Being sick at home with nothing to do, I sent an empty text message to Yuan out of boredom. Yuan replied: "Isn't it true that you can watch Faye Wong every day at home? Don't you also have times when you're bored?" I laughed and responded with what I had said before: "You don't know how lonely a sick person can be. Of course, I watch Faye Wong every day, but being sick is something that happens naturally." After pressing "send," I was reminded that the message failed to send and automatically saved it in the drafts folder. Never mind, I deleted the draft from the drafts box while applying medicine with a bad taste onto my hands, continuing to watch Faye Wong.
Li Yapeng is such a lazy person, his blog updates are as slow as a snail climbing a grapevine. If he were half as diligent as Old Xu, this title of "the Best Blogger in the World" might have changed hands. Not for any other reason, just for Faye Wong, these millions of her fans would probably crash Li's blog. The other day, Li gave an interview where he expressed his hope for Faye to be a virtuous wife and mother at home. This statement really irritated me, so I directly posted on the forum saying I started disliking Li Yapeng. Someone asked why, but I was too lazy to reply, thinking in my heart: Why wouldn't you, huh?
Chatting with a close friend on QQ, I cursed him in a fit of rage. But deep down, I clearly knew that if he really passed away, the blow to Faye would be significant. It's rare to find such a perfect marriage, so I shouldn't let them live peacefully. How selfish I am - I sighed again on the forum. No one paid attention to me.
Organizing pictures, I saw a folder labeled "concerts," filled with images related to Faye's concerts. A sense of regret immediately surged up. Since liking Faye, I've been dreaming of attending one of her concerts someday. Dreamed about it for a long time; whether Faye will return or if my dream will remain a dream depends on these prerequisites. Faye was closest to me in 2000 when she performed in Chongqing. Unfortunately, at that time, I only cared about trivial matters like how many fried chicken wings I could eat for lunch or if the girl in front of me liked me, not paying much attention to the word "concert."
By the time I realized its significance, it was only a year later, but the distance had become insurmountable, as if thousands of mountains and rivers separated us.
She told me recently that she has been listening to "Fan Tian" nonstop, listening to only this song all day. I said that I haven't listened to her songs for a long time, even fearing to listen to them. When I typed this sentence, I immediately thought of mahjong. She once told me something similar. At that time, I was curious, how could one be afraid? Now, it's not strange at all; truly, one can be afraid.
During the Yanran Charity Dinner period, the radio played "Angel" every day. Not the cheerful "Angel," but Faye's old song from 13 years ago, warm and comforting, "Angel." A friend even excitedly asked me if Faye Wong released a new song called "Angel," which sounded pretty good. However, he felt she had undergone some kind of transformation. When I told him that this song already had a history of 13 years, his expression was very strange.
Will there come a day when the music industry experiences several changes in leadership, when I am older but still call myself young, and when I tell people around me that I like Faye Wong, their expressions will be just as strange?
The world is vast, life is long, and one must share it alone.