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A very long yet very short period of time

There's no going back now.

The time that has long passed

The train ticket in my hand is gradually becoming blurry.

It became a signal of memories

Time is fleeting, but it is also merciless.

It can make you forget everything you think is beautiful, and it can also make you remember all the pain.

Over these long years, I've experienced countless relationships and encountered many wonderful strangers.

From nothing to something, from something to being pirated, in the long and short span of life, it's hard to use a few words to explain the past in the story, those bygone times and the past. Can you not change them, and can you not change them?

The only witness to memory may be a blurry train ticket from when you left or arrived.

It's a simple yet powerful way to prove whether you've left or still exist.

Life is that simple; sometimes it seems chaotic, sometimes it seems broken and helpless.

Stories often happen without us even realizing it. In reality, few people really care about things that are irreversible; it's just that things in our memories are hard to erase.

I'm not worried about not being able to forget you; I'm just worried about not being able to forget the habit.

Xu Fan's singing voice is melodious, and every lyric seems to tell a story.

The scenes in the story seem simple, yet they also seem very long; the past in the story seems calm, yet it also seems very turbulent.

The peaceful past may change in the morning or evening.

The lyrics to this song are beautiful and short.

The passage of time is like the executioner of memories and time itself, constantly punishing itself with a blood-stained knife.

This has nothing to do with fear or not; it's simply a fantasy about real life and enjoying society.

No one dislikes dreaming, but compared to dreaming, more people prefer the future of success and the memories of the past.

However, most people's past memories may only include one old street.

I can't remember the exact time, the year, or the month anymore.

You might remember the meaning of some of the things you said, but not the specific words.

Life often makes us selectively forget some unimportant things when we reminisce, even if those things were extremely important to us at the time.

Time is long and cruel, and reality is helpless and vicious.

When Xu Fan sang this song again, he felt the memories in his mind slowly resurfacing from the depths of his mind.

Just like he said to the people around him, "I just want to sing you a song."

Whether or not it relates to you, this song is truly meant for you to hear.

So regardless of the expressions of the people around him, he continued to sing the second half of the chorus of the song earnestly.

The voice was gentle, yet it lingered for a long time.

I don't know what I can't forget; I can't remember what I looked like back then.

A place I can neither see nor go to; perhaps the charm of that old street is my sorrow.

The smile on my lips grew increasingly forced; I don't even know what I can't forget.

Unable to let go of familiar moments, I look back and realize that many years have passed.

Looking at the sky through your fingers

I returned to that old street, leaning against you as I walked further and further away.

Get the perfect music system at the start

===Chapter 526 Before Going Home===

Xu Fan didn't know what kind of methods and ideas singers in that world used to write such catchy songs.

It's like telling a story, or perhaps describing the helplessness one feels after encountering certain things in life.

As we pass through certain stages of life, there are things we forget, things we can't remember, things we can't forget, and things we don't even know what we can't forget.

Actually, many things in the story are inexplicable. What you cherish now may seem ridiculous in the future.

Just like some things from childhood, which seemed interesting at the time, now evoke different feelings.

I can't recall the scenes from the past, what I or my friends looked like back then, and now I can't remember them at all.

Life and reality will help us grow, to forget what we have already forgotten, or to clarify what we are about to forget.

Perhaps the old street we walked through, seemingly long and narrow, or alleyway, reflects the joys and sorrows we experienced in our childhood.

When we were little, we loved to fantasize and look up at the distance.

I like to stretch out my finger and squint at the sky.

As we grow older and time goes by, the smiles on our lips begin to appear increasingly forced.

The stories we tell, sometimes good, sometimes bad, seem irrelevant to the present.

Looking back at those past scenes and fragments of memory now, I realize that they have been gone for a very, very long time.

If time could turn back, you and I in the story would gradually separate, then disappear, and drift further and further apart.

We don't know what we might forget, because if we did, we would definitely want to remember it more clearly.

We don't know what we've forgotten, because those things have been forgotten and no longer exist.

Some people say that parallel worlds really exist.

Xu Fan should be the biggest believer in this theorem because he possesses a system, a magical system, a system from another world of morality.

If parallel worlds don't exist, then where do all those great songs come from?

Some say that each possibility is a parallel world. For example, if I forget the person I once loved most, then that is one world.

For example, if I haven't forgotten the person I loved most, then this is another parallel world.

We live in the same world, yet we are parallel and never intersect.

I may forget you here, or I may still miss you in another world.

We don't know what we'll remember or forget, but we've both loved, and perhaps that's enough.

Xu Fan stopped playing the guitar. He paused quietly, but his mind was filled with countless thoughts.

When the singing stops, it's over.

Xiao Pu started clapping, and her younger sister Pu Sihan joined in, shouting loudly, "Brother Xiao Fan is so amazing! It sounds so good!"

Liu Sisi, standing beside her, also said earnestly, "It sounds so good! Old street, old street, the past is the past, is that what it means?"

Liu Hao glared at him from the side, clapping as he said, "You think you know so much? Didn't you see that Brother Fan has already started to ponder, recalling things he's forgotten?"

Liu Sisi snorted and said, "What nonsense! Anyway, I think it sounds good."

Liu Hao said seriously, "It's not like anyone says it doesn't sound good. I think it sounds good too."

As he spoke, everyone applauded, including Xu Fan's two other cousins, expressing their deep affection for him.

Xiao Pu looked at Xu Fan and said, "Did you just write this?"

Xu Fan shook his head and said, "No, it's just my first time singing."

Xiao Pu nodded and said earnestly, "It sounds really good, and it has a great artistic conception."

Xu Fan smiled slightly, and Liu Sisi, who was standing next to him, stopped clapping and looked at Xu Fan, saying, "Brother Fan, sing another song, we want to hear more."

Liu Hao chimed in, "Yeah, Fan Ge, sing another song!"

Immediately, his two other cousins ​​also stepped up to encourage Xu Fan to sing again.

Xu Fan thought about it and figured he had nothing else to do, so he agreed.

Then he started singing again, singing "Sorrow," "Your Answer," and several other songs, which made the people around him very happy.

Xu Fan even sang with a few others, naturally singing songs that everyone liked, such as "Old Boy," "In the Spring," and even "Homesick."

Anyway, Xu Fan then led his younger siblings in a singing session that lasted for several hours.

Of course, they weren't really singing all the time; occasionally, a few of them would play cards, and the ones who lost would continue singing.

After all, even if Xu Fan could manage to sing alone, his voice wouldn't be able to take it.

Time passed quickly, and gradually the night sky appeared, with stars twinkling.

Someone found the house, and Xiao Pu's parents told the two sisters to go back.

The two felt somewhat regretful and helpless, but ultimately did not linger. Xiao Pu looked at Xu Fan earnestly and said, "Remember to call me when you return to Zhonghai."

Xu Fan said, "Don't worry, I'll book the tickets."

Xiao Pu left, and before he left, his younger sister Pu Sihan stared at him and said, "Brother Xiaofan, remember to come and see Sihan!"

Xu Fan nodded seriously and agreed.

Watching the two figures walk away, Xu Fan felt inexplicably melancholy for some reason.

Behind Xu Fan, Liu Hao and Liu Sisi pulled him onto the sofa with a snap.

Liu Hao said, "To be honest, do you like Sister Siqi?"

Liu Sisi glared at Liu Hao and said, "You know perfectly well what I'm asking. Isn't it obvious? You should ask Sister Siqi if she likes Brother Fan."

After saying this, Liu Sisi looked at Xu Fan, who shook his head.

Liu Sisi said in surprise, "That shouldn't be the case. She seems to like you too, and Sihan also said she likes you."

Xu Fan said with a helpless expression, "When I shook my head, I meant I didn't know."

The two of them naturally didn't believe it, but it seemed there was no other way.

They started chatting again.

For the next few days, Xu Fan lived a fairly good life, but because of his current status, he stayed in Liu Hao's bed and basically didn't go anywhere else.

Of course, I also occasionally visit my maternal grandparents and chat with them.