Almighty Star Daddy

Shu Ya faced the stage again, adjusted her mood, her face was filled with a calm smile, and the elegant piano accompaniment hovered in the air.

The microphone was slightly raised, and Shu Ya's ink-colored eyes flashed with a hint of affection. The past could not be repeated, but it would still be recalled in her mind, like a poem and a picturesque song.

"How many times did we say it in a hurry that year, and then delay it after goodbye~ It's a pity who has it? It's not a love affair, the eloquence on the seven emotions..."

Shu Ya has sung this song many times since she got it. Whether it is the practice before recording or the careful polishing after recording the album, she sings every word and every note with heart, some stories, some emotions , some painful but unforgettable memories that only she can understand.

Shu Ya is slender, standing in the center of the stage, and her voice is ethereal and jumping. This is the first time that Han Mo has heard Shu Ya sing in this body. The memory of the original owner re-fills his brain, and warmth keeps pouring into his heart. .

"If goodbye can't be red-eyed, can you still be red-faced, just like the beautiful rumors that were hurriedly engraved in that year and will be together forever..."

Shu Ya's eyes were red, she couldn't remember the last time she cooperated with Han Mo like this, about the summer seven years ago? In the piano room of the Sunan Conservatory of Music? Or in the rainy afternoon, at home by the Sunan River.

She has always resisted meeting with Han Mo. Even if it was necessary to pay the child's living expenses or pick up the child from his home, Shu Ya asked Peng Ye or Zeng Ying to do it for her, just because she didn't want to see Han Mo's decadent appearance. She hoped that he would be right The image of persistent dreams and optimism about life can be kept in her heart forever.

Han Mo's slender fingers rose and fell on the black and white keys, flowing like clouds and flowing water, the sound of the piano was crisp, hazy and gentle, sometimes soothing and sometimes turbulent. A staff member hid in the corner, facing the piano box with the microphone, and the beautiful notes were continuously scattered in the air through sound waves.

He has been learning to play the piano with his father since he could remember it. Being beaten for not playing the piano up to his father's standard has almost become the most common reason for the original owner's childhood beating experience. In addition, he has inherited his parents' musical talent, and his piano performance is natural. .

"The year of falling in love deserved it, because of us in a hurry, I don't understand stubborn promises, it's just a preface to breaking up..."

Shu Ya didn't look at the audience, she was completely immersed in her own world, the lingering love, the faint thoughts of separation, how many years of youth, not leaving but never giving up.

The first time I heard the song "The Year in a Hurry", it was the guitar version of Han Mo's self-playing and singing. She hadn't heard Han Mo sing for a long time, not for everyone, but only for her.

Today, she is also singing, and she only sings to one person in her heart. The world seems to have been quiet, and time seems to have stood still. There are only two people, only the same story, and only the passing year.

The spotlight hit Shu Ya, which made her fair skin even more glorious. She was singing, singing her own story. It was the first time that she was standing on this stage, and it was also the first time that she was with the people in the story. A stage, they were warm back then, and they miss at this moment...

"If the past is still worthy of nostalgia, don't let go of the past too quickly~ Whoever is willing to be like this, we have nothing to do with each other~ We have to owe each other, otherwise why should we cherish the memory..."

"We're going to owe each other, we're going to be disconnected."

The piano sound also gradually weakened, and finally dissipated in the air.

Shu Ya slowly took the microphone away, smiling, tears flashing from the corners of her eyes.

Everyone was so fascinated by it. Every word and every sentence was infected by Shu Ya's sincere emotions. They were listening to other people's songs and recalling their own stories. Although the lyrics were not long, they were like a movie, and every bit of it was in front of you. , The singing has already ended before he slowed down.

The whole scene was suddenly quiet for two seconds, as if someone had pressed the pause button. I don't know who walked out of the memories intertwined with smiles and tears first.

Taking the lead in applauding, the audience applauded thunderously, one after another, one after another.

Zhai Xu was also stunned when he heard it, just like the "Seven Emotions" sung in the song, even if he was struggling in the entertainment industry, he forgot his original intention, lost his edges and corners, and was no longer kind, but how could there be no "Seven Emotions", just never Touched, never mentioned, never noticed, just tried to suppress and restrain.

He slowly raised his arms and applauded Shu Ya one by one, very hard, and also for his own hurried year.

Meng Si also followed and clapped his hands hard. It was perfect. He knew that this song was written by Han Mo, but he didn't pay attention to it anymore. Today was the first time he heard it, and it was the first time he felt it at the scene. Driven by Shu Ya.

He clapped his hands for a while as if thinking of something, and suddenly leaned back in the chair, wrapping his hands around his chest, "This stinky boy, he actually went to work for others for free, what did that mad woman Peng Ye give you? It's good, hum." Meng Si curled his lips in disapproval, he asked Han Mo at the time, if there was any accompanying music, why did it suddenly become that Han Mo played the piano by himself.

Although it is impossible to see who is playing the piano under the stage, the entire piano is blocked by a curtain, and it may only be seen when standing on the stage. But Meng Si knew the truth and was very careful. Through some details, she soon discovered that Shu Ya was standing on the stage before singing, and her mouth seemed to be saying something, but suddenly the piano rang and she looked back. After a glance, he didn't say anything.

Moreover, Han Mo hadn't come back for so long, and there was only a piano accompaniment. Meng Si knew that Han Mo could play the piano, and immediately thought that this kid must be the accompaniment for others.

How could his own artist work for others for nothing? Thinking that Meng Si was unwilling to do so, he made a small calculation in his heart. He wrote it down first, and he must ask Peng Ye to get this favor back. Thinking of this, he laughed again.

After Han Mo finished playing, he thanked the staff who helped him with the microphone, and then walked away from the background silently.

After Shu Ya sang, she waved goodbye to the music colleagues who applauded for her, and slowly left the center of the stage. The first thing she thought of was to say thank you to Han Mo.

But when she walked to the piano, there was no one there.

Shu Yayu lowered her eyelashes, and touched the piano keys, which were still warm. At the moment of the touch, her fingertips slowly retracted. Suddenly, as if thinking of something, she raised her head and stepped on her high heels. Lightly lifted the long skirt and ran to the backstage.

The high-heeled shoes made a rapid sound on the marble floor, and the dark backstage corridor was very long, and suddenly there was the sound of footsteps in front.

Shu Ya stopped, her hands drooping slightly, and her lavender dress fell naturally.

She took a breath, her dark eyes were full of anticipation, the figure was getting closer, she swallowed, repeating the most familiar name silently in her heart, the moisture in her eyes hadn't completely disappeared, and it looked even more in the dim light. Misty crystal.

Sudden......

"Shiya?"

When Shu Ya heard her name, the voice that came from not far away, her heart that had been fluctuating violently sank, and all her emotions were instantly put away, her two freely drooping arms lifted slightly, and gently tugged her skirt. put.

After an instant adjustment, Shu Ya smiled again, "Sister Peng, my trophy is with Xiaofang. Help me get it back later."