It was a little quiet.
Many people would never have thought that this song would appear in such a mood.
When the Ghostfire youths were racing and cursing each other in the dilapidated streets of the slums,
When the drunkard knocked on the wrong door, Fang Sheng cursed, and the two families fought,
In a small dilapidated room.
Yu Ye gently guided his daughter on how to practice bel canto.
He exerted his strength.
Qi said,
Resonance.
As for the small shadow, it was as if the door of talent had been opened. The prelude song was sad and beautiful in the childish voice, giving people a kind of illusory beauty, but it made people intoxicated.
At that time, Yu Ye in the picture was no longer a peerless beauty. Instead, he had the vicissitudes of time. Because of his illness, he always took a large number of inferior drugs to suppress the pain in his brain.
He was sickly pale and always coughing.
However, whenever he saw Little Shadow sing the song, he would encourage her from the bottom of his heart.
"The lyrics written by Xiao Shuying are really good."
"I knew it. My daughter is the best. If your mother heard this from the sky, she would definitely be very happy.”
"You have to finish writing this song well so that many people can sing it. That way, you can see your mother.”
Every lonely night, Yu Ye would smile and say to his daughter,
Every word was carved into the heart of the little shadow who was not even four years old.
He made her subtly influence him, making her brain think that this was the prelude that he had created.
Every song, every verse, was created by him.
For example, he created the first sentence while looking at the sky under the dark night.
He saw that there were no stars in the big city, and he saw stars in the slums. He thought of the second sentence,
Her mother had transformed into a worm that had broken out of its cocoon and taken flight. She thought of the third and fourth sentences.
Because she wanted many people to remember her mother, she created the fourth sentence.
In the memories of Little Shadow, he had created the prelude of this song logically, methodically, and clearly.
His father seemed to be standing at the edge of the room and watching quietly.
At the most glorious moment of this song,
He just watched.
He did not say anything.
——
"Why?"
"Why?"
At this moment, under the dazzling lights on the stage,
Yu Shuying stood there, but her voice was complicated and louder.
She did not understand.
She also understood why she always felt that this song was created by herself. When she was young, her father had subtly let her immerse herself in it.
But why? Why didn't she sing?
With her father's looks in the past, she would also be popular.
The male host Hai Tao's eyes lit up. He quickly said sharply,""First, it's because your father is sick. He's seriously ill and can't support the time and energy to become famous!”
"The second is that your image is more suitable for being famous, so he might want to use you to make you famous and create a genius girl. In the end, he didn't expect you to be a real genius and break your father's conventional calculations!”
After the male host, Hai Tao, finished speaking, many of the audience members in the front row agreed.
The female host also said in a mocking tone,"Your father had a good plan, but he didn't expect you to be a true genius!”
"And the reason why he didn't dare to sing it was because he could only compose this one song, and this song was left behind by your mother!”
"That's why your father doesn't have any talent. He's afraid that he'll be exposed later!”
After the two hosts 'rational analysis,
The audience nodded in agreement.
Because Yu Shuying said that after the age of four, Father Yu seemed to have changed into a different person. He taught little Shuying very harshly and was completely flustered and exasperated.
Moreover, Father Yu did not show any so-called talent after that, which further proved that the two reporters were right.
The real genius was Yu Shuying's mother.
The woman who left…
Many female netizens started to analyze the situation on the bullet screen.
"The first true genius is Lady Liu. She has absolute talent and left behind an envelope!”
"The envelope is probably the content to nurture the child. In the end, it opened up the talent of the small film and inspired the life of the small film!”
"No wonder Liu shi left. Such an intelligent and stunning woman would definitely not be willing to follow a man like Yu Ye who was about to die of illness!”
"Sigh, poor little Shuying. According to her growth trajectory, if she had followed her mother, she might have grown even more amazing!”
Many people were sighing crazily. There were a lot of bullet comments, and the current popularity had exceeded two million.
.......
At that time,
In the last row, at the very end, on the cheap seats.
"Ahem." Yu Ye coughed twice and took out a tattered handkerchief to cover his mouth.
What he spat out was a dark brown blood clot. He didn't pay much attention to it and just wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His clear eyes didn't age after being deprived of time.
Even though there were many wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, the light in his eyes was still gentle and amiable. It made people feel as if they had seen him for a hundred years and saw his peerless beauty in the past.
A young man with a dragon's eye was flying like a swan.
He seemed to be a little tired. Looking at the envelope and the small shadow humming a song in the picture, he did not know when tears flowed out of his eyes.
He smiled and thought of Lady Liu.
When she left, she took the money with her, leaving only the debt account book and a small shadow.
Nothing else was left.
That memory was too bitter. It had been sealed in the depths of his memory. Now that it was opened again, he felt as if he had experienced that painful cycle of time again.
However, when he saw his daughter on the stage,
He was radiant again, sitting upright. He had forgotten all the tragic memories in his mind, leaving only his warm eyes.
She looked at him deeply.
He wanted to forever remember his daughter's elegance at this moment in the last warmth of his life.
He didn't care about the whispers and mockery in his ears.
This had nothing to do with the loss of life.
He was a transmigrator, the loneliest transmigrator.
At this moment, he only wanted to reconcile with his daughter at the end of his life.
That was enough.
It was as if he had returned to the dilapidated orange hut of the past.
The father and daughter depended on each other.
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