Chapter 1137 The Story of Time Restaurant, the song is called "Those Bygone Years" The atmosphere in the private room suddenly became quiet.
Wang Yueheng did not immediately agree or refuse.
His gaze swept over the walls of the private room, where the class schedule was written in chalk, and the old schoolbags hanging in the corner as decorations.
And the potted plants on the windowsill.
Then he looked at Lin Wei and asked a seemingly unrelated question:
"Brother Wei, I'm curious, why did you decorate the restaurant in a campus style? And is there a special story behind it?"
This question seemed to touch a chord deep within Lin Wei.
His smile gradually faded, and his eyes became somewhat distant and melancholic.
He paused for a few seconds, picked up a chopstick from the table, and unconsciously twirled it in his hand before slowly saying, "This restaurant... is actually a memorial to a person, or rather, a time... that can never be returned to."
He looked up at the decorations on the wall and fell into a reverie:
"When I was in high school, my grades were terrible, and all I did was play all day. The girl who sat in front of me was called Xiaojia. She was the top student in our class. She was pretty and had a lovely voice. I liked her a lot back then, but I felt that I wasn't good enough for her and didn't even have the courage to talk to her."
"Sometimes she would turn around and ask me to borrow an eraser, or ask me if I knew what class was next. Those were the happiest moments of my day. I secretly vowed then that I would work hard, make something of myself, and then confess my feelings to her openly and honestly."
Lin Wei gave a wry smile: "But the gap is too big. She got into a very good university, while I... didn't even get into a decent school. Later, she went to study abroad, and we gradually lost contact. When I finally felt that I had achieved something and wanted to inquire about her, I found out that... she had already gotten married abroad."
His tone was filled with deep regret: "Sometimes I think, if time could turn back and I could go back to that classroom in high school, I would definitely not waste my time. I would definitely study hard for her and for myself."
"At least... at least I won't lack the courage to even speak up, and I won't let this relationship never even have a chance to begin."
"So, I opened this 'Time Classroom'."
Lin Wei looked around, his eyes filled with sorrow and complex emotions. "I want to preserve that memory, and also give those who, like us, harbor regrets in their hearts, a place where they can temporarily 'return to the past' and entrust their longing. If... if I could have another chance, I so wish I could go back to that time, wait for her after school, and just say one word to her..."
Lin Wei's voice lowered.
The innocence and regret of a summer campus in northern Taiwan, long forgotten, permeated the small private room.
Jay Chou and Vincent Fang remained silent, clearly for the first time hearing Lin Wei recount this past event in such detail.
Wang Yueheng listened quietly.
Lin Wei's story is like a key that unlocked a treasure box containing a certain melody in his mind.
Looking at the genuine regret in Lin Wei's eyes, and then at the symbolic "classroom," he roughly made up his mind.
Instead of directly answering whether he would write a song, he looked at Lin Wei and asked softly, "Brother Wei, if there were a song that could help you sing the words you didn't finish saying to the girl in your memory, what do you think?"
Lin Wei suddenly raised his head, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes, thinking he had misheard.
"Yue Heng, you...you mean right now...you have a song that's perfect for our restaurant?"
After his initial surprise, Lin Wei couldn't help but ask.
Jay Chou and Vincent Fang exchanged a surprised glance.
Although I know that Wang Yueheng is exceptionally talented and has an astonishing creative speed.
But after hearing the story, how can one immediately create a song that resonates with their feelings and is of high enough quality to carry such a deep and affectionate memory?
Isn't that just too... fantastical?
"You can give it a try."
Wang Yueheng didn't explain further, he just smiled gently.
His gaze fell on the glass partition, then fell on the black grand piano in the corner of the lobby on the first floor.
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