The stage of the 'Old Place' tavern was shrouded in dim lights, like a layer of sweet honey.
Gu Luo sat on a high stool, his fingertips lightly resting on the guitar strings, his knuckles rising and falling gently with his breathing.
He was wearing a simple white shirt with the cuffs rolled up to his forearms. The light cast a faint shadow on his focused profile.
"The song's title is 'Tangible Wings,' and it's dedicated to my sister, Xiao Xiao."
In a brief introduction, when the fingertips plucked the strings, the guitar prelude flowed out like water, and each note had just the right temperature, instantly quieting down the noisy pub.
Hearing this, most customers were slightly stunned.
Writing to your sister?
Does this mean it's a new song?
Some female customers who knew Gu Luo were already excited.
"Gu Luo's new song, record it quickly!"
"He sang the song 'Medal' that's been going viral online lately."
"I'm so lucky! I have to get an autograph later!"
“…”
At this time, the guitar prelude ended, and Gu Luo sang softly into the microphone:
"This journey has brought joy and sorrow, right and wrong..."
His voice was clear yet a little hoarse like a teenager, like the early autumn wind blowing through the wheat fields, carrying healing power.
Tangible wings...This is the song that Brother Gu Luo wrote for me.
Tang Xiaoxiao was sitting in a wheelchair in the audience, staring at the figure on the stage with her big eyes unblinking. Her long, curled eyelashes trembled slightly in the warm light, and she even breathed lightly for fear of disturbing the singing.
Tang Xu, Tang's mother, and Li You sat next to her, while Li Zhu, Li Yinchuan, and Shen Qingling sat in other booths. All the customers' eyes were focused on the center of the stage, and the sounds of clinking wine glasses and low conversations gradually faded away.
“…Sometimes, I also feel a little tired.”
The singing sounded in Tang Xiaoxiao's ears, and her fingers slightly grasped the hem of her skirt.
Really tired.
Every time I did rehabilitation training, I had to try my best, struggling in front of one instrument after another, sweating all over but still unable to stand up; lying in bed at night, I was too uncomfortable to sleep, and could only bite the quilt and cry secretly, and the next day I had to smile and say to my parents, "Come on, come on."
This kind of tiredness is hidden in the bones, even breathing is filled with heavy fatigue.
You can only persist, persist, and persist again.
In the end... dragging down the entire family.
The body is tired, and the mind is even more tired.
Gu Luo's fingers danced on the strings, and the melody gradually became higher with his emotions.
He leaned forward slightly and closed his eyes, as if he was telling someone his secrets. The collar of his shirt shone in the light.
Li Yinchuan's expression in the audience was even more complicated, and it was difficult for him to take off the mask of pain; Shen Qingling's hand supporting his chin stopped in mid-air; Tang's mother, who was feeding Tang Xiaoxiao fruit, slowed down her movements and followed the boy on the stage with her eyes.
At this moment, everyone's mood and expression are different.
"...For a moment, I doubted everything around me."
Tang Xiaoxiao looked at Brother Gu Luo, her eyes feeling slightly warm.
Her past was filled with doubts every moment.
She wondered if she would be confined to a wheelchair forever, and whether those promises of "getting back on track" were just solace. Why could other children run in the sunshine, but it was so difficult for her to even stand up?
During that time, every time she saw her classmates running past the window with their backpacks on their backs, she would hide behind the curtains and secretly shed tears, as if a piece of her heart had been hollowed out.
Later, I left school completely, and gradually, my doubt turned into despair.
"...Invisible wings, carrying my fantasy, fly over despair to find hope."
Gu Luo's voice suddenly rose, carrying the power to break through the darkness, and the guitar strings were plucked more and more forcefully.
Tang Xiaoxiao's eyelashes trembled and her vision gradually blurred.
She had fantasies too.
I imagine that I can throw away my wheelchair, spread my wings like a bird, chase butterflies in the park, step on puddles after rain, and hug the children who bring the wind when they run past.
These fantasies were like the invisible wings hidden in her heart, quietly supporting her from falling in countless moments of despair.
The singing continues.
“…”
"us......"
"In one word..."
“…Sometimes, I also want to shed some tears.”
The warm liquid finally slid down Tang Xiaoxiao's cheek.
She finally couldn't hold it in any longer. She had accumulated so many tears over the years, the tears she had held back with gritted teeth in the rehabilitation room, the tears she had pretended to be strong enough to hold back in front of her parents, and the tears she had secretly wiped away on countless lonely nights. Now they all came out with the song.
It turns out that shedding tears is not a sign of weakness, it’s just emotions that have accumulated for too long and need an outlet.
Gu Luo's eyes inadvertently swept across the stage, and seeing Tang Xiaoxiao's red eyes, he softened the pressure of his fingertips, and a few more gentle comforts were added to his singing.
He swayed his body slightly, and the light on his hair danced.
Tang's mother's eyes were already red, and she reached out to quietly wipe away her tears. Tang Yu held her hand, her fingertips trembling slightly. Looking at her daughter crying, her heart ached and softened - this child finally didn't have to pretend to be happy anymore, and could finally cry freely.
“…”
"...Invisible wings carry my fantasy, passing through despair and finding hope."
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