"I wrote a song, it feels pretty good, you can help me take a look."

Taeyeon gave him a blank look, Lim Seung-jae was reluctant to continue on the topic, she didn't ask, and looked at the notebook.

Slowly hummed along with the score, this is a song with a sad melody, it seems to be even sadder than the "Goodbye" that Taeyeon heard before, Taeyeon hummed, and looked at Lim Seung-jae in some surprise, "I see that you don't usually look like this sentimental person, how can you still write this kind of song." ”

"Written for you."

"Huh? For me? ”

Lin Seungjae nodded, "Say it, in fact, you may not believe it, in fact, since I was in elementary school, there have always been some strange fragments in my head, as if I was in a dream, but the things in the dream are very real, as if they will happen in the future......"

"You don't want to tell me that you're here in time, are you?"

"Thinking too much, if only I really were a traverser." Lin Seungjae thought about it, in fact, his situation is really a bit like a traverser, "But it's about the same, I have a memory in my head that doesn't belong to me, you may think I'm nervous, but, after my verification many times, most of my memories seem to have become reality." ”

Taeyeon stared at Lim Seung-jae's eyes, and in those deep eyes, she saw only sincerity, "I believe." ”

Sitting next to Lim Seung-jae, dangling his calves, looking at the lyrics in his notebook, looking at the lyrics as if he were serious, he didn't seem to care much about what Lim Seung-jae just said.

Lim Seung-jae was a little surprised, "Do you believe it?" ”

"I believe what you say." This time, Taeyeon looked at Lim Seung-jae with burning eyes, "This song is also from your memory?" ”

Lim Seung-jae nodded. "I feel like it should belong to you, just like I feel like GangnamStyle should belong to Brother PSY. Even I am able to stay one step ahead of others in everything now because of this memory. So, you know, why do I have faith? ”

Taeyeon's eyes widened, "You mean? ”

"Maybe that memory really came from someone in the future. It's just fragments, but I seem to be able to see your future. Lim Seung-jae's gaze was a little confused, he didn't know where this memory came from, when he was a child, he just regarded it as a dream, but then he gradually developed, it didn't seem to be like this.

He never said any of these words.

Whether it's his parents, his sister, or Jessica, they're the same.

Just as Taeyeon likes to talk to Lim Seung-jae, Lim Seung-jae also likes to talk to her. "Doesn't it feel mysterious?"

"It's okay, you're a magical person."

Taeyeon wasn't flattering him, she really always felt that Lim Seung-jae was a person who could create miracles, and she trusted him, unconditionally, "Is this song really for me?" Can you sing it to me? ”

Lim Seung-jae had no reason to refuse, and walked to the piano that he hadn't touched for a long time. Lift the lid on the piano and gently unleash your hands on the keys. "It's for you, but don't get me wrong, I'm not because I like you."

"Got it, long-winded!" The atmosphere was originally good, but it was completely broken by Lin Chengzai's words, this guy is sometimes so annoying.

His fingers rose and fell, stretched. Every time he touches the keys, he is as delicate as caressing his skin, showing his understanding and enjoyment of music, and his body makes big movements from time to time, sometimes leaning on the keys. Sometimes the ears are like listening, and the expressions on his face are sometimes smiling, sometimes focused, sometimes with some faint sadness, giving full play to the style of the mood piano.

Under Lim Seung-jae's fingertips, that soft, romantic, sad, and reluctant feeling popped up.

Although he hasn't started singing yet, the piano sound alone is enough to make people intoxicated, Taeyeon looked at him obsessively, Lim Seung-jae's piano sound is very charming, and the people are even more charming. Serious men are the most charming, and Taeyeon has heard such things before, but she doesn't think so.

Right now......

She had to admit that it made a lot of sense.

The man in front of him, every movement, every look, is like perfect art.

All performance techniques are in the service of the music itself. Many virtuoso masters have this understanding, but if you want to really achieve such a state, the first premise is that you must first master "all the playing skills".

Listening to Lim Seung-jae's performance, Taeyeon was also savoring, and the whole person was perfectly integrated with the music, making Lim Seung-jae's gorgeously decorated hall more like a bar full of romantic feelings.

The big finger was gently raised, the key dropped, and the wrist was then lightly studded upward, and the five fingers gently tapped the keys with a sense of dexterity and indescribability.

"Ding Ding Dong ~~~" A sound as clear as a mountain spring sounded, with a crystal-like texture, softly sounded!

After only two bars, Taeyeon tastes a different taste.

Lim Seung-jae's performance is to add emotion, pouring his understanding of the song, and there are some unknown things in it.

"I was easily hurt, easily wept, and easily painful, do you remember? I'm still the same, the same as before. And what will you do with me when you see this? It's easy to turn around, it's easy to move away. But I can't easily forget you, I know that I am still like this, and when you see me like this, you will only call me a fool. ”

The sound of the piano is tinkling, unhurried, naturally with a quiet and indifferent, cold as water artistic conception, although there is no performance of any skills, but it is like a trace of cool spring water, immersed in the heart and spleen, the more you listen, the more you taste!

That faint sadness, without too much treble, but it gives people the feeling of snow in winter.

The sound of the piano and the song are as cold as the moon, even with the slightest wisps of cool air, Taeyeon closes her eyes slightly, and her mind is drawn by this beautiful sound, as if she sees the soft wind under the cherry blossom tree into a bitter love, and through the winter, the piano sound is wisps, and in the whole world, it seems that she is the only one left, in the cold night, intoxicated, and fallen......

Before I knew it, the song had ended, and I had never felt that this song was so short, and Taeyeon opened her eyes and sighed reluctantly, "It's so beautiful!" ”

"Well, it's okay to sing." Lin Seungjae also cleared his throat after singing, and tried to show a smile to sober himself up from that sad mood.

Taeyeon's eyes were sparkling and there was a shallow tear trail on her cheeks, and she pointed to her face, "My makeup is on." ”

"You're not wearing makeup."

"Ah, seeing this, you still don't understand this?" Taeyeon pointed to her tears.

"Hey, how's it going? I'm going to have you sing this song if I can, and if time permits, I'll consider helping you try out a solo album. Have the confidence to sing it, okay? ”

If he hadn't heard Lim Seung-jae's version, Taeyeon would have said yes with confidence.

But now, she can't say yes with her conscience, she doesn't have the confidence to be able to sing better than Lim Seung-jae, "I can't sing better than you, I think it should be the most appropriate for you to sing this song." ”

"What kind of nonsense are you talking about, I'm not a singer, how can I sing."

Taeyeon looked at Lim Seung-jae seriously, to be honest, she liked this song very much, if Lim Seung-jae was really willing to give this song to her, Taeyeon would not refuse, but she didn't understand, why did Lim Seung-jae give this song to her, "Why don't you give it to Sika?" Don't fool me with the nonsense that this song should belong to me. ”

"She's not a good fit for this song, I'll write her a better fit for her, whether you think it's or not, but I really think so." Lim Seung-jae has confidence in himself, even if he doesn't rely on that memory, he can now write good songs.

"Hey, damn guy, are you soaking me right now?" Taeyeon showed suspicious eyes and stared at Lim Seung-jae tightly.

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