"It was too dark inside the barn to see, but from the outside he could see a hole in the wall that had been fixed with a board and a few nails. He found a stone and knocked out the nails, removed the board, and crawled in to find it."
"When he and I crawled out of there, we found that both his hands were bleeding from hammering nails. Since then, I've been afraid of being alone in a dark room. If I sleep alone at home, I always turn on the night light."
"That's great!" Yao Xian'er said in a somewhat obsessed tone, then immediately reacted and explained, "I'm not saying that it's good that his hand is bleeding, I'm saying it's great to have a friend like this."
"By the way, are you still in touch? He must be very happy now that you've become a big star, right?"
"He...he, he died a few months ago."
"Oh, sorry, sorry, I didn't know." Yao Xian'er waved her hands in the dark.
"It's okay. In fact, sometimes I often feel as if he hasn't left. And I have figured it out. Although he is gone, he must hope that I can live a happy life. Because if it was me who left, I would also hope that he could live a good life. So now, although I still think of him often, I am no longer sad."
Yao Xian'er grabbed Yan Zi's hand, patted it, and said, "So your first album, 'Saying Goodbye,' which you wrote the lyrics for and Feng Xiaoyun composed the music for, was dedicated to him, right?"
"Well, I don't know if there really is another world, and I don't know if he actually heard this song."
"Don't worry, you sang so well, he must have heard it."
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