The lights of the audience went out suddenly after a five-second countdown, and Huang Xiaoming's mental journey alone also kicked off.

"Everyone, do you know what success is? The so-called brilliant success is just a prisoner of desire, but in fact, behind every successful person, there are countless losers as the king......

"That's right, it's about you, you, you, and you. ”

The splendid hall was full of gorgeously dressed men and women, the host on the stage was loudly announcing the speech he had prepared in advance, and Huang Xiaoming, who was dressed in a dark suit, was sitting steadily in the crowd.

Hearing the speech of the host on the stage, there was a smile of nostalgia on his face.

At this moment, Huang Xiaoming in the picture seemed to suddenly feel something, slowly raised his head, and the camera moved with it.

I saw that a scene that did not belong to the current picture invaded without a trace.

In mid-air, a black figure, drenched, sat quietly on a wooden bridge in mid-air, black leather shoes flashing in the cold light completely different from the interior.

In the quiet environment, the sound of ticking music suddenly started, and the atmosphere that had just been harmonious suddenly became nervous.

And Huang Xiaoming in the picture had a little surprise on his face, paused, got up and walked out, and when he left, he still looked back from time to time.

The bright hallway was suddenly lit and dimmed, as if in harmony with the echoing rapid music.

Something happened.

"Even if life is a race after another, the most important thing is whether you have ever been lost, and whether you are willing to continue running......"

The loud voice of the host in the hall still hovered in my ears, but the corridor was in an eerie atmosphere.

Huang Xiaoming quickened his pace, but in the next second, he fell directly into darkness, and all the lights in the entire corridor were extinguished, like a sudden and expected prank.

An open flashlight rolled from nowhere, Huang Xiaoming shook the door in front of him that was suddenly locked, to no avail, so he had to quickly pick up the flashlight on the ground.

"Life is too short, a moment is ......so long" In the empty corridor, a familiar voice suddenly sounded, and the person with the flashlight in the picture was suddenly stunned, and then touched the wall and walked towards the source of the sound.

The entire hallway was dark, and the only light was a flashlight that glowed faintly in his hand.

The neat and elegant corridor faded away as it went, and as it moved on, it was like walking into a beast's cave.

Hard stone, uneven ground, Huang Xiaoming, with a flashlight in his hand, walked forward cautiously until the warm light appeared again.

Passing through the long passage, there was no road ahead, only the mirror at the end, the chair in front of the mirror, and the hazy figure in the mirror, which was an unusually familiar figure.

"Who are you?" Huang Xiaoming looked at the strange black shadow in the mirror and spoke vigilantly.

"No one knows who I am but you. The figure in the mirror replied.

On the rough wall, there is a gorgeous mirror embedded in it, and in the mirror, there is a figure whose face cannot be seen clearly, and the whole picture looks strange and strange and natural, as if it is arranged in the dark.

And when Huang Xiaoming put down the flashlight in his hand and walked to the mirror, the feeling of self-arrangement was even stronger.

"You ask why the wind carries the migratory bird to fly, but it blows to make it panic, you ask why the rain nourishes all things, but it soaks its clothes......"

The two-way perspective in and out of the mirror, sometimes the person in the mirror looks out of the mirror, and sometimes the person outside the mirror looks into the mirror.

The sad and soothing music accompanied the man's whispered singing, telling a story that belonged to time.

"You ask him why he kisses his scar but can't take him home, and you ask me why I still don't dare to put it down, knowing that I can't hear an answer......"

There are deep tears in his eyes, and he looks in the mirror with a blurred gaze, as if he is looking into an unknown distance.

"Single-plank Bridge", the song chosen by Huang Xiaoming.

It contains the hardships of the road from the youth, the ups and downs and losses on the road ahead, and the indispensable memories on the road of life.

"The Single-plank Bridge" belongs to Huang Xiaoming's mental journey, and it is what he wants to express in his heart.

The delicate pictures and the transformed scenes tell the pain buried deep in the heart.

Mu Qing sat in his position and leaned back in the chair with some relaxation, in the darkness, those eyes had emotional twists and turns that he was not aware of.

Life is so short, a moment is so long, we wake up crying, and we cry and forget...... Sometimes, songs contain this kind of power that can go straight to people's hearts.

A song that is truly sung from the bottom of the heart does not require extraordinary skill, no flowery rhetoric, only such a plain opening to catch everyone's ears and resonate with everyone.

Listening to the singers sing live is completely different from what you hear on the sound.

"Who are you, why did you bring me to this place?" the outsider looked at the dark shadow in the mirror with an unclear face in the mirror, amid the monotonous sound of the piano.

"You came on your own. The Man in the Mirror replied.

"Why can't I see your face clearly?"

"Because I don't want people to see it too clearly, aren't you?"

After a period of silence, Huang Xiaoming moved his body to make himself look more squarely at the black shadow in the mirror.

"How can you be the same as me? Everyone knows that every day I try to be a better person, a better son, a better husband, and now, a better father, and I'm quite successful. ”

"Is this what you call success? Do you really know yourself?" is like a personal anatomy, in which the person in the mirror and the shadow in the mirror have a serious discussion, and both sides want to persuade the other through their own words.

"You are a good person every day, you are pretending to be strong every day, you live in the feelings of others every day, aren't you tired?"

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy, and the people outside the mirror seemed to have suddenly lost their ability to speak.

It was a violent struggle to lower his head and raise his head, and the person outside the mirror opened his mouth and spat out a word.

"Tired. ”

"Then why don't you dare to face your true self? Why don't you admit your cowardice, your lack of self-confidence, your failure, you know how much I hurt when you threw me away?"

From start to finish, it was a personal Q&A.

The two sides of the question and answer are the present self and the past self.

Growing up will always make people gain something, abandon some things, and even, lose their former self and bury their former self.

"If the light had forgotten to illuminate the front, would you hold my hand, and if the road would lead to an unknown place, would you walk with me......

The figure in the mirror disappeared, and a bright light suddenly leaked from one side of the cave where there was no road.

Strode towards the bright passage.

The light of the outside world returned, and the road ahead was a narrow single-plank bridge.

Rain fell from the sky, wetting the people who walked out, like a new life.

"Every me in the world has worked hard, and we will continue to move forward on the next road. ”

Just sitting on a single-plank bridge in the air, the picture rotates, and he looks at himself sitting in the hall, and then smiles.

The screen went out and the lights came on, accompanied by bursts of fierce applause.

Such a one-stop performance is really amazing.

And when Huang Xiaoming returned to the stage, everyone stood up and cheered.

Mu Qing also stood up.

looked at Huang Xiaoming, who was still wet on the stage, and applauded and admired from the bottom of his heart.

Speaking with strength is always the best way to prove it.

At the same time, Mu Qing also has a practical experience - that is, never listen to rumors from the outside world, everything has to be seen for yourself to know the truth and falsehood, so as to draw your own judgment.

Mu Qing remembered that in the past, there always seemed to be people who said that Huang Xiaoming's acting skills were not good, which made people unbearable, and said how this actor was, anyway, there were a lot of criticisms.

But it is clear that the man with a humble smile on his face in front of him is not as unworthy and unworthy as those people evaluate.

Singing ability, acting ability, and even personal calmness, this man who has experienced wind and rain is not lacking.

He Jiong on the stage and Huang Xiaoming, who had just come on stage, had a cordial interaction, and the audience was still applauding, which was a proof of a person's strength.

Mu Qing suddenly looked forward to the performances he would come from time to time.