Almighty Star Daddy

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

   The microphone lifted slightly, Shu Ya's ink-colored eyes flicked a trace of affection, the past cannot be repeated, but it will still be recalled in her head, poetic and picturesque.

   "We have said it in a hurry that year, and we will delay it after goodbye~ It's a pity who has not, love is not a single event, the eloquence of seven emotions..."

Since Shu Ya got this song, I don’t know how many times she has sung it. Whether it’s practice before recording or careful polishing after recording the album, she sings every word and every note with heart, some stories, some emotions. , Some painful but unforgettable memories can only be understood by her.

Shu Ya is tall and slender, standing in the center of the stage, her voice jumping ethereally. This is the first time that Han Mo has heard Shu Ya sing in this body. The memory of the original owner has refilled his brain, and a wave of warmth continues to flow into his heart. .

   "If you can't blush again, can you still blush? It's like a beautiful rumor that was rushed down that year and will be together forever..."

  Shu Ya's eye circles are red. She no longer remembers when the last time she cooperated with Han Mo like this, it was about seven years ago in the summer? In the piano room of Sunan Conservatory of Music? Or at home by the Sunan River in the rainy afternoon.

She has always resisted meeting with Han Mo. Even if it is necessary to pay for the child’s living expenses or pick up the child from his home, Shu Ya asks Peng Ye or Zeng Ying to do it for her, so that she doesn’t want to see Han Mo’s decadent appearance. She hopes that is right. The image of persistent dreams and optimism about life can be kept in her heart forever.

  Han Mo’s slender fingers are one after another on the black and white keys, moving clouds and flowing water, the sound of the piano is crisp, dim and tactile, sometimes soothing and sometimes turbulent. A staff member hides in the corner, facing the piano box with a microphone, and beautiful notes are constantly floating in the air through sound waves.

I have learned to play the piano with my father since I have the memory, and being beaten because playing the piano did not meet his father’s standards has almost become the most common reason for the original owner’s childhood experience of being beaten. In addition, he inherited his parents’ musical talents, and his piano performance is natural. .

  "The year that we fell in love deserved it, because we rushed, don’t understand stubborn promises, just a preface to break up..."

  Shu Ya did not look under the stage, she was completely immersed in her own world, the lingering love, the faint thoughts of separation, how many years of youth, never let go, but can never be forever.

  The first time I heard this song "The Year in a Hurry" is a guitar version of Han Mo playing and singing. She hasn't heard Han Mo sing for a long time, not for everyone, but just for her.

  Today she is also singing, singing to only one person in her heart, the world seems to have been quiet, time seems to have stopped, there are only two people, only the same story, only the year in a hurry.

The spotlight hit Shuya, which made her white skin more radiant. She was singing and singing her own story. For the first time, standing on this stage, it was also the first time that she was with the people in the story. A stage, their warmth back then, now they miss...

   "If the past is still worthy of nostalgia, don't let go of the past too quickly~ Whoever is willing to do this, we have no relationship with each other~ We should owe each other, or how can we nostalgia..."

  "We must owe each other, we must break our bonds."

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

  Shu Ya slowly took the microphone away, smiling, tears shining in the corners of her eyes.

Everyone was too fascinated to listen. 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 are not long, they are like movies. , Hasn't slowed down, the singing has actually ended.

  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.

Zhai Xu also stunned when he heard it. Just like the "seven emotions" sung in the song, even in the entertainment circle, he forgets his original intentions, loses edges and corners, and is no longer kind, but how can there be no "seven emotions", just never Touched, never mentioned, never noticed, just try to suppress and restrain.

  He slowly raised his arm, and clapped Shu Ya one by one, very hard, also for the sake of his rushing year.

Meng Si also clapped his hands vigorously. It was perfect. He knew that this song was written by Han Mo, but he didn’t pay attention to it. Driven by Shu Ya.

He clapped his hands for a while, as if thinking of something, he suddenly leaned back in the chair, with his hands wrapped around his chest, "This stinky boy, he went to work for others for free, what did the crazy woman Peng Ye give you? Good, hum." Meng Si curled his lips unconvinced. He asked Han Mo at that time, why did he suddenly become Han Mo playing the piano by himself.

  Although it is impossible to see who is playing the piano under the stage, the whole piano is hidden behind the curtain, and you may only be able to see it if you stand on the stage. But Meng Si knew the truth and thought carefully. Through some details, she quickly discovered that Shu Ya was standing on the stage before singing, her mouth seemed to be saying something, but suddenly the piano rang and she looked back. After a glance, he didn't say anything.

  And 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 suddenly thought that this kid must be the accompaniment to others.

  How could his own artist work for others for nothing? Thinking of this, Meng Si was unwilling, so he had a small calculation in his heart, and wrote it down first. In the future, he must find Peng Ye to get this favor back, and he laughed again when he thought of this.

  Han Mo finished playing, thanked the staff who helped him with the microphone, and then silently left the backstage.

  Shu Ya finished her singing, waved goodbye to the music colleagues who applauded her, and walked away from 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 Ya Yu's eyelashes were drooping, and she touched the key that was still warm in a sense of loss. At the moment of touching, her fingertips slowly retracted again, 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.

   High heels stepped on the marble floor and made a rapid noise. 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 black eyes filled with expectation, and the figure was getting closer and closer. She swallowed, repeating the most familiar name silently in her heart. The moistness in her eye sockets had not completely receded, and she appeared even more under the dim light. Dim and crystal clear.

  Suddenly...

   "Shu Ya?"

When Shu Ya heard her name, the voice that came from not far away, her heart sank violently, and instantly put away all her emotions, her two freely drooping arms raised slightly, and she gently pulled her skirt down. Pendulum.

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