It was already 11:30 p.m. when the flight landed at Kyoto Airport.

After Qiu Minghao and Maggie said goodbye halfway, when they returned to the Hualin community, they unexpectedly found that their mother still hadn't slept.

He had already greeted his mother before going to Hong Kong Island and told her not to wait for him to come home at night, but today the light in the living room of the house is still on.

Qiu Minghao opened the door and entered the house, and after changing his shoes, he found that his mother was sitting alone on the sofa, her eyes were looking at TV, and the small blanket on her lap had fallen to the ground and was still completely gone.

"Mom?"

Tyumen walked up to his mother and put the small blanket back on her.

"Minghao, are you back?"

Mother's gaze was withdrawn from the TV.

"Why don't you go to bed yet, it's past midnight?"

Tyumyo looked at his mother worriedly.

"Minghao, is it you who is watching on TV?"

The mother did not answer Tyumyeong's question, pointed to the TV and said to him.

"Huh?"

Tyumen Hao was taken aback.

"That's you, right?"

Mother's eyes were still looking at TV.

"Yes, Mom. ”

Tyumeiho looked at his mother and sat down beside her obediently.

"You're on TV, why don't you tell your mother?"

The mother's voice was a little emotional.

"Mom, I'm sorry. ”

Qiu Minghao said in a low voice. Since he officially crossed over into the music entertainment industry, he has not officially mentioned it to his mother, because in his memory, his predecessor's parents strongly opposed him learning to sing, especially his mother, because his predecessor's father was an actor in a state-owned factory art troupe when he was young, but he never sang in his life, and later encountered the reform of state-owned enterprises, and then laid off, his mother's father's skills did not help him in later life, so she strongly opposed Tyumen Hao learning vocal music since she was a child, and learning other messy artistic specialties, in the simple life concept of her previous generation of women, only good academic performance and admission to a good university are the best way out, these blows, blows, sings, and sings are unreliable.

"It's okay, Minghao, Mom just felt very shocked, I suddenly saw your news on TV today, you were on TV, and you went to Hong Kong Island, I heard that you still released records, Mom is very proud of you. It used to be my mother's fault, I'm sorry, Minghao. ”

His mother's reaction was not as uncomfortable as Tyumyeong's fear, and he saw that today's national television entertainment channel seemed to have been broadcasting the news of his visit to Hong Kong Island, and at the moment his and Maggie's names were still in the scroll bar at the bottom of the TV screen.

"Thank you, Mom. ”

Qiu Minghao gently reached out and took his mother in his arms.

"Okay, it's getting late, mom went to bed, mom was watching the news that you would go back to Kyoto tonight, so I thought I'd wait for you to come back and go to sleep, and when you came back, mom was relieved. ”

After the mother finished speaking, she went into the room to rest.

"Good night, Mom. ”

Qiu Minghao said behind his mother.

Looking at his mother's figure, Qiu Minghao suddenly felt infinitely emotional, if his predecessor was still there, what should he do about this situation? But the years cannot be turned back, the past cannot be repeated, everything is arranged in the dark of fate. And he, only to take good care of his mother for him, may be the only thing he can do.

Hey—

A long sigh slipped into the long night, and the night outside the window was a little colder.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Although there were no classes this morning, Tyumen Hao still got up early in the morning and went to the film school.

When his car had just been parked on the school road in the film academy, he opened the door and saw a tall boy standing not far from the door.

The boy's thin and curved eyes are like a fountain of laughter.

"Good morning, teacher!"

It's Xiahou Zhi.

"Waiting for me here so early?"

Qiu Minghao was a little surprised, because he left a text message to Xiahou Zhi before the flight took off last night, telling him that he would come to the school to look for him this morning, telling him to wait for him and not go out. I just didn't expect him to wait at his parking place all the time.

"Well, I know that the teacher parks his car here every time, so he waits for the teacher here. ”

Xiahou Zhi looked at Qiu Minghao and smiled even brighter.

"Okay, you don't have to call you here. ”

Qiu Minghao walked past Xiahou Zhi's side, stretched out his hand to grab his shoulder, and the two walked towards the campus together.

Kyoto in April.

The trees have re-sprouted green shoots, the green leaves are verdant, and the spring flowers are already in full bloom.

The lake has long since melted, and the thick ice has long since melted.

It's a good feeling.

Qiu Minghao sighed in his heart, he hadn't smelled the native smell of the early morning wild for a long time.

This is where he first met Xiahou Zhi and gave him a song.

"Come, Xiahou Zhi, take a look, this is a new song I wrote for you some time ago, I have asked my colleagues in the company to make the arrangement, you can take a look. ”

After Tyuminghao finished speaking, he took out a folded piece of paper from the pocket of his suit, which was sent to his mailbox by the assistant last night, and he printed it this morning.

"Youth?"

Xiahou Zhi glanced at the title of the song, and felt that a green spring breath penetrated into his nose and spleen.

"Well, you can see it first, and then sing it to me. ”

After Qiu Minghao finished speaking, he no longer paid attention to Xiahou Zhi.

The grass is green.

The lake is long.

Born with white clouds, curled up in the arms of the blue sky, like delicate and shy.

Tyumen Hao simply lay down.

Even when the morning dew on the ground wets the suit, I forgot to scruple about it.

This is a well-known campus folk song in the early nineties of the last century, which is the pioneering work of Chinese campus folk songs, and its historical position in campus folk songs is indelible.

"The flowers of youth bloom and thank,

Makes me tired but not regretful,

The rain and snow of the four seasons fly,

Makes me intoxicated but haggard,

Gentle wind,

Dream softly,

Gentle morning and dusk,

Faint clouds

Faint tears,

A faint year after year

........................”

Xiahou Zhi's voice is like the most warm breeze in this morning, gently rippling, like spring blowing people's faces, Qiu Minghao listened to Xiahou Zhi's shallow chanting, his voice was childish, but it was a different kind of freshness, falling into his heart lake, those past events and years, slowly looking back together.

Youth, ideals, wanderings, sorrows, and love......

That is the youth of a generation, the memory of a generation, in fact, about youth, how can there be a difference between the times? The youth of each generation has the profound imprint of its own era, Qiu Minghao could not accurately describe his youth, what kind of era was it? He could not describe the exact appearance of his youth, he only remembered the green campus at that time, those young men and women, those thick poetry collections in their simple school bags, and all around them were full of talent and style.

Everything, fierce and warm.

It's just that the years have passed, and looking back, everything has become the past, just like this song, this youth, faint clouds, faint tears, faint years and years.

"Teacher, your hair is wet. ”

Suddenly, Xiahou Zhi's voice came clearly, and Qiu Minghao was pulled back to reality from the past years.

"Really?"

Qiu Minghao sat up again from the grass, touched his hair, and sure enough, it was wet, and the dew on the grass sprinkled on his head, soaked his suit, and also warmed his memories and nostalgia about youth this morning.

"Well, teacher, I'll sing it to you now, can you see how it feels?"

Xiahou Zhi, like Qiu Minghao, a singer who became a monk halfway, still doesn't know much about the technical issues of the song itself, but what they all focus on is feeling.

If it feels right, the song is right.

"Okay, you sing and listen. ”

Qiu Minghao turned his face and looked at the young boy holding the guitar on the side, and his person was like a dew drop in the morning.

Fresh and translucent.

"The flowers of youth bloom and thank,

Makes me tired but not regretful,

The rain and snow of the four seasons fly,

It makes me intoxicated but haggard

...............................”

Xiahou Zhi's voice is still cool and refreshing, the faint guitar sound, and the youthful melody of Qingqing are as clear and beautiful as a poem when they ring in their ears.

After Xiahou Zhi finished singing, Qiu Minghao seriously discussed the beauty of the artistic conception of this song with him, the person who sings is the song, and the person who listens to the song listens to the mood, if you want to make your singing voice exciting, you must integrate feelings into the voice, and convey the artistic conception of the lyrics accurately and perfectly.

At the end, the two also made some communication on the skills of the song, so as to sing more mellow and skillful, without a sense of sluggishness.

"Teacher, the lyrics of this song are so beautiful!"

After the two finished discussing, almost half of the morning had passed.

"Of course, youth is inherently beautiful. ”

Qiu Minghao said with a smile, Shen Qing, the original songwriter of this song, is also the original singer of this song, for that era of poetry, for that generation of poetry and distant youth, Qiu Minghao is also extremely fascinated.

"Thank you, teacher. ”

Xiahou Zhi looked at Qiu Minghao's face of pious worship, why could the teacher create such a moving song every time? He felt that his eldest brother had a dazzling and charming aura.

The light does not go away.

Blooming like a poem.

"Okay, the teacher still has something to do, let's go first, you practice this song well, I will arrange for you to enter the recording studio as soon as possible, it's been a few months since your first single, you should have a new work coming out, don't let everyone wait too long. ”

Qiu Minghao got up after speaking.

"Thank you, teacher, I won't let you down!"

Xiahou Zhi looked at Qiu Minghao, and the expression on his face was as sacred as when he joined the children's group.

"Alright, the teacher is gone. See you soon!"

Qiu Minghao touched Xiahou Zhi's head, turned around and left.

He knew that Xiahou Zhi would definitely not leave, this lake was a holy place for him to practice, and he hoped that he would become successful as soon as possible, but it would take time.

He's waiting.

He's giving him time.