At this moment.
Without pausing for long, Su Chen spoke again.
"I always like to smile at cold people ~"
"The people on the shore all have irrelevant expressions on their faces ~"
"There's no nostalgia in the human world ~"
"Everything will dissipate into smoke…"
What he was most afraid of was understatement.
As Su Chen's breath circulated, he slowly sang. There was no accompaniment, but the atmosphere was extremely low.
He seemed to be talking tirelessly.
In fact, the emotions contained in it were thick and greasy, like pieces of cement with gravel, smearing them one by one, blocking everyone's hearts.
The ashes scattered into the sea, the unabashed discussion of life and death, the world without any nostalgia…Between the lines, there was a great sense of oppression and depression.
At this moment, the students.
Their palms were covered in sweat, and they felt their chests tighten.
He tried his best to take a deep breath, but it was as if he was filled with countless sponge. There was only a small gap to maintain his breathing.
The audience in front of the screen held their breaths and stared at the live broadcast room.
No matter what they were doing just now, they all forgot what they were doing. They only felt an inexplicable feeling churning in their hearts, like a huge black fog enveloping them.
Everyone was trying their best to control their emotions.
Little did he know that it was already too late.
On the camera.
Su Chen set up the erhu. The desolate and tragic strings of the erhu cut through the sky.
His voice was low and hoarse, as if he was crying.
The strings of the zither that seemed to be broken and connected were like light clouds floating in the air, but also like the ups and downs of life.
Everyone felt as if they had grabbed at the air, and they sank to the bottom of the sea along with their last life-saving straw. They no longer had the chance to breathe!
For a moment, the pressure and grievances in life surged into his heart.
One by one, they sank to the bottom of the sea and were drowned by the world.
On the subway, at the bus stop, in front of the food carts, in the rented house, on the dark bench downstairs…At this moment, countless people could not stop their tears from flowing down regardless of the occasion.
It was said that an adult's breakdown happened in an instant.
When the goose word returned, the moon was full in the west tower. Su Chen's erhu made everyone's heart break.
"You said you would send me off with a suona. 555, why are you using an erhu?”
"When I heard this, my tears instantly fell!”
"When I think of the bills that I will never be able to pay and the days of chicken feathers on the ground, I also want to embrace the sea and let everything dissipate into smoke!”
"I shouldn't have clicked in. You said you were going to cure him, but why are you depressed?!”
"I was smoking on the balcony. I smoked half and the wind blew half. I chased the wind and fell to the bottom of the sea.”
"Brother, don't take things too hard! If you have a weak heart, I advise you not to listen to Su Chen's songs!”
It wasn't just the netizens in the live broadcast room who were crying out in pain. The comments on the bullet screen were getting more and more emo.
At this moment, in the classroom.
The students, who were already living under the pressure of not being able to breathe, felt as if they could see themselves in the song.
When she saw Su Chen on the stage, her ears were filled with the sound of the erhu. She could not help but feel a lump in her throat and her eyes turned red.
Sadness, grievances, pressure…all of them burst at this moment!
One by one, the students burst into tears.
"I don't want to take music lessons anymore, sob…"
"The college entrance examination is in less than a month, and I don't know anything yet.”
"I haven't even dated yet, and high school is over. It's too tragic!”
"The college entrance examination is really tiring! I'm really about to be torn apart by the pressure.”
Everyone had their psychological limits.
In the hearts of the students.
On the surface, he was immersed in studying the night battle, but in fact, his heart was already overwhelmed.
Everyone only looked at the young man's arrogance and the blazing sun.
Who knew if the sweat on the youth's back was sweet or bitter?
He thought of his countless pens that had run out of ink, the stacks of papers that were like mountains, and the nights that no one knew about.
The taut string had long been pulled to a thin and soft state, and it would break at any moment.
Perhaps on a certain morning, perhaps on a certain night…Su Chen's song directly broke this fragile string that could not bear the burden.
For a moment.
In the small self-study room, wailing and wailing sounds could be heard everywhere!
……
On the curb of a certain street.
He Ling sat by the roadside, leaning against the food cart.
She held her phone in her hand as she cried.
"Sob, sob, sob. Su Chen's erhu is simply too suitable for the occasion. I suddenly feel that it's really not easy to be a small peddler.”
"It wasn't easy for a few customers to come, but they all ran away. The pot was burnt, and the shoes were lost…"
"I just want to earn some money. Is it easy?”
Listening to the wind whistling past her ears and the whimpers coming from the live broadcast room, He Ling instantly felt the same way.
Originally, he just wanted to experience the novelty and joy of a normal class.
However, he did not expect it.
This stall owner was in a much more difficult situation than he had imagined.
Selling more or less depended on luck, and they had to avoid the city enforcement officers everywhere, running around and having no fixed residence.
However, this was the entire source of money for the vendors.
Thinking of this, He Ling's heart felt stifled.
It's already so difficult for me to just experience it, but those peddlers who really rely on setting up stalls to make a living have to do this every day.
Life wasn't easy. Who would want this?
……
In the kitchen of a hotel.
Listening to Su Chen's singing in the earpiece, Reba sniffed and ate while crying.
There was no other reason.
That sorrowful voice…was too depressing!
"Sister Hot Bar, this dish…didn't you add chili?”
Seeing Reba's face covered in tears, the kitchen staff carrying the dishes was shocked.
Why did she cry after tasting the hot food? If someone saw this, wouldn't they think that we were bullying her?
Seeing the worried kitchen staff, Reba quickly wiped his tears. Little did he know that after wiping his tears from the left side, they flowed out from the right side again. He couldn't wipe them all.
Reba had no choice but to cover his mouth with his swollen eyes.
"No, no, the taste is just right! Wuwuwu…It was too fragrant, really!”
The kitchen staff was dumbfounded.
He looked at the dish in front of him and then at Reba, who was crying in a mess.
F * ck, did the head chef secretly go to study?
He could make a hot dog cry just by cooking?？
……
In the small, stuffy studio.
During the break.
Yang Mi pushed open the creaking window and leaned against the window. The warm wind blew in and wrinkled the tears on her face.
On the table by the window, the sound of singing came from her phone, making her recall the difficult times in the early days of her business…
If Su Chen was singing about himself, then Yang Mi was also listening to her own story.
If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight.
Countless hardships and tears had created the current top superstar in front of the screen and the 4.5 billion worth of the Queen of the World.
At this moment, Yang Mi.
She changed into a lace dress that was specially designed for filming.
She wore two fishnet stockings on her legs.
She turned around and looked at Su Chen, who was engrossed in singing on her phone. Her heart seemed to have been touched by something.
Perhaps it was a similar experience, or perhaps it was the same feelings.
After a long time, he slowly opened his mouth.
"Su Chen, oh Su Chen, at a time like this…"
"Will you choose salvation or continue sinking?”
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