How much weight does a promise from an eighteen-year-old boy carry?
Yi Mu thought Yi Tai was just saying it casually, but he didn't expect that this kid would actually achieve such outstanding results.
When Yi Mu received Yi Tai's call, his voice was unusually cheerful.
“Our youngest brother is really amazing. When I was your age, I studied very hard and that’s how I got such good grades.”
Yitai liked it when Yimu spoke to him in that doting voice; it sounded like the gentle older brother he used to have when he was a child.
"Brother, you promised to come to my graduation party, you haven't forgotten, have you?"
"What do you take my memory for? Is it tomorrow?"
Yitai hummed in agreement, then said mysteriously, "Brother, I have a surprise for you tomorrow."
Yi Mu didn't say anything; he just hoped this surprise wouldn't be a shock.
Given Yi Tai's academic performance, it's easy to imagine how much money his family had to sponsor the school to get him into the prestigious high school.
The graduation ceremony was held in the school's auditorium, and Yi Mu was seated in the row behind the school leaders.
Initially, he was placed in this position because he was the parent of a student who had made outstanding contributions to the school. Later, he was placed in this position because he was the parent of an honorary graduate.
The speaking skills of principals of key middle schools are no different from those of principals of ordinary middle schools; they all deliver lengthy and elaborate speeches.
Less than twenty minutes after Yi Mu sat down, Yi Tai sent him a text message.
Yitai told him to ignore that bullshit, pointless speech and go to the playground.
The playground is 200 meters from the auditorium. Yi Mu walked there along the tree-lined path.
Looking around, the playground was completely empty.
Yi Mu stood there for a while, then turned around and was about to leave.
Suddenly, singing came from the playground.
A deep male voice hummed a tune, and after the intro, began to sing a captivating love song.
It's a song I've never heard before; it's probably something I wrote myself.
Yi Mu doesn't understand love songs, but he unexpectedly understood the emotions expressed in this song.
One person is always looking at another, just looking, without having the opportunity to express their own feelings.
He was anxious, frustrated, and lost.
The first half is somber, but the music gradually becomes more upbeat in the latter half.
It's like finding someone you've always admired, figuring something out, no longer feeling lost, and becoming resolute.
Imu knew who was singing.
With exceptional intelligence, a great singing voice, and handsome looks, a child like this would have an incredibly promising future if he followed a normal path.
As the last syllable fell, Yimu looked up and saw Yitai leaning on the railing, leaping down from the high platform.
Yi Mu saw the boy's hair flying in the wind, and a smile on his still somewhat childish face. Yi Tai was like a gentle breeze, blowing joyfully towards him.
"elder brother!"
Yi Mu stood still, smiling as he watched Yi Tai breathe softly.
"You wrote this song yourself?"
Yitai scratched his head sheepishly.
"I've been pestering this guy in the club for half a month, revising and revising, and he finally finalized the draft yesterday."
Like an ordinary older brother, Yi Mu patted his head.
"You did well on the test this time. What gift would you like?"
Yitai shook his head solemnly, "Let's not talk about this. Brother, do you know why I asked you to come to the playground?"
Yi Mu's smile remained unchanged.
Yitai noticed that Yimu, who rarely smiled, seemed to be smiling at him all day.
He thought Yimu's smile was very handsome, reminiscent of something he remembered.
"Our school has an unwritten tradition: if you like someone, you call them to the playground, play a love song, and then confess your feelings."
The boy's eyes held such cautious anticipation as he held a key in his palm.
"Brother, I've formed a band with some friends. Here's the key to the practice room. Will you come and hear me sing?"
Sometimes, a vow or confession doesn't require kneeling or a ring.
A key is also the key to making a decision.
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