Fu Zhe's heart was flustered and confused, and an unprecedented sense of anxiety filled his heart at this time.

He desperately wanted to find someone else, to restore the lights, to restore the sound, to restore the power.

Because he knows that this concert will be his last chance, even if he is famous now, with his current fame, even if he holds a concert alone, it is not impossible. But, he didn't have time.

At this time, the audience on the stage, in the face of the sudden darkness, was also at a loss, not knowing what was happening, and even some of the audience let out bursts of boos.

After all, no matter what the reason, such a grand concert and such a mistake are unforgivable.

Especially when they were about to see the wonderful part, what did Fu Zhe say just now, the object of his proposal was not Zhang Ying?

And just when Fu Zhe was panicking and the audience was booing, suddenly, a blazing light suddenly lit up in the pitch-black gymnasium.

A huge searchlight emerges in the darkness and shines directly on the stage's huge display.

The light that suddenly appeared in the darkness instantly attracted everyone's attention, and on the huge display, slowly turning from black to white, a short film was broadcast, a short film without any sound effects.

In the black-and-white film, in an alley that looks like the 90s, a blind man with a guitar on his back, sunglasses, and a wooden stick as a cane, walks slowly.

The blind man was very embarrassed, dirty, his clothes were occasionally torn, and his hair was like a bird's nest.

The blind man walks very slowly, and he cannot see, as is the case.

The blind man with a guide stick walked slowly, out of the alley, across the sidewalk, and then slowly up to an overpass.

The blind man groped his way to the place he was familiar with on a daily basis, then sat down on the ground, put an old bowl in front of him, and began to fumble to remove the guitar on his back, and tried the sound as if it were like, and then slowly began to play.

And just like that, one day, two days, three days, day after day.

The picture is constantly fast-forwarding, and the pedestrians on the overpass are in a hurry, and occasionally a few people will pause for a moment in front of the blind man, and then leave two cents and five corners in the bowl.

Until one day, the sun was shining brightly, and the blind man sat on the overpass as usual, setting up bowls, setting up guitars, and playing and singing slowly.

Then, a girl slowly walked over on the overpass, the girl was wearing a white dress, a mask, her long soft hair was tied behind her head, and she was holding a small basket in her hand and swaying slightly.

The girl seemed to have passed by for the first time, and when she came to the blind man, she glanced curiously, and as she was about to walk by, the tips of the girl's ears seemed to move, and the girl's body paused, and looked head-on at the blind man sitting on the ground, and the guitar in his hand.

It's as if the music kept her.

The girl stood there for a long time, and it seemed that after a while she seemed to come back to her senses, as if she had returned from the world of music to reality.

The girl looked at the blind guitarist with admiration, and took out the wallet in a small pocket in front of the white skirt without hesitation, but after opening it, the girl obviously showed an embarrassed look, and the wallet was empty.

The girl seemed to pause, hesitated for a moment, and finally put away the wallet, and then took out a steamed bun that seemed to be steaming hot from the small basket she had been carrying.

The girl carefully crouched down and came to the blind man, as if to say something, and the blind hand playing the guitar stopped. Then the girl gave the bun to the blind man.

The blind man seemed to say thank you, then carefully put down the guitar, grabbed the steaming bun in front of the girl and took a bite.

The bun was soft and fluffy, and it looked delicious at first glance, and the blind man was obviously surprised, as if he had never eaten such a delicious bun, and thanked the girl with a happy face.

The girl smiled obviously, and the corners of her eyes seemed to turn into a crescent moon, and then she waved her hand at the blind man and left, regardless of whether the blind man could see it or not.

Since the first chance encounter, the girl began to gradually increase when she crossed the overpass, and every time she passed by the overpass, she would listen to the blind man play and sing for a while, and in the same way, she would bring some food to the blind man every time.

Buns, fritters, bread cakes. It's like a girl like a pastry chef.

As the days passed, the girl also changed from passing by occasionally, to every day, as if attendance, it seemed that when the time came, the girl would appear in front of the blind.

The blind man and the girl slowly became acquainted, and the two would occasionally talk a few words and talk about something.

And the girl also went from stopping to listen to music for a while, to an hour, two hours, or even hours.

The girl also changed from standing in front of the blind man to sitting next to the blind man and listening.

The girl never gave money to the blind man, but she still always changed her tricks to bring all kinds of delicious food to the blind man.

And the girl appreciated the music from the beginning, and slowly turned her eyes to the face of the blind man, the side face from her position, and occasionally looked at it in a silent daze.

For all this, the blind cannot see. However, the blind man seemed to feel something, and occasionally his heart beat abnormally, but he never dared to think deeply, because he was blind, he was a blind man who was poor and white, and he had to live by begging.

Time flies, and two months after the two met.

The blind man and the girl became more and more acquainted, and the two talked more and more.

The girl would tell the blind man about all the new things in the world, and the blind man would tell the girl how he used his guide stick to find and get around the obstacles in the darkness.

Sometimes the maiden would accompany the blind man in the evening, watching the sun go down and watching the blind man carefully put away his beloved guitar.

The blind man loves music, loves to sing, and likes to play the guitar. The blind man said that this guitar was his most beloved thing, so he cherished it extraordinarily.

As we were packing up, suddenly there was a murmuring sound in the sky, and raindrops began to fall in the sky.

The blind man's face changed, and he hurriedly held the guitar that had just been covered with a cloth bag in his arms, used his body to block the falling raindrops, and then picked up the guide stick and walked towards the place where he was hiding from the rain under the overpass. I didn't even care about the old bowl that had not been confiscated on the ground, and the few pieces of change given by passers-by in the bowl. Naturally, I also forgot about the girl next to me.

The girl was stunned, but quickly picked up the bowl on the ground, and then chased after the blind man, and the two managed to reach the bottom of the overpass before the heavy rain turned into a pour.

The girl stroked her slightly wet hair, and then handed the blind man the bowl and the money in the bowl. The blind man thanked him and took it, and then the two hid under the overpass, but the atmosphere was silent for a while.

The girl looked at the blind man, and the guitar that the blind man still held in his arms, silently and sullenly.