And faded Christmas cards
I'm afraid you've already forgotten the song I wrote for you when I was young.
"Mom, why are you crying?"
Lili is a mother of two children. When she heard these lyrics, tears welled up in her eyes.
She returned to her room and opened the drawer, which was full of unsent envelopes.
For eight years, all her letters were addressed to him. The only letter she opened was carefully folded and placed in her wallet.
The yellowed letter paper exudes the lingering flavor of time, and every word is like a needle, piercing the heart.
"Honey, I'm going to be discharged from the army and come home next month. I'm sorry I couldn't be with you to give birth to your child. I love you."
The flowing water not only took away the stories of the years, but also took away the man she had been waiting for.
When Helian Bei sang this song, he also remembered a lot.
There are pains and there are joys.
The first time he sang on stage, his hands were still sweating when he recalled that scene.
The first time someone gave him flowers, he could definitely say that it was the happiest moment of his life, because he was finally recognized.
First time releasing an album, first time filming a movie, first time winning an award, first time performing on the Spring Festival Gala, first time achieving a Grand Slam...
His life was full of ups and downs. Looking back, he realized that he had so many proud and happy times.
More than pain, more than regret.
He sang so tenderly, not to remind the audience of the regrets of not getting what they wanted, but to let them feel relieved after looking back on the years.
Tang Yue turned her head and saw a crystal teardrop sliding down from the corner of Luo Chen's eye.
He sighed inwardly. No matter how time changes, there is always a place in his heart where flowers can no longer bloom.
Time has never taken away his longing and regret.
"I haven't even had the chance to say thank you to you, but I'm telling you, I'm doing great now, I'm awesome, and I'm one of the best male artists of the younger generation in the country.
Did you see it?
He shook his head, but his heart gradually calmed down because of Helian Bei's guitar sound.
…
Ye Kongqing looked up suddenly. She couldn't remember when she forgot to play.
It seems like I just heard this song start.
She really didn't know what Zhou Yiyang had been through to be able to write such lyrics.
She hadn't felt this way for a long time. Because of a song, she thought of that person, his silly yet persistent look. She thought of the silly smile he had on his shoulder while holding Su Yin.
"Time is unforgiving, but it also waits for no one." Ye Kongqing placed her hands on the guzheng and played the first song she had ever played for him.
…
Pei Le's live broadcast room was filled with crying at this moment. He glanced at the barrage of comments, which had turned into a collection of sad and regretful stories.
The girl I liked went to study abroad, and our four-year relationship ended.
Some of them miss their muddled yet vibrant student days.
I am living a good life now, but when I recall the bad times in the past, I feel filled with emotion.
Pei Le didn’t understand musicality or technique, but he knew that a song that could evoke so much emotional resonance must be a good song.
The audience below the stage were still immersed in their own emotions and stories, but Helian Bei on the stage stood up.
The photo happened to be taken at this time when he last performed on stage.
The time of a song, just like the fleeting years, slips away unknowingly.
"Thank you for listening to this song," Helian Bei said. He rarely interacted with the audience after singing. Many people looked up in surprise. "Some stories may have been buried in the years, but we still have time to write new stories."
There was another round of applause.
Su Yin and Tang Yue both stood up and shouted Helian Bei's name like crazy fans.
Zhou Yiyang was also applauding. It was a good idea to let Helian Bei's song serve as the ending of the annual ceremony.
At this moment, Guan Fei suddenly grabbed Bai Yangyu's hand:
"Me, we can't have too many regrets, otherwise it will be just like what the song says. Lao Bai, I like you."
Zhou Yiyang suddenly felt that he was a little redundant.
The TV station staff all cheered happily. They never thought they would witness such a good show while working on the show.
At this time, Bai Yangyu's old face turned red. Facing Guan Fei's straight ball, he had to make a clear response.
Perhaps it was the song just now, or perhaps it was the subtle companionship, he held Guan Fei tightly with his backhand, and said affectionately and haltingly:
"I, I want to write the story of the rest of my life with you."
Helian Bei probably never imagined that just because he sang a song, his agent, who had bad luck in love, would actually find a girlfriend.
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