Blue sky, sunshine and warm sunny days.

The soft sound of the piano murmured in the faint sunlight.

It is as if the gentle and clear lake is gilded with a light amber color and shimmers with a sparkling light.

The young man in front of the piano sat alone in an old classroom, his head slightly bowed, his side face warm and calm, his white and slender fingers playing quietly on the black and white keys.

The sunlight outside the window hit his dark and thick eyelashes, casting a small shadow on his eyelids.

A faint nostalgia appeared in his eyes, and the melody at his fingertips became more and more gentle. The pale golden sunlight reflected through the black old-fashioned piano on his cotton white shirt, and the early autumn breeze swept through the half-open window, intoxicatingly lifting the corners of his coat.

It's such a gentle and beautiful scene. On an early autumn afternoon, the ethereal melody, the warm youth, and the warm colors shrouded in the sun.

But it's incredible, inexplicably sad.

The young man in front of the piano lowered his eyes, his clear eyebrows and eyes gradually softened, and with the melody of his fingertips, he fell into deep memories.

The picture fell into darkness, and for a long time, a glimmer of light sprouted faintly in the corner.

It was a childish boy, with a faint expectation in his pupils.

A gentle woman sat at the head of his bed, softly reciting an old fairy tale.

A low voice echoed in the shabby, cramped room. Beside them, rows of identical beds lined up. The sleeping children on the cots were covered with thin quilts and frowned in their sleep.

The cot under the boy was a little thin, and the cuffs of the woman's white-washed overalls were rolled up.

As the boy fell asleep in the midst of the wonderful story, the woman gently closed the book and leaned down to pull the quilt for him.

The boy's sleeping face was peaceful and sweet, the woman's eyes swept softly over the sleeping children around her, and the worry that could not be hidden between her eyebrows was abrupt and obvious in the quiet picture.

There was sunlight shining into the dark picture from the side, and the sky was getting brighter.

In the bathroom, children of all ages scrambled to finish washing. Then you chase me to the dining room, scrambling for the few breakfasts on your plate.

The boy's movements were a little slow, and as soon as he stood on tiptoe to pick up the heavy rice shovel, he was snatched away by a chubby boy with a tear mole in the corner of his eye, and squeezed him far away.

When it was finally the boy's turn, there was almost no food on the plate. He returned to his seat with his plate and ate his breakfast in silence.

Even though there are only a handful of grains of rice on the plate.

There was a woman in overalls with red eyes and half of the rice in her bowl to the child.

The boy held back his tears and smiled brightly at the woman.

The picture turned in vain.

The sky outside the window was clear and blue.

The boy stood in the small, gloomy dean's room, hiding behind the woman's legs, and peeked at the couple in front of him in confusion.

The woman smiled apologetically, gently pulled the child to her side, and encouraged him to say hello.

The kind couple crouched down and took the boy's hand with soft expressions.

――Would you like to live with us?

The boy's expression was surprised and dazed.

The woman behind him covered her mouth and wet the corners of her eyes.

When the boy left, a lot of people gathered by the window.

The children, who had lived together for many years, were looking out of the window tightly.

In the immature eyes, the light of longing and envy is so obvious.

I was held by the strange and warm couple and walked in the middle.

The boy looked at the elongated shadows of the three in the sunlight and looked back with wet eyes.

The dilapidated and old courtyard is fading away.

Until the familiar figure can no longer be seen.

The camera pans to the blue sky.

There are gray young birds spreading their wings and staggering across the sky.

The sun is shining and the air is crisp.

It's the season for young birds to leave the nest.

The boy was accommodated in a large room.

The glossy mahogany floors and the mattress are soft. In the corner of the room, there was even an upright piano that he had only heard of in stories.

The boy stroked the shiny keys, the lacquered lid reflecting his dazed face.

He thought of his companions who were clinging to the window to watch him leave.

Slowly, he pursed his lips.

Several seasons go back and forth.

The boy who was still childish that day has grown into a gentle boy with clear eyebrows and eyes.

At the parent-teacher meeting, the teenagers with excellent grades were greatly praised by the teachers.

The teenage father, who was a university professor, stood on the podium and proudly told his education.

The young man stood humbly under the stage, his eyelids drooping quietly with a quiet expression.

Birds soar from outside the window and sweep across the sky.

With his father's calm and gentle voice in his ears, the young man stared out the window at the sky that was gradually ceasing to be blue, and he was a little distracted for a moment.

If, if you don't meet—

What would it be like now?

After returning home, the boy thought about it for a long time.

I finally mentioned it to my father with apologies and wanted to go back and take a look.

My father was silent for a long time, and then gently agreed.

――Let's go back and see, the place that has been remembered for a long time.

Running, eagerly, with some trepidation and excitement -

The boy stood in front of the unchanged courtyard, and the corners of his eyes were wet inexplicably.

He walked in slowly, with each step, with a heavy, eager gasp.

The moment he opened the door, the boy froze in place for a long time.

There were few familiar faces left, and the gentle woman who twisted the horns for him every night had long since fallen asleep in the ground forever.

The boy sat in the cramped dean's room.

Stroking the yellowed fairy tale book in his hand, he finally couldn't hold back his cry.

Someone patted him on the shoulder from behind, and the young man turned his head, and in his moist gaze, he always felt that this face was inexplicably familiar.

- Don't you remember me?

The man was wearing familiar overalls in his memory, smiling and handing over a tissue, tears in the corners of his eyes glowing in the sun.

Suddenly, his eyes widened, and the young man looked at the man dressed as a volunteer in front of him, and the little fat man who always couldn't eat enough suddenly appeared in front of him.

- You, how did you ......

-- I grew up here.

Guessing his question, the man smiled helplessly, but the look in his eyes was very soft.

- Many people, like me, were never adopted until they reached adulthood. But I chose to stay here and work, and I just hope that there will not be more children like us who have been stupidly waiting, looking forward to growing up in disappointment again and again.

The young man looked at the man in front of him in a daze.

After a long time, he suddenly turned around and ran towards the classroom.

He had just been there, and was surprised to find a piano.

When the piano sounded, the children who had been playing in the classroom gradually gathered around.

The boy looked at the children gathered around, and his eyes softened.

The lame little girl came with difficulty, trying to touch the keys. The boy took her in his lap and spoke softly.

――In the future, I will come here often and teach everyone how to play the piano.

Hearing the excited cheers of the children, the tenderness in the boy's eyes became even stronger.

-- My power is actually very small

- But please, you must grow up carefree

――Until one day, you meet the love that belongs to you in your life......

The soft melody of the piano is still murmuring.

The young man sat in the classroom drenched in sunlight and slowly opened his eyes.

The melody of his fingertips gradually became gentle, the young man lowered his eyes, and after a gentle and ethereal prelude, he spoke slowly,

"I saw summer a long, long time ago

The sparkling surface of the lake reflects the smiling faces of the child

I made a wish by the banyan tree in front of the courtyard

If the time doesn't go far, will it be realized......"

The clear sound was like the transparent and shining sunlight outside the window, echoing ethereally in the empty classroom. The clear eyebrows and eyes floated with a soft expression, and the pure voice of the young man became warmer and warmer.

"I think I'll always meet the eyes that will look at me

I think I can find the attachment that holds me tight......"

The warm melody flowed, and the melody of the young man's fingertips gradually bloomed grandly, like the warm sunshine blooming outside the window.

"The cloud-covered sky is submerged in an oasis in the desert

The universe guarded by the stars of the sky embraced by the sun and the moon ......"

The moist eyes contained the light of the water, and the young man lowered his eyes, immersed in the melody and sang emotionally.

"Maybe one day your wish will come true, and you will appear in front of me

At that moment, I will have that exclusive gentleness......"

The faded melody is frozen in the warm colors.

The final scene ends in a large expanse of dazzling sunlight. Feng Yu sat silently in the editing room, looking at the screen that fell into darkness in front of him, and did not speak for a long time.

The video has been over for a long time.

But just the picture in the video, light and shadow, melody, feelings. Still firmly occupied his senses, lingering.

Feng Yu took a deep breath.

When he decided to use Gu Shengge's original songs, he didn't have much hope.

Even if it is a rare "musical genius" in Huo Qi's mouth, in his eyes, compared to how to reach the peak of talent and attainment, the first thing he sees is that this young man is just an eighteen-year-old child.

But he never imagined that the final effect would be so amazing.

The editor next to him was still smoking a tissue and bowing his head to wipe his tears, Feng Yu rubbed his sour eyes, and for a moment there was only amazement in his heart.

is not only the power of music, but he was sensitive to the discovery that as an eighteen-year-old boy, Gu Shengge's senses were unexpectedly delicate and sensitive. When facing the camera, the young man's natural expression always makes him feel inexplicably comfortable behind the camera. What surprised him the most was that when he looked at Gu Shengge on the monitor, he didn't even feel that he was performing—something that many actors who have debuted for many years can do lightly. And this teenager, who stood in front of the camera for the first time to shoot, actually met his requirements so lightly-

Feng Yu's eyes became deeper and deeper.

As if he suddenly thought of something, he suddenly jumped up with excitement, dialed out a phone, and strode out of the editing room while pushing the door -

"Hey, it's me, send me the final draft of Misan, don't make a decision on the actor side yet, I suddenly have some new inspiration-"