As soon as you enter the room, you can feel the owner's intentions for this room, which is different from the coldness of other places in the house, and the various furnishings of this room will give people a different feeling.

The overall tone of the room is warm, and there are many photos of Lu Xiaoxiao, from young to old...... The changes from year to year can be seen in the photos. But whether it is when he is young or in his 50s, Lu Xiaoxiao is undoubtedly beautiful.

On the desk in the room, there are many things about Si Chengyu scattered around, including photos, newspaper clippings, propaganda posters, videotapes, CDs, etc......

There is also a stack of letterheads, on which there is Junxiu's handwriting, and countless words "Si Chengyu" are written.

"After my mother died, my father didn't touch this room. Mu Ang's words seemed to explain Su Ai's doubts at the moment.

That is, here is reserved a qiē on the day of the death of the landing Xiao Xiao.

Therefore, even the futon on the bed has not been touched, and it remains open.

Su Ai suddenly regretted it, she brought yì into this room, perhaps it was a cruel decision for Mu Ang, because once he entered here, it would be equivalent to making him face the fact that his mother committed suicide again.

"We ...... Let's get out first. She said, taking him by the hand and trying to take him out of the room.

"What's the matter, didn't you really want to see this room before?" he said, puzzled.

"Yes, I wanted to see, but it would be ...... for you to let you into this room like this," she bit her lip, a little unable to speak.

"It doesn't matter anymore. Maybe for me, it's because of you that I have the courage to step into this room again. Mu Ang took Su Ai to a piano not far from the bedside, "In the past, whenever my mother wanted to listen to me play the piano, I would play the music that Si Chengyu had played before in front of this piano, and at that time, my mother would listen very attentively and seriously, as if what I played was the most beautiful song in the world." ”

After a pause, his fingers seemed to be nostalgic brushing the lid of the piano, "When I was a child, I thought I played well, so my mother liked to listen to it so much, but when I grew up, I realized that what my mother liked to listen to was not my piano sound, but just listening to the piano music, which could make her think of Si Chengyu." ”

Speaking of this, Mu Ang suddenly chuckled, and in his laughter, there was even a hint of self-deprecation, "Do you know? My piano, which is very long, is actually imitating Si Cheng Yu, and the more I play Si Cheng Yu, the happier my mother will be." ”

Su Ai suddenly felt that her nose was so sour. Although the man in front of him does not have any material scarcity, in the eyes of others, he is the pride of the sky, and he can do whatever he wants.

It's just that the things that ordinary children can have the most have have become so difficult for him.

"In the future, your piano doesn't have to imitate Si Chengyu, you can play any song you want to play, and interpret it in the way you like!" she said, now he can let go of that burden, and he can gradually find himself!

"yes. The corners of his lips twitched, and his eyes looked at him warmly.

Her eyes looked around the room again, but at the position of the bedside table, she saw a photo album, and when Su Ai opened the photo album, she flickered.

The photos in the album turned out to be all photos of Muang.

Since childhood, Su Ai has never seen these photos before, because she mentioned them to him at the beginning, but Mu Ang refused. And now, looking at the photos, she somewhat understands why Muang would refuse.

In the photos, almost all of them are just Mu Ang, even though there are occasional photos of him and his parents taken together, but the expressions of the three of them are cold, not at all like a family photo.

Among these photos, she couldn't find a single photo of a smile, which was so different from those in her home.

Su Ai looked at it in surprise, and Mu Ang on the side was obviously surprised, he didn't expect his photo album to be in his mother's room.

"How can it be ......," he said in a low voice, and then tried to withdraw the album from her hand, "It's nothing to look at, don't look at ......" The voice actually carried a hint of begging.

However, Su Ai did not let go of the hand holding the album, but looked at Mu Ang seriously and said, "Ang, I want to know your Yiqiē, whether it is good or bad." And, I want to know about the former Ang, and the more I know, the more I find out that I love you. ”

His hand slowly let go.

She flipped through the photo album and read it page by page, as if she was watching him grow up, from childhood, to elementary school, to junior high school, to high school...... And my understanding of him is gradually deepening.

And when the album turned to the last page, there was a sticky note, and there was a beautiful handwriting on the note, "I'm sorry", this handwriting is the same as the handwriting on the desk just now "Si Chengyu".

Therefore, the words on this note were written by Lu Xiaoxiao.

"This was written by your mother, right?" asked Su Ai.

Obviously, Mu Ang was also shocked by this note, and looked at the note in Su Ai's hand in a daze, and after a long time, he said in an almost murmuring voice, "I don't know...... When did this come about......"

In his memory, the note was not in the album.

"Then this album has always been kept with your mother?" asked Su Ai again.

Mu Ang shook his head, "No, the last time I saw my mother, the album wasn't here. ”

In other words, it was Lu Xiaoxiao who brought it to the room to see later, and it was more likely to ...... Su Ai felt that it might be Lu Xiaoxiao who took it before he was about to commit suicide, and the note was the last words left by a mother to her child.

I'm sorry...... In fact, in Lu Xiaoxiao's heart, what she finally thought about was not only Si Chengyu, but also her son!

"Ang, your mother actually really loves you, but she doesn't know how to express it, and she doesn't know how to make up for it, so she looks at these photos and leaves you such words. Su Ai told Mu Ang of her thoughts.

"Love ......" his eyes lowered slightly, staring straight at the note in his hand, "She said she loved me, but she died in the end. ”

But even so, at that moment, her heart was not only Si Chengyu, but also yours. Aang, don't doubt your mother's love for you, maybe she woke up and knew that she had done many things to be sorry for you, but she had been crazy for too long, so long that there were some things that she couldn't make up for. Su Ai hated the harm that Lu Xiao Xiao had caused to Mu Ang, but on the other hand, she sympathized with Lu Xiao Xiao, a woman who only loved one man too much, so she ignored the others.

However, what she knows best is that Mu Ang's heart has this love for his mother, so she is grateful to Lu Xiaoxiao for what he did at the end, at least it proves that Lu Xiaoxiao's heart is still divided into a corner for Ang.

Click!

His tears rolled down his eyes and dripped onto the sticky note, slightly blurring the handwriting on it.

"Does she love me, does she really love me?" he muttered over and over again, like a child longing for the answers he had been looking for.

"Yes, she loves you, you are her child, no mother does not love her own child!" she hugged him, held him tightly in her arms, and said in a gentle voice, "You are not loved by no one, you have me who loves you, your mother who loves you, and your father...... In his heart, he must also love you, but he ignored it, and it may take some time to find out slowly. ”

Her voice was like a light in the darkness, dispelling the darkness and pain in his heart one by one.

His hands, clasping her tightly, wept bitterly in her arms.

"Ah...... Ah......" This cry is like crying out all the longing, loss, resentment, and hope for my mother over the years.

And she has been holding him tightly, feeling the wetness in her chest, and said to herself in her heart, this man, she wants to accompany him to the end of the world.

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Su Ai felt that Mu Ang seemed to have untied the knot in his mother's heart, and the cold aura on his body was slowly decreasing, replaced by a warm feeling.

Perhaps, he should have been a very gentle person, but it was only because of his family that he gradually became indifferent.

When Su Ai handed over the revised spring song to Brother Guan, this time, there was an obvious surprise in Brother Guan's eyes.

"Xiao Ai, this song...... You ......" Brother Guan was a little surprised, although Su Ai didn't revise much this time, but sometimes, often modifying a few small places can make the feeling of the song go up a few steps, just like the so-called finishing touch.

"Brother Guan, what do you think of this song?" asked Su Ai.

"Okay, absolutely good!" Brother Guan praised without hesitation, "Xiao Ai, when this song is really on the market, you shouldn't have to worry too much about it in the future." ”

In other words, as long as it becomes a hit, not only can the price of composition be raised a lot, but also more initiative. And in this circle, there are many people who rely on a song to eat a generation.

Su Ai only smiled modestly and said, "It was after listening to this piece that day that Mu Ang helped me point out some shortcomings, so that I could revise it to the way it is now." ”

This is not the case, and some people have pointed out deficiencies, but they are not able to correct them. "It is the so-called ordinary hard work and accumulation that can change from quantity to quality at a certain time.

When Su Ai walked out of Brother Guan's office, she finally put her mind at ease, it seems that there is no need to worry about the matter of the song.