The replay continued.
This was House 034, Block 12, Baijia District, in the outer suburbs.
The little shadow could only play with her phone for ten minutes a day, so she only chatted with the netizen called South City's Flowers Have Bloomed on the song forum.
They told each other their identities.
He was a bone cancer patient.
She is a small shadow,
The patient said that he admired her very much and liked to listen to her talk about the bottom of the sea. This made the little shadow inexplicably happy, and she also encouraged him to recuperate.
Until one day, the patient sent a message. It was a picture of a needle placed on the arm vein.
[I might not be able to make it anymore. Can you use my name to compose a piece of pure music?]
Looking at the picture, the little shadow fell silent. For the first time, she felt the meaning of the word [Life is unpredictable]. She replied,"Okay."
And at this moment…
The people watching the bullet comments all knew.
This little shadow had the seed of a rising star in his heart.
At least she knew what music was for.
The scene continued.
And at this moment…
The little shadow received a voice message from [Flowers Have Bloomed in the South of the City]. It was the vocabulary he was humming.
[I hope it's this tune]
Silence.
Everything should return to silence, and there would be no more noise.
The little shadow was a little nervous and excitedly opened it.
At this moment, she was not confident in herself. She was worried that she would let this person down before he died. However, that person's voice sounded,
It was very hoarse and ethereal, as if he was in the open air, humming softly into his phone.
It sounded neutral.
Snow in March
Heaven and earth in the south of the city are white
When the prelude hummed, the voice was like the early winter wind, blowing at a young man alone. His voice was hoarse, desolate, and lonely, carrying a hoarse echo.
An image appeared in front of the small shadow.
A patient was lying on the bed and looking out the window. He was still very young and did not want to die.
He had many dreams. He wanted to go to the south of the city and see the flowers bloom.
However, this could only turn into a song that dissipated with the wind.
However, no one would remember that in these bitter and lonely years, there was such a young man muttering to himself.
The small shadow closed its eyes and entered into its emotions.
The singing continued.
That person was sending it paragraph by paragraph…
Waning flowers fall at night
Wild grass buried in the snow
Deep in the snow, there is still love
Spring can finally come
When these four sentences come,
Whoosh.
As she listened, for the first time, the little shadow's eyes were filled with tears.
The voice was full of youth and sadness. It was so clear that it was unforgettable.
However, it was because he was too young that he was filled with a faint sadness. The aura of being close to death and being reborn made the lonely and cold melody reach its peak.
In the small shadow's mind,
She could clearly see a young man looking at this vast world. His voice was sorrowful as he said,"I haven't blossomed yet. The others haven't seen the light I emit. I'm still a white pigeon in a cage."
He wasn't upset, he just sighed at the fickleness of fate.
However, the more he sang, the more sorrowful he became.
"Thank you!"
"I know the meaning of music!"
"I heard the melody, I know the melody!”
At this moment, the small shadow wiped her tears. She could not help but think of the sad melody. She had deeply engraved it in her mind.
Meanwhile, Little Shadow's good friend, the patient named [Flowers Have Bloomed in the South of the City], was still posting.
In this dark night,
Under the moonlight,
The small shadow abandoned its worries about the piano skills, leaving behind a firm and extraordinary light.
Because now, that person's voice message was extremely beautiful.
It whistled and attacked,
I'm so sad.
May you always be well
The flowers in the south of the city have bloomed
Ah...
Have you ever heard of sadness? Or rather, the sound of a needle falling on the ground. It was a very light sadness because what that person experienced made one feel cold even to the bones.
It was under this kind of thinking that the talent for piano was unlocked.
The nervousness from before vanished, leaving only a firm heart.
This was the first replay.
In the bedroom, the little girl, who was holding the flip phone and listening to it in a daze, had a determined look in her eyes.
No one would have thought that she would become a pianist because of a patient's humming…
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