The vast majority of Gu Xiaobai's fans are actually very unhappy with the consumption of Gu Xiaobai in "The Masked".

My Xiaobai is so busy, it's rare to participate in a show, and you still use the identity of the big tree to consume him!

What are your intentions?

During this time, fans continued to protest under the Weibo of "The Masked", and "The Masked" did not explain, did not reply, and looked like gritting his teeth and resisting.

So, with such doubts, the year-end ceremony of "The Masked" finally ushered in the premiere.

Even if it is unhappy, these fans do not plan to let go of this issue of "The Masked", after all, this may be the farewell performance of Big Tree.

Gu Xiaobai has many die-hard fans, and Gu Xiaobai, who was fascinated by the big tree, sat in front of the TV early and was ready.

For example, Fu Zhongliang's favorite songs are Gu Xiaobai's songs as a big tree.

That night, Fu Han's villa was lively again.

"Dad, third uncle, why are you all here. Fu Han saw his father and third uncle, and his face was confused, "Third uncle, didn't you say that you came by yourself? Why did my father come too?"

As soon as he said this, Fu Zhongdong was unhappy: "I can't come? I have to report first when I come to my son's house?"

His face was dark, and when he saw Fu Wenyao next to him, he immediately smiled all over his face: "Xiao Yao, come here, let the uncle see, ......have you grown taller again?"

Fu Wenyao couldn't cry or laugh, uncle, the last time you saw me, it's only been more than a month, how can you grow taller?

Fu Han next to him saw Fu Zhongliang's indifferent and breezy appearance, and he couldn't cry or laugh.

Alas, he was pitted by the third uncle again.

My dad treats Xiaoyao closer than me, and my third uncle still digs pits me all day long, so I'm definitely not my own.

Fu Zhongliang went straight to the audio-visual room with ease when he entered the door, and Fu Zhongdong was actually dragged by Fu Zhongliang on a business trip, and it was the first time to participate in this kind of activity.

Fu Han directly regarded this group viewing as a small party, prepared a lot of ingredients, found a barbecue master with good skills, a chef who is very skilled in making side dishes, and a few craft beers from friends who opened a wine shop.

For the next two hours, they plan to just spread out on the couch, eating barbecue, drinking beer, and listening to music.

There are no malls, no chores, just music.

There is nothing more pleasant in life than this.

It was the first time for Fu Zhongdong to participate in this kind of party, and he was very puzzled: "You all get together to listen to songs?"

"This is not an ordinary song!" Fu Zhongliang was unhappy with the contempt in his brother's tone, "This is the song of the big tree! ”

"Who is the big tree?" Fu Zhongdong suddenly remembered that many years ago, Fu Zhongliang was the teenager who chased stars.

"Uh...... That's a bit more complicated...... Xiaohan, you explain it to your father. "As the third uncle, it's right to throw a problem to the eldest nephew.

After Fu Han explained the cause and effect of this, the show had already begun.

But Fu Zhongdong still doesn't know much, why does Gu Xiaobai wear a mask and sing, you have to listen so carefully?

Fu Zhongdong actually doesn't know much about Gu Xiaobai, he has only heard Gu Xiaobai sing a song "Becoming a Phase" on the spot, for him, it is too difficult to find time to listen to music while busy.

As a highly influential music program, the year-end ceremony is still very interesting.

In addition, the effect of Fu Han's audio-visual room is really good, and Fu Zhongdong was slowly attracted by the show, let go of many distractions, and enjoyed the fun of music, barbecue, and beer with peace of mind.

Next to it, there are Fu Han, Feng and two top musicians explaining and commenting on the spot, I don't know where the rank is higher than those judges and guests on TV, so that Fu Zhongdong, a layman, quickly entered the situation.

And Fu Wenyao sat next to him and said a few words from time to time.

As a younger brother who has completed Fu Han's road for more than ten years in less than a year and successfully obtained the endorsement of family products, Fu Wenyao's musical insights are completely different from before.

After an hour, Fu Zhongliang stood up suddenly: "I'll go to the toilet first." ”

"Yes, hurry up, it's about to start. ”

Fu Zhongdong also went on a trip, and when he came back, he heard Fu Zhongliang shouting: "Brother, hurry up, it's started!"

On the stage, Gu Xiaobai was already standing there.

He wears a canopy of a large tree and has his back to the stage.

The first line of the song begins:

"Hold hands, say goodbye to you, don't gossip ......"

When the first sentence came out, Fu Zhongdong was caught.

He stood at the back of the video room, the distance from the door of the toilet, and listened to the first sentence that seemed to be trying his best, but then gently put it down, and he felt the hairs on his back explode.

At that moment, countless thoughts flashed, seemingly tearing at his memories, making many memories that he hadn't thought about for a long time and didn't dare to think about resurface.

"......" Fu Han's foul voice, he didn't pay attention.

Fu Zhongliang opened his mouth even wider, looking at the screen in front of him.

4K graphics, awesome sound, plus the best visual angles, although it is not as good as listening directly to the scene, this is already a top-notch enjoyment.

Everyone was quickly caught by Gu Xiaobai's music, and even after Fu Zhongliang shouted, he didn't pay attention to his back.

Fu Zhongdong closed his eyes, and at that moment, he seemed to have returned to five years ago.

In the capital, in the best hospital, he held the old hand and burst into tears.

The frail old man, holding his hand, smiled, and closed his eyes.

From that time on, he held the old man's hand tightly, for an hour, two hours, but the old man never woke up.

He still remembered that the palm of the palm had lost its temperature little by little.

Countless times after that, he dreamed back from midnight, and he seemed to be able to feel that the once strong, warm hand was slowly losing its strength and temperature.

A person, no matter how old he is, as long as his parents are alive, he is a child in his bones.

But that day, he wasn't anymore.

He is the eldest brother and has to take care of his younger brothers.

He is a father who sets an example for his children.

He is an uncle, and he has to maintain and create his own image.

He is a grandfather, and he also has to take care of his grandson.

But he was no longer someone's son, and he no longer had a shoulder to lean on.

When he is vulnerable, hold on to himself.

When he is confused, he has to figure it out for himself.

Because there is no one who can solve his doubts anymore.

Without.

The next two or three years were the craziest days of Fu Zhongdong's work.

He can't collapse, he can't make mistakes, he can't be vulnerable.

Being strong on the surface may also be able to make the heart strong.

Later, he remembered all this less and less.

Finally, the warm palm that slowly lost its temperature would never appear in his dream again.

He felt like he had let go.

But at this time, he stretched out his hand, but he could still feel a warm palm, which was held in his hand again.

That feeling, like a bullet, hit his heart and made his heart twitch unshapedly.

In a trance, he seemed to see an old face, smiled at him, and nodded.

Then turn around and slowly walk away.

He opened his eyes and looked up.

In the midst of tears, on the background of the stage, a big tree and flowers fell.

And another small tree bloomed full of flowers on the stage.

Outside the window, it was already late autumn, and the leaves of the big trees were scattered.

Thousands of households, in the living room.

Elderly and middle-aged people, sitting on the sofa and standing in the living room, suddenly burst into tears in front of their children and grandchildren.

Some are lost, can never be forgotten, can never be accepted.

However, it's always time to let go.