It's a good song, and the reason why a song is good is because it's a real emotion that is given a soul. The girl played the piano, and her short bob hair danced gently in the light and shadow along with her singing. And she sings tactfully, like an elf singing shallowly, melodious.

It seems to be able to penetrate the hearts of those around you.

The lyrics sing, "Now I won't see you for a while...... Will this mood turn into tears......"

But in fact, it is likely that there are some people who will not be seen for a short time.

The pillar of light shining on the girl faded away, and the lights of the entire stage hall lit up. A series of fresh and melodious notes at the end flowed so that the girl stood up from the side of the piano and bowed downward.

Then there was thunderous applause.

The concert was a success, and the girl had graduated from the conservatory in the early years, and now she is returning to play in the concert hall here, and her music is as clear and crystal clear as people.

In the private discussion of many listeners, they even thought that she was very likely to hold a concert as a rising star in the palace-level chant concert hall in the future. It was a stage that only a giant musician could take on, and it represented a dominant force, and once a concert could be held there, it would be equivalent to being included in the realm of a master. Although it was difficult to get into the Chant Hall, the fact that the demand was so high was that it was recognized for her talent and talent.

In addition to this, she is not only enviable for her talent, but even has a family that can pave the way for her.

Many people praised her, celebrated, and offered flowers backstage, and they all seemed to be some nobles. At least some people only had to nod their heads, and a white-gloved retinue stepped forward to hand out flowers, and the gentleman only had to give her a glittering look of praise and applause.

Next to her was a woman who seemed to be her sister, dressed in the opposite of her restrained and gentle, most conspicuously the long legs of a pair of black stockings under the short skirt and bright red lip gloss, which always provoked the greedy eyes of the males around her. It seemed out of place with the atmosphere created before this concert.

The girl was facing the praise and advice of the crowd or chatting in the arch, and the face under Bobo's head and chin were a little rounded, which made her face even more pleasant, and she looked a little weak, but in fact, she had been dealing with her surroundings properly since just now, and it was obvious that she was familiar with the night after the concert in front of her.

Her long-sleeved and dancing sister whispered something to her in private, presumably pointing out who to say hello and who not to offend. These have partners in the family and preparations to pave the way for her future. But she stood still in front of the young man.

The young man was dressed in civilian clothes, and his face was a little cold, but it seemed that because of the experience along the way, his originally cold and good-looking face did not show the frivolity of his peers, but there was indescribable perseverance between his eyebrows.

The young man was supposed to be one of the people who came to see her concert, but there was a unique bearing that made her stop, and for a moment, the thin eyebrows on her dark brown eyes raised and nodded at him.

The young man nodded in response, and then walked up to her and handed out a letter, "Someone entrusted me with this letter." ”

The letter is simple and ordinary in appearance, but in this year it is possible to use brown paper to bind letters instead of electronic letters, and the person who always sends the letter wants the letter to have some weight.

The girl was stunned for a moment, and after seeing the words "To Avril" on the cover, her brown eyes widened, and the hand that took the letter trembled slightly.

Her sister, who was chatting with a few dignitaries, seemed to notice her abnormality, and her eyes glanced over from time to time, looking at Lin Hai, an uninvited guest in casual clothes, her eyes were a little unfriendly.

A moment later she walked over, patted her shoulder under the gaze of everyone, and asked, "What's wrong?" "Even though it's backstage at the concert, Avril Lavril is still the center. People would chat with each other, but more often than not, because of her concerts.

Her sister swept some of the contents of the letter, her face changed suddenly, and she immediately sank, staring at Lin Hai, and her lips with bright red lip gloss were no longer the gentle and charming tone when she communicated with celebrities and dignitaries just now, but a kind of vigilance and pride, "Do you know Hamand?" We don't have anything to do with him, don't come and pester our family with people like you! ”

"Sister!" Avril interrupted her domineering remarks and turned back earnestly, "I'll take care of it!" You go over first, and I'll come back to you later! ”

The woman's face changed a few times, and then she turned away, "Anyway, you are so self-conscious!" Think about your future! ”

******

"You're his friend...... Are you, a Formula 2 pilot over there in Milan? ”

After a while, the girl began to ask.

"Sort of."

"After the equation of the Milan star sector, I didn't know for a long time that he died......"

"You didn't watch the live stream at the time?"

"No......" Avril shook her head, her eyes were still slightly red, and her short hair fluttered gently with a gentle shake, "You don't know? Because the cosmic cross-space communication needs the support of the Ansebo base station, only the most important information will circulate, and the five star regions are actually relatively closed...... Even the networks are their own wide area networks, and they cannot be connected across satellite regions unless they pass through the Ansebo base station. The live broadcast of Formula 2 in the Milan Star Zone has not yet had the luxury of occupying the Anse band for transmission...... And even if there is a flow, it is not all...... Filtered a lot of sensitive information......"

The girl paused, "But I heard about his death...... It's offended a great nobleman......"

"Lily Family ......"

Helpless, sentimental.

There was once a boy and a girl, they were neighbors, they grew up together, and after the age of twelve, the girl's family began to rise, so she left Milan and went to the capital star district to develop. Imperial Capital Star and Milan are far apart, and if the ideal communication is purely based on photoelectric signals, it will take 75 years for a message to be sent to the girl's mobile phone. If a twelve-year-old boy sends a message to a girl like "How are you?" the girl will receive it seventy-five years later, and she will probably have a full house of children and grandchildren.

Ordinary people can't use the real-time transmission of the Ansebo signal, and even if they can use it, it is expensive, and the boy who has nothing and the girl who has nothing have made a pact to come and go often, but at a distance of seventy-five light-years away where even light can't do anything, to keep in touch, they can only use guò to have the ability to jump in space to fly back and forth between Milan and the capital star from time to time.

And the carrier that carries the communication between the two is the most primitive kraft letters.

It took months to communicate back and forth, but the two of them did it month after month, year after year.

In this interstellar era where people around you, people around you, and people around you can flirt with countless people in one day with their personal terminals, in an era when men and women are only greedy and ambiguous with each other's body temperature, and they don't even want to say a few more words except for the most direct and naked carnal desires.

There were two boys and girls, who had been in constant correspondence with a letter that smelled of brown paper and pen and ink for two or three months, and she witnessed the sweat of his sweat, the first girl he loved, and he liked the smell of soap on her body, and the way she walked out of the sun, as vaguely as when she left.

So she wrote back with some sourness, telling about the uprightness of the boy she had liked, and the white shirt of the other party...... The first love, the first frustration, the first distrust, the first person who failed the person, many firsts and many things after that.

He "watched" her every birthday party and her growth, the step-by-step realization of her musical talent, and her metamorphosis.

She "watched" his every hard training and mech confrontation, and imagined that one day when the boy would become the high-profile pilot, and she would become a musician with a dazzling halo, they would no longer have to be hindered by the unattainable forces of their youth, and they would finally be able to walk in front of each other.

The hand of the son.

But looking at the last letter in front of me, it was "How are you?" The last epistle of these years.

The girl who sang the elf-like song in the concert hall just now seemed to open the valve of memory, and all kinds of past surges out, and the funny thing is that they have not seen each other since the age of twelve, and they can discuss the first kiss with the opposite sex unscrupulously, but they are reluctant to give each other a recent photo or video, because they seem to believe that one day, the tall pilot will cross time and space to stand in front of the girl playing the piano. They are careful to be the best version of themselves and then keep that moment coming.

The story is neither complete nor beautiful, but it is so pure that the girl looks at this last letter and tears fall.

What a wonderful boy was waiting for her.

And now he's stuck at 75 light-years forever.

"So, how did he die?"

The girl eventually looked up.

Lin Hai was silent for a moment and said, "He's ...... To save me. ”

The light and shadow stayed on the young man's body, and gradually disappeared.

The young man turned around, as if he had completed a trust, leaving the girl's thin figure and leaving forever.

"Wait!"

The girl's voice sounded, and she looked at it with red eyes, "At least...... Let me treat you to a meal! ”