"What do you call a handsome guy?"

"Ziying fell down Chang'an, Shuoyu Xiao Xiao Runjiangcheng, my name is An Yushuo, friends, hello everyone!" An Yushuo generously took the microphone handed over by the staff and introduced. He was an honor student in college, often participated in some on-campus activities, and did not have any psychological fear of the stage.

"O great poet!"

"Don't dare, don't dare."

"You don't seem to be nervous at all, do you often go on stage?"

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm used to it."

"You're so humorous."

After a few words of greeting back and forth, it was regarded as warming the stage, and Bai Qiuling went straight to the topic, "Poet Anda, what do you think we are going to sing in chorus today?" Is it my masterpiece "Red Face", or "Dream Fall", or "Butterfly Language"? Bai Qiuling was afraid that he would be embarrassed, so he said some songs with a relatively high degree of singing, which fans who sang in concerts before would sing together.

An Yushuo was embarrassedly silent, he really hadn't sung Bai Qiuling's song much, and he forgot to answer for a while. Bai Qiuling looked at him with an embarrassed face, and he couldn't laugh or cry, "If you can't sing these three songs, you can sing something else, I can get you my songs, don't worry." ”

An Yushuo groaned, "I want to see ......" inadvertently glanced at the familiar figure under the stage, looking at your ex-girlfriend who was working with me, and my heart ached. He never thought that after less than two months of separation, she already had a sweet new love, and the joys and sorrows of people are not the same. Yang Guo seemed to notice the gaze on the stage, sneered and said something to the side.

Looking at Yang Guo's smiling face, An Yushuo, who was originally going to sing a few sentences casually, was angry for a while, and he didn't know where he got the courage, so he asked coldly: "Can I sing something else?" ”

The unexpected answer made Bai Qiuling raise his eyebrows, slightly displeased, "No, isn't it handsome, are you really my fan?" "An Yushuo's seat is a VIP seat, which has to make Bai Qiuling suspect that he is here to smash the field." Handsome guy, there is no copyright in ordering other people's songs. ”

An Yushuo understands very well that although the development of the entertainment industry is not thriving, it is thriving, and it attaches great importance to copyright awareness.

An Yushuo understood that this was misunderstood, and hurriedly half-jokingly: "It's my own original track, and I won't mess up your concert." ”

This sentence really shocked Bai Qiuling for a long time, if it wasn't for the troublemaker, not to talk about whether the song was good or not, this person's courage was enough to impress her, but she herself was not optimistic about it. And the call for "let him sing" in the audience is even more constant, whether it is out of expectation or disdain. Bai Qiuling debuted as an original songwriter and songwriter, and he was already a genius singer-songwriter, and fans felt that their idols were provoked and gradually became irritable. Only An Wan looked at the stage nervously, her eyes full of worry.

Bai Qiuling didn't joke when he saw him, since he wanted to challenge, he would follow the fans' wishes, and she also wanted to see if An Yushuo had real talent, "What instrument do you need?" ”

An Yushuo looked around and his eyes fell on the band's guitar, "A guitar is fine, thank you." ”

Bai Qiuling nodded and motioned for the accompanist to bring the guitar over. After An Yushuo took it and thanked him, he played with it twice and began to adjust the timbre. Looking at his skillful posture, Bai Qiuling couldn't help but look forward to it a little, "I don't know what song you plan to sing?" ”

An Yushuo didn't look up, "Gentleman." ”

Bai Qiuling was not optimistic about this singing, although he had some expectations, he had obviously begun to prepare to save the scene. Therefore, when the prelude sounded, Bai Qiuling was still thinking until An Yushuo's low, slightly magnetic voice sounded.

"It's been a long time since I've seen any characters / Dressed up carefully / The cufflinks of the white shirt were given by you / Try to act like you don't care / Frequently expose the ...... of self-deception"

The sound is in the ears, and the words are heart-wrenching. There is no love in every sentence, there is love everywhere, a pair of old people, two parallel lines, and a weak monologue.

"Can you give me a left hand/Will you lead you to the other side of the road/I'll be the same as before/Looking at the passing cars/The distance between our brows is furrowed/Quickly return to the appearance of passers-by/The more polite I am, the more scared I am/A gentleman must let go"

(Original singer: Xue Zhiqian)

There was no more noise at the scene, and scattered sobs were scattered in the vast audience. The audience tacitly waved glow sticks, silently remembering the person in their hearts. At the end of the song, like a chain reaction, the applause was overwhelming. Bai Qiuling silently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and applauded as well.

An Yushuo seemed to be in a hallucination for a while, and the warm applause around him had nothing to do with him. He never believed he was lucky. Twenty-two years, from one autumn to another, from elementary school to university, from ignorance to gradual silence. Walked past some people, some walked past me. Stop-and-go, just like that, I spent my youth.

His family is average, not wealthy, and not yet well-off. Both parents were residents, and they went to An Yushuo when he was very young, leaving only him and his sister An Yimo. At that time, he was still young, and in order to support the two of them, his sister took over the task of supporting the family by herself, working and living, and her thin body supported this family that was close to being broken. Looking at his sister's increasingly haggard body, he hated himself, hated why he couldn't help her a little - his sister was also a first-class beauty back then. Fortunately, An Yushuo was very competitive, and finally with his own efforts, he was admitted to the Music Department of Jiangcheng Art Academy and graduated successfully.

But life did not stop there, my sister died unexpectedly last year, and the biological father of the child was not revealed before her death, leaving only a 7-year-old niece An Wan. An Yushuo licked his girlfriend who finally agreed after two years, and left resolutely when he heard that he filled in a "drag oil bottle". That night, he was drunk and unconscious, not only because of the breakup, but also because of the guilt of his sister - his sister also funded the relationship. In the end, An Wan dragged him back.

An Wan is in the second grade at Yunxi Primary School, and her grades are very good. Although he is still young, he is very sensible, like a very intimate little padded jacket. Life is as calm as a stagnant lake, in the future, he will accompany An Wan to grow up and live with her until she gets married and walks her life plainly. He didn't blame her, after a year of getting along, she had completely healed An Yushuo's heart.

Until...... Some memories that do not belong to him appear.

An Yushuo didn't know where they came from, they swarmed into his brain, like a cosmic explosion (although he didn't know what a cosmic explosion looked like), filled up, and had a terrible headache. He hesitated, he feared, he even doubted that he was not himself, but he did not dare to let his niece notice my abnormality, quietly waiting for the result, pretending to be like every day. However, the imaginary storm did not come, and time passed, so that it was believed that they did not harm him. An Yushuo didn't know if this would be a good sign, but it did exist, affecting and changing him.