Chapter 88

Shu Ya faces the stage again, adjusts his mood, his face is full of calm smile, and the elegant accompaniment of the piano is circling in the air.

The microphone is lifted slightly, and a trace of affection is brushed in Shuya's dark eyes. The past can't be repeated, but it will still be remembered in the brain, like poetry, painting and song.

"In a hurry that year, we said it several times and delayed it after goodbye. Unfortunately, who has ever loved is not an eloquence on seven emotions..."

Shu Ya has sung this song many times since she got it. Whether it's practice before recording or careful polishing after recording the album, she sings every word and every note with her heart. She has some stories, some emotions and some painful but unforgettable memories that only she can understand.

Shuya has a slender figure and stands in the center of the stage. Her voice is ethereal. This is the first time Han Mo listens to Shuya singing in this body. The memory of the original owner enriches his brain again, and warmth keeps pouring into his heart.

"If you can't see red again, can you still blush, just like the beautiful rumor of being together forever in a hurry that year..."

Shuya's eyes are red. She doesn't remember the last time she cooperated with Han Mo, about seven years ago in the summer? In the piano room of Sunan Conservatory of music? Or at home by the river in southern Jiangsu on a rainy afternoon.

She has always resisted meeting Han mo. even if it is essential to pay for the child's living expenses or pick up the child at his home, Shuya also asked Peng ye or Zeng Ying to work on her behalf, so that she doesn't want to see Han Mo's decadent appearance. She hopes that the image of persistent dream, optimistic life and sunshine can be retained in her heart forever.

Han Mo's slender fingers rise and fall one after another on the black-and-white keys. The sound of the piano is crisp, hazy and gentle, sometimes soothing and sometimes turbulent. A staff member hid in the corner, facing the piano box with a microphone, and the beautiful notes continued to float in the air through sound waves.

He learned to play the piano with his father from the beginning of his memory. Being beaten because he didn't meet his father's standard has almost become the most common reason for the original owner's childhood experience of being beaten. In addition, he inherited his parents' musical talent, and his piano performance is natural.

"We deserved to fall in love that year, because we didn't understand the stubborn promise, just the preface of breaking up..."

Shuya didn't look at the audience and was completely immersed in her own world. The lingering love and the secluded thoughts of her youth. How many years have she been young, but she can't leave forever.

The first time I heard this song "hurried year", it was the guitar version of Han Mo playing and singing by herself. She had not listened to Han Mo singing for a long time. Instead of singing to everyone, she just sang to her.

Today she is also singing. She sings to only one person in her heart. The world seems to have been quiet, time seems to have been static, there are only two people, only the same story, only the year in a hurry.

The spotlight hit Shuya, making her white skin more radiant. She was singing and singing her story. For the first time, standing on this stage, it was also the first time that she was on the same stage with the people in the story. They were warm in those years, and they are worried now

"If the past is still worthy of nostalgia, don't let go of the past grievances too soon ~ who is willing to do this, without hanging or holding each other ~ we should owe each other, otherwise, why should we cherish our memory..."

"We want to owe each other, we want to break our ties."

The piano gradually weakened and finally dissipated in the air.

Shuya slowly took away the microphone, smiled and tears flashed from the corners of her eyes.

Everyone was so fascinated that every word and sentence was infected by Shuya's sincere emotion. They were listening to other people's songs and recalling their own stories. Although the lyrics were not long, they were like a movie. They were in front of them bit by bit. Before they calmed down, the singing had ended.

The whole scene was suddenly quiet for two seconds, as if someone had pressed the pause button. I don't know who first came out of the memory of interwoven smiles and tears and took the lead in clapping. The whole audience applauded, one after another.

Zhai Xu was also stunned. Just like the "seven emotions" sung in the song, even if he struggled in the entertainment circle, forgot his original intention, lost edges and corners, and was no longer kind, how could the "seven emotions" not have been touched, never mentioned, never found, and tried to suppress and restrain.

He slowly raised his arm and clapped for Shuya, very hard, and for his own sake.

Meng Si also clapped his hands hard. It was perfect. He knew that the song was written by Han Mo, but he didn't pay attention to it later. Today is his first time to listen to it and feel it on the scene for the first time. His emotion was driven by Shuya involuntarily.

He clapped his hands for a while, as if he thought of something. Suddenly he leaned back in his chair and put his hands around his chest. "This smelly boy has gone to work for others for free. What good has that crazy woman Peng Ye given you, hum." Meng Si squinted. He asked Han Mo if he had accompaniment music. Why did Han Mo suddenly play the piano by himself.

Although you can't see who is playing the piano under the stage, the whole piano is blocked behind by the curtain. You may only see it standing on the stage. But Meng Si knew the truth and thought carefully. Through some details, she soon found that Shuya was standing on the stage before singing. Her mouth looked like what she was going to say, but suddenly the piano rang. She looked back and didn't say anything.

And Han Mo didn't come back for so long, and there was only a piano accompaniment. Meng Si knew that Han Mo could play the piano. At once, he thought that it must be the boy who accompanies others.

How can our artists work for others for nothing? Meng Si didn't want to think about it here. He made a small calculation in his mind and wrote it down first. Later, he must find Peng ye to ask for this favor back. He burst into laughter again.

After Han Mo finished playing, he thanked the staff who helped him get the microphone, and then left the backstage silently.

At the end of Shuya's singing, she waved goodbye to the music colleagues who applauded her and left the center of the stage slowly. The first thing she thought was to say thank you to Han mo.

But when she came to the piano, there was no one there.

Shu Yayu's eyelashes drooped and touched the piano keys with residual temperature. At the moment of touching, her fingertips retracted slowly. Suddenly, it seemed like thinking of something. She raised her head, stepped on high-heeled shoes, gently lifted her long skirt and ran back to the stage.

High heels made a rapid noise when they stepped on the marble floor. The dark backstage corridor was very long. Suddenly, footsteps came from the front.

Shuya stopped, her hands drooped slightly, and the lilac skirt fell naturally.

She took a breath, her dark eyes were full of expectation, and the figure was getting closer and closer. She swallowed her saliva and silently repeated the most familiar name in her heart. The moisture in her eyes had not completely receded, and looked more hazy and crystal under the dim light.

Suddenly

"Shuya?"

Shuya heard her name, the voice from afar. Her heart, which had been violently undulating, sank, instantly put away all her emotions, lifted her two free drooping arms slightly and gently pulled off her skirt.

After an instant of adjustment, Shuya smiled again, "sister Peng, my trophy is in Xiaofang. Help me get it back later."