My rearview mirror can change my life

Shen Fei walked into the building and quickly explained his identity and intention to the staff.

Through the emergency channel opened by Zhao Yunqing before, the staff quickly took him to the backstage and completed the simple makeup and tidying.

Finally, he came to the back of the curtain and found a steel tube chair to sit down.

It's finally time to relax.

Suddenly, his heart rose to his throat again.

Oh no! He forgot an important thing: exchanging time limits

! There was a large electronic watch hanging on the wall of the backstage waiting room behind the stage, and Shen Fei glanced at it: he only had a few minutes left! Shen

Fei's heart beat faster, and he knew that when the time came, he would leave He Lingling's body and return to his daily life.

He slapped his thigh hard, and then hurriedly apologized to He Lingling herself (I hope I didn't shoot it).

Damn! Why is this time!

According to Shen Fei's expectations, he would arrive at the show site in advance, and then prepare in advance, prepare He Lingling with the best physical conditions, and leave some small notes and other instructions to guide her to complete the game.

But now that so many things have happened, he doesn't know if He Lingling himself has time to adapt to the chaos after the exchange and successfully complete the performance!

In an instant, the tension and apprehension followed him like a shadow, making him almost out of breath.

The performance at this moment is related to He Lingling's future, and it is also related to whether his own short-term soul exchange can have a perfect ending!

I couldn't help but grasp the hem of my skirt.

"Miss He, are you ready? You're next. The urging voice of the backstage staff brought him back to his senses.

He took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, straightened his emotions slightly, and then slowly walked to the stage.

The footsteps of short heels were particularly clear in the quiet backstage, and every step seemed to knock on his heart.

The host's voice in front of the stage sounded through the curtain: "Next, let's invite the recent Internet celebrity, He Lingling, known as the rising star of the contemporary piano scene, to bring us a song "Mountains and Flowing Water"!"

Shen Fei walked to the front stage.

He suddenly felt stiff all over, and his steps involuntarily stopped.

His vision was blurred, and his heart was beating faster.

When the time came, his soul was breaking free from the attached body.

Like a man who has fallen into the water grasping driftwood, he forcibly clings to this body.

At this moment

, he suddenly thought of his ordinary life, of the people who took his online car-hailing, and of He Lingling, whom he had never met but possessed.

"I can't let He Lingling down, I can't let myself down. He told himself silently in his heart.

Taking a deep breath, Shen Fei finally took the most crucial step and stepped onto the stage.

The lights instantly enveloped him, and the audience's eyes were focused on him.

As he had rehearsed before, he sat down gently, put his hands on the guqin, and said silently in his heart:

"No matter what the result is, at least I have tried, at least I have existed." Let's start playing!"

his fingers touched the strings, and he suddenly felt smoke in his seven orifices, and his heart swayed.

Half of his soul was out of his body!

forgot about Shen Fei, who was an online car-hailing driver, and forgot the anxiety and tension attached to He Lingling, leaving only the notes, the sound of the piano and himself.

But just then, a wave of vertigo hit, and his vision blurred again.

He knew that the time had really come.

However, he did not stop!

The moment he straightened his posture and aimed at the guqin, the world in his heart seemed to stand still.

He began to play "High Mountain".

Every note, every plucked string, it was as if he was walking on a rugged mountain road. The slow melody at the beginning represents the initial exploration and subtle uncertainty, like stumbling down a steep hill.

Shen Fei's mind began to wander.

He couldn't help but think of his little carriage and the guests who had been going on for years. Bursts of sourness, bursts of anxiety and regret.

His mind drifted back to that small but warm carriage, where his miniature universe was filled with the dreams and sorrows of ordinary people.

Every note seemed to call out the names of the passengers, the lives he had passed by but never understood. He remembered the smiles on their faces, the frowns, and the countless eye contacts. Bursts of sourness welled up in my heart, accompanied by bursts of anxiety and regret.

He began to understand that no matter where he went, that little carriage and those people would always be an integral part of his heart. Their existence, in some way, shaped him and gave him a deeper meaning in life.

The rhythm of the music gradually picks up, as if he has found rhythm and strength as he climbs. His hands fluttered on the keys, plucking the notes one after another, forming a beautiful musical picture. Each treble is like a challenge, a test, and like he has reached a new level.

As the music approached its climax, Shen Fei felt as if he was really standing on the top of the mountain, overlooking everything under his feet. At that moment, he felt a sense of ease and freedom that he had never felt before.

The last few notes were like a breeze from the top of a mountain, gently brushing his cheeks.

It was as if he had attained transcendent sanctification and reached the highest state.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a wave of dizziness, blurred vision, and weakness in his limbs.

Everything seems to be spinning, spinning faster and faster.

It was white all around, and he felt like he was about to disappear into this world.