Lonely Brave
He loosened his hand.
Chen Mu put down his pencil.
He reviewed the half-finished draft again.
He looked at the music score on the staff and gently hummed the lyrics.
"Walking alone in the dark alley for you…"
Lonely hero.
Chen Yixun released a single in 2021. Once it appeared, it immediately became popular all over the country.
The lyrics moved people's hearts.
The entire song explained the definition of a hero.
Those who were covered in dirt were not necessarily heroes, and those who stood under the light were not necessarily heroes.
What was a hero?
In the past.
Chen Mu still remembered the comment below the song.
The anti-drug police officer said," If I don't come back one day and you happen to see an unnamed monument, don't doubt it. Maybe it's me."
When she saw the story of the drug enforcement officer.
Chen Mu immediately thought of this song.
The anti-drug police.
It was a profession worthy of everyone's respect.
When he was alive, the anti-drug police went through life and death. In peaceful times, he was accompanied by death every day.
After his death, he was worried that the drug dealers would take revenge on the surviving families of the drug enforcement officers based on the names of the tombstones. The tombstones of the dead drug enforcement officers were nameless.
This was a hero.
He was willing to sacrifice himself to save the lives of others.
Protect the country and uphold justice.
If these people were not worthy of being called heroes, then the others were even less worthy.
Hence, he decided to do it.
Chen Mu was tempted to write this song.
This was his most serious moment.
The old phone was not working well, so he decided to give it up and return to the most ancient way of writing, the staff, and handwritten lyrics.
One note after another appeared in Chen Mu's hand.
The beats were arranged on the staff.
It was squarish and upright.
All of them represented Chen Mu's seriousness in writing.
"They say, bring light and tame every monster
They said,'You have to sew up your wound, no one loves a clown.'”
Chen Mu hummed along with the staff.
A moment later.
After making sure that he didn't remember any of the characters or tones wrongly, he leaned over the computer desk again and continued writing.
The small regular script continued.
He hummed the lyrics.
Chen Mu couldn't help but think of many scenes.
The police had helped Chen Mu's family twice to tide over the difficulties and donated a month's salary.
The nurses and doctors in the hospital.
He also treated the mother and son meticulously.
The homeroom teacher in the school treated Chen Mu to lunch every few days, but he never asked Chen Mu to pay his debts.
This time.
During the cover.
It was also the homeroom teacher who was the first to tip Chen Mu. As a teacher in a public school, Chen Mu's homeroom teacher did not earn much money and had to take care of his family.
The homeroom teacher still had a few children to raise, and the expenses were not small. With 100 yuan, the homeroom teacher could buy seven or eight catties of pork to improve the food at home.
Did she really have to donate money to Chen Mu?
Obviously not.
Vivid images appeared in Chen Mu's mind one by one. Chen Mu's writing speed became faster and faster. Musical notes were continuously formed under his pen, and neat words appeared one by two.
The security guard downstairs was conscientious and liked to feed the kittens and puppies.
A neighbor who was warm and cheerful and often helped Chen Mu and her son.
The strict yet gentle homeroom teacher.
The doctors and nurses in the hospital did not refuse to treat Mother Chen because of her poor family background. Instead, they often treated Mother Chen and Chen Mu kindly.
Which policeman was willing to donate a month's salary and always had a bright smile on his face?
She had raised Chen Mu all by herself and loved him dearly. She could have gotten a second marriage at the age of 20, but she never did. She worked hard, but at the age of 40, she was like a 60-year-old Mother Chen...
It was too much.
Unknowingly, Chen Mu had already stopped writing.
He regained his senses.
He looked down at the music score.
On the exquisite staff were jumping notes. The squarish and neat small regular script was the foundation that supported the jumping of the notes.
Who said that standing in the light is a hero?
Chen Mu added the last line of the lyrics to the music score and revealed a relaxed smile.
It was done!
Examining the music score and lyrics.
Everything was perfect and there were no mistakes. It was quite troublesome to write a staff by hand.
After all, writing a staff by hand was creating a melody.
In music, the melody would repeat itself in a loop of tens of seconds.
If he was not careful and the notes were wrong, the entire song would change.
"Dang dang dang."
Someone suddenly knocked on the door.
Chen Mu returned to his senses and put down the score.""Come in, Sister Jian Jia."
The entire villa.
Only the two of them lived here. No one would come to knock on his door except for Li Jianjia.
"Little Mu."
Li Jianjia opened the door and walked into the room, her tone a little guilty.
Chen Mu didn't see her Weibo.
She went upstairs alone.
He hadn't come down even once in half an hour.
She was now worried that Chen Mu would get angry again, angry at the haters, or angry at her for not allowing him to see Weibo.
"What's wrong with Sister Jian Jia?"
Chen Mu saw Li Jianjia's strange expression and asked guiltily,""Did something happen?"
Li Jianjia laughed awkwardly." It's nothing. I was just worried that you would be angry because of those comments or because I didn't let you see Weibo."”
"I've already taken a look at my phone. There's nothing to be angry about.”
Chen Mu shook his head.
Li Jianjia thought about it and was speechless.
He had forgotten that Chen Mu had his own phone!
Why didn't this child come out to play?
He didn't expect that he would actually read the post himself!
"Are you really not angry?"
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