So I will protect myself for you.
I will also risk my life for you.
The first half of the sentence, the second half of the sentence.
I remember them all.
…
In the final scene, at the end of the semester, the school held a New Year's Day party.
Shen Xue finally appeared in this scene as the protagonist.
She wore a gorgeous white dress, went on stage and performed a swan dance.
One after another, dazzling young people walked onto the stage, singing, playing instruments, or dancing. The spotlights shone on them, and at that moment, they seemed to be the protagonists of the world.
The 17-year-old Su Mingan sat below, looking at his peers who were dazzling on the stage as if they were in a distant world.
"Dude, aren't you great at playing the piano? Why don't you go up?" Bolong sat next to him.
"...The performance costumes are too expensive, and I don't like sitting under the spotlight." Su Ming'an said, he moved his feet, and the stitches on his torn sneakers were clearly visible.
"But there are certificates for participating! And small gifts, I heard they are umbrellas and thermos cups."
"Thermos?" Su Mingan thought of Uncle Zhao. Uncle Zhao's thermos broke a long time ago and he had been reluctant to buy a new one.
"And there's a free performance session at the end. You don't need costumes, you can just go up and perform!" Bolong urged, "Don't miss it. You're amazing!"
The 17-year-old Su Mingan knew his limitations very early on - he couldn't pursue his dreams, couldn't think too far ahead, and the most important thing to do was to find a stable job and cover his family's medical expenses.
As for becoming a full-time artist, a freelancer, or a game anchor... these are all things that are out of reach. A hobby is a hobby, but a hobby cannot be used to make a living. A child from a well-off family can pursue his dreams, but he cannot afford the cost of failure.
But at this moment, a spark touched his heart.
With Bolong's encouragement, he stepped onto the stage.
Compared with other students, his torn sneakers were particularly eye-catching.
Sitting at the piano, he put his fingers down and the first note sounded.
Then, the melody flowed throughout the auditorium like sweet red bean paste.
Moonlight, moonlight.
The light fell on him, like the clear moonlight when his mother cut her wrists that night.
The dream came true at this moment. He seemed to be floating on the clouds, dazed and leisurely. Everyone was looking at him.
A black and white flower grew in the barren heart.
It was like a fragile dream.
"You play very well..." the students whispered to each other:
"It turns out he's so good at piano, he should apply to music school."
"Oh my god, which class is he from? I never noticed him before..."
After the fragmented sounds, the last note ended and the applause rang out like thunder and lasted for a long time.
The moment he stepped off the stage, he fell back to reality from the clouds.
A music teacher came over enthusiastically, repeatedly emphasized his talent, and told him the benefits of choosing music, but he still refused.
Dreams are a glittering banquet, but once the clock strikes twelve, reality does not allow him to dream.
Today he is dazzling and the center of attention. But tomorrow, everything will return to normal, and he will continue to move forward on the fixed path of life, studying, taking exams, taking certifications, going to work, commuting...towards a future that can be seen at a glance.
Finally, there was a dance party.
The boys and girls paired up and danced ballroom dance.
Many people have found dance partners. At this time, a female student in a white dress walked up to Su Mingan.
Her black hair fell delicately on her shoulders, her collarbone was white, and she was adorned with a beautiful little white rabbit pendant. She was like the most beautiful princess under the lights, attracting the envious gazes of countless people.
The dark eyes are like a pair of shiny glass beads.
"…MAY I?"
She held out her hand to him, bowed slightly, and blushed slightly.
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