Fu Zhe watched the short film from beginning to end, silently looking at the blind man with open eyes in the short film, the girl with a mask on his head, and their encounter, acquaintance, and acquaintance.

Looking at the short film, the blind man used to walk through the alleys and the overpasses he went to every day.

Looking at the short film, the girl met the blind man for the first time and gave the big meat bun.

In the short film, the girl goes to the shack for the first time, sits on a wooden bed, and sews and mends the blind man's shabby clothes.

Looking at the short video, the girl fell on the hospital bed, her pale face.

Looking at the moment when the blind man took the girl's ashes in the short film, there is also that blank photograph that seems to have been preserved to this day.

Looking at everything, in Fu Zhe's mind, the countless fragments of memory hidden in the depths also seemed to emerge one by one, Fu Zhe seemed to recall his encounter with Zhuo Shi on the first day, and Zhuo Shi's crisp voice sounded in his ears again, all the topics he had talked about with Zhuo Shi, and the heart-rending pain at the moment of parting with Zhuo Shi's life and death.

There are a few slight deviations from my own experience in the short film, but they are generally the same.

Fu Zhe suddenly realized that he turned his head to look at the side of the stage at this time. There, suddenly a searchlight turned on, and under the light, Zhang Ying slowly walked onto the stage, holding a brown guitar in both hands.

The guitar is brown and wood-colored, the paint is slightly grayish, and even the occasional piece is peeling off, and on the side of the guitar, there is a crack visible to the naked eye.

This guitar is the one that the blind man once carried in the short film.

Zhang Ying slowly walked to Fu Zhe with a guitar, Zhang Ying looked at Fu Zhe's face tightly, looking at this face that seemed to be immature but with a mature atmosphere, Zhang Ying's pink red lips opened slightly, and only two words came out: "Come on." ”

As he spoke, Zhang Ying sent the guitar in his hand to Fu Zhe.

This is not a prop, but it really exists, it is indeed the one that Fu Zhe once used, it should have been lying on the bottom of the wardrobe in Fu Zhe's bedroom, carefully storing it, but at this moment, it appeared here.

Taking the guitar and feeling the familiar touch, Fu Zhe was sure.

Fu Zhe gently stroked the guitar in his hand, then looked at Zhang Ying standing in front of him, and whispered, "Thank you!"

Zhang Ying smiled, then turned around and walked down, leaving the stage to Fu Zhe.

Looking at Zhang Ying's back, at this moment, Fu Zhe had countless doubts in his heart.

How the story in this short film came about. He never told anyone in the company about him and Zhuo Shi.

Why would the company do this?

Do Dong Li and Sister Zhang know more?

Fu Zhe's heart was very confused, and there were many things he couldn't understand.

Fu Zhe stroked the guitar in his hand, and then turned his head to look at the tens of thousands of spectators at the concert.

A smile appeared on Fu Zhe's face, and he forced himself to suppress the chaotic thoughts in his heart. At this moment, it is no longer the time to think about these things, isn't it the moment that I have been preparing for countless years?

You must know that before the concert started, when Fu Zhe didn't know all this, in the original script of the concert, Fu Zhe sang only one song "Moonlight" on stage.

In order to have the opportunity to complete his regret for Zhuo Shi on this stage that attracted the attention of thousands of people, Fu Zhe dedicated a song he wrote for Zhuo Shi to Zhuo Shi, not only was he ready to lose everything, but he also took out all the money in his bank account, nearly 500,000 yuan, to buy the sound management of the concert.

While it's a shame not to have live musical accompaniment, electronic sound effects are also acceptable.

And now, although there are still many things that he can't figure out, it seems that he doesn't need to do any more small actions secretly.

Fu Zhe touched the old and even yellowed canvas strap, passed it over his head, hung the guitar on his chest, and then Fu Zhe wiped all the tears on his face and raised the microphone in his hand.

"As you can see, I am the blind man in the film just now. And today, now, in the presence of everyone, I propose to the love of my life, the angel I have never met. ”

After Fu Zhe's words were finished, although the audience had already guessed before, when they heard Fu Zhe personally admit that he was the blind man in the short film, he still couldn't help sighing.

However, the sighs sounded for a while, and then slowly subsided, and even the various noises in the entire venue also died down one by one, and the scene became quiet again.

It seems that everyone, everything, is making way for Fu Zhe's imminent confession and proposal.

Fu Zhe took a deep breath slightly, his eyes were slightly misty, his head was slightly raised, and his eyes looked at somewhere in the void in the sky, as if looking at the angel he used to be in heaven.

"Zhuo Shi, no matter how old you are, no matter how old you are, no matter how much time passes, no matter the barriers of life and death, my heart for you will never change. Time cannot prevent our hearts from colliding, and neither can life and death. Even if we never met in the past life and never met in the next life, in this life, you will always be my only one. Would you like to marry me. ”

Fu Zhe's deep voice spread through the microphone to the ears of everyone in the concert, and the low voice was filled with his love for Zhuo Shi, the love that could not be stopped even if time passed, life and death.

After an affectionate confession, Fu Zhe's misty eyes flashed a slight smile, and he continued: "Okay, if you don't speak, I'll take you as an agreement!"

Fu Zhe said witty words, but tears of happiness flowed from his eyes.

Since Zhuo Shi's death, Fu Zhe's tears in the thirteen years may not be as much as today, and I am afraid that his tear ducts have dried up.

However, at this moment, Fu Zhe's heart is full of unspeakable happiness.

Yes, finally, it did.

Zhuo Shi, between you and me, it is no longer the love that only you and I know each other, and you and I are no longer famous. You are my love, my wife.

Although I don't have a wedding dress or a diamond ring, I have my most sincere heart.

There was silence in the room, and then from some corner, there was a low applause, and then, the applause swept through the concert.

Countless viewers sent their blessings.

"Thank you, thank you!" Fu Zhe took a deep breath, controlled the excitement in his heart, and looked at the audience with a smile on his face: "Today is the day of my proposal, and next, I have a song "Confession" that I have made my latest production, this song is dedicated to my favorite angel, also, to everyone!"

As soon as Fu Zhe's words fell, neon brilliance flashed on the dark stage again, and music sounded on the accompaniment stage behind the stage.

At this moment, Fu Zhe's hanging heart finally let go.

Fu Zhe waved his hand in the direction of the audience, slowly came to the front of the stage, inserted the microphone in his hand into the microphone rack, and then set up the guitar with both hands, pinched the neck with his left hand, and placed his right hand on the sound hole.

Then, as the music played, Fu Zhe slowly plucked the strings.

"I'm not going to tell you about it, it's the first time. ”

"Seeing her, should it be called an accident? ”

"It was kind of interesting to her, and she even thought about being alone tomorrow night. ”

"The time came, but the heart receded. ”

"That heavy rain, let you and me get closer. ”

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