Some people say that when you grow up, your dreams will disappear on their own.
But Qixu always felt that it had just been turned down by life.
After graduation, she left Shaoxing and worked in a small cafe in Dongmen, Chengdu; Chen Yusheng stayed in Chengdu and became a children's music teacher. They run around for rent, bills and three meals a day during the day, and at night they carry keyboards and basses on their backs and sneak into underground bars in the corners of the city, giving their last bit of energy to music.
Later, in order to share the rent, they met again on a rent-sharing website.
Damp basements, leaky window sills, musical instruments that have been repaired repeatedly, convenience stores after finishing work in the early morning, and the refrigerator is always filled with expired milk and half a box of leftover curry rice. Life smoothes their ideals bit by bit, and also teaches them bit by bit that the so-called growth never means giving up love.
The stage is so small that there are only a few scattered audience members; the world is so big that countless people's dreams can sink silently.
But there is always someone willing to press the keys again when everyone is asleep.
They are not there to be.
I'm just afraid that one day I won't even be able to hear my inner voice.
Purpose: We will eventually understand that growth is not a victory about compromise, but a long exercise in self-honesty. Life will repeatedly question the value of love, and the world is accustomed to measuring everything by results; but there are always some things that should not be defined by efficiency, income, and applause. I hope that everyone who still insists on creating, persisting in loving, and insisting on being themselves in ordinary life can believe that ideals do not need to be great, and they do not need to be proven. They only need to remain unquenched over the long years.