment, he lost the whole world but he didn’t know it. He stayed up late and worked overtime, worked hard, had no friends, no brothers, and only the word ‘work’ was left in his life.

The funny thing is that at the end of the year, his superiors asked him to write a New Year’s message, and he actually wrote ‘Don’t forget your original intention and move forward’!

The beginning of the heart! I have forgotten it a long time ago, who will remember it?

And the self who has forgotten his original heart, what is left in the original world?

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In the blink of an eye, many years have passed, how many clutch sorrows and joys

I used to be a young man from all over the world, envious of the geese flying south.

The figures of each rushing forward, hurriedly drifting away

Where is the future? Who will give me the answer?

The people who accompanied me at that time, where are you now?

The person I once loved, what does it look like now?

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The lighting on the stage had long been replaced by the lighting engineer with a hazy but clean and pure moonlight, outlining Yan Lu’s figure holding the guitar.

The white shirt and jeans belong to the youthful sunshine of the big boy, but they are a lonely shadow on the ground.

In the audience, the noise of the guests had already disappeared, and everyone listened in silence. Many even lay on the table, watching the liquid in the wine bottle ripple in the moonlight, and fell into contemplation.

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Did your original wish come true?

Do you have to pay homage now?

Let the years dry up your ideals, and you will never find the real me again

Look up at the sky full of stars

The one that accompanied me at that time

Do you remember the story here?

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Yan Lu hadn’t cried for a long time.

A man who has tears does not move lightly, not to mention that he is actually forty years old, so he has long forgotten what it feels like to cry.

However, when the song was sung here, a tear slipped from the corner of his eyes, crooked under his face, leaving a shallow wet mark.

He didn’t know whether the tears belonged to the 28-year-old Yan Lu who was waving goodbye, or to the 40-year-old Yan Lu who was smiling and saying hello.

In the corner under the stage, the middle-aged man with incredible light in his eyes had already been soaked in tears at this time.

The other people who were surprised with him didn’t know what to do.

Someone wanted to ask out loud, but as soon as he was about to speak, the middle-aged man got up abruptly and headed towards the stage, take a big step.

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Life is like a ruthless carving knife, changing our appearance.

Will it wither before it blooms? I have a dream.

Youth is like a rushing river

Never come back, it’s too late to say goodbye

Only the numb me is left, without the blood of that year

Look at the flowers falling all over the sky

Withered at the most beautiful moment

Who will remember that this world has been here before?

Did your original wish come true?

Do you have to pay homage now?

Let the years dry up your ideals, and you will never find the real me again

Look up at this starry river

The one that accompanied me at that time

Do you remember the story here?

If there is tomorrow, bless you dear

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It’s a song, and it will always be sung to the end.

However, when the last note fell, the entire bar was quiet and no one made any sound.

Even Brother Tong, the owner of the bar, had a slight fever in his eyes at this moment, and it was almost impossible to control himself.

Who has no youth?

Who’s youth is not wanton publicity, not obsessed with death, not desperate to the end.

Some people succeed, some fail, some compromise, and some hit the south wall without looking back.

Some people get what they want, and some people lose their love.

Each of them is an eyewitness, a witness, and a loser in the battle of youth.

So at this moment, none of them can break free from the emotional vortex that the song has rolled up, and they can only get deeper and deeper.

Nine Colours, one of the most lively bars on Dongsan Street in Huajing City, today ushered in the most full but quiet day since its opening.