The lyrics are extrely pure, without straightforward expressions of affection, yet every line says, "In my eyes, there’s only you": writing about the evening breeze, the passing street, the unspoken gaze, the heart hidden in the song...
Shen You’an sat not far from his side, able to clearly hear the gentle sound of the strings being plucked. It was clearly a very quiet song, but it seed like tiny currents following the lody, creeping up little by little. Her breathing slowed, afraid of interrupting this mont.
The young man lowered his eyes slightly, his long lashes casting a small shallow shadow below them. His singing manner was so focused and tender.
By the latter part of the song, his voice beca even lighter, even softer, almost whispering to the air. The most tender part of the chorus, he sang very slowly, each word gently landed on the heart.
Without saying love, yet it made the heart tremble more than any bold confession.
As the song ended, the lingering tune quietly dissipated. The young man’s fingers still paused on the last note, only withdrawing slowly after a while.
Gu Xianning lifted his eyes, his gaze quietly falling on Shen You’an, clear and earnest, carrying the unique sincerity and awkwardness of youth.
Shen You’an looked into those eyes and suddenly understood.
This song, from the first line to the last note, was entirely written for her.
In the hopeful eyes of the young man, Shen You’an gently nodded: "It’s very nice, like sumr soda water, sweet but not cloying. Young people will surely like this song. What’s its na?"
"It has no na yet. You’re its first listener; let it be nad by you."
Shen You’an shook her head: "You’re the composer; you should na it."
Gu Xianning quietly glanced at Shen You’an, lowered his eyes and softly agreed.
The liking hidden in the song, unspoken, dispersed with the late spring breeze.
On the ride back, Shen You’an gazed at the nightti scenery passing by the car window, gently lowering the window, allowing the cool night breeze to brush her face. Her chaotic thoughts found space to breathe.
During the ti without work in her past life, she hid in a rented room, listening to many of Rong Xianning’s songs, knowing every one by heart.
She rembered clearly that Rong Xianning’s first album didn’t contain this pure little love song.
In fact, his first album had nothing to do with love; the the was growth and transformation. The title track "Before Dawn" exploded online upon release and later beca an inspirational anthem for countless young people.
Later Rong Xianning released several albums, nearly all of which stayed away from thes of love, yet each song upon release beca a hit, combining creative talent and vocal prowess, winning nurous music awards, every concert packed, becoming the last glory in the music world.
In his exclusive interview, a reporter once asked him why he never created with love as the the, considering that now both film and music thes always revolve around love and hate.
Rong Xianning calmly uttered an answer that surprised everyone.
"Emotion not experienced, however moving, is just made up. I don’t want to use imagination to placate love nor use formulas to please listeners. Maybe when I truly understand, I’ll write, but not now."
Talented people often carry innate pride and arrogance, and Rong Xianning was no exception.
But his never having been in a romantic relationship surprised everyone.
A bold reporter tentatively asked a question not on the list: "Do you not even have soone you like?"
Rong Xianning’s agent frowned and imdiately went to stop the interview. Obviously, this question offended the young superstar, whose current popularity and achievents granted him such consideration and qualifications.
The man raised his hand to stop the agent, perhaps thinking of sothing, a brief flicker of tenderness in his eyes.
"A person like , how could I have the right to talk about liking soone?"
A self-mocking statent, yet it revealed a hidden sense of lancholy and sorrow.
There’s a story here, definitely a story.
But Rong Xianning refused to say more words on this topic.
Later, the public analyzed his micro-expressions from the interview fra by fra, concluding that he definitely had soone he liked, perhaps a white moonlight in his heart hidden too deep.
Who was that person? Later, it beca an unfinished mystery.
The blurred mories gradually beca clear at this mont, with the mature, handso face of a twenty-eight-year-old man overlapping the youthful, handso face of an eighteen-year-old, thus the phrase-like curse "must not be sad" echoed again in the ear.
Rong Xianning rediscovered his identity; the trajectory of his fate also changed accordingly.
Without the three-year silence at the bottom valley, there would be no glory at the mountain peaks.
In this life, he had the love of family, the courage to pursue dreams, and could foresee his future as bright prospects.
So he could no longer suppress himself, freely be himself, smile if he wants to, love if he desires.
Shen You’an understood that song, yet simultaneously felt sowhat sad.
The night wind blew, hair strands tangled in her eyes.
She clearly rembered how warm that coat was, even crossing two tilines, enduring decades of ti, that thread of warmth remained fresh like it was yesterday.
After rebirth, this familiar world felt strangely alien to her. Only she carried those past painful mories during her experiences. She was luckier than everyone because she had the chance to change.
Seeing Rong Xianning in this life, at that mont, she felt a sense of intimacy from the depths of her heart, quite like returning favors as much as possible, practicing those words thoroughly.
Upon knowing he was the last person saved by her father from the fire, the gratitude began to grow complex. She wanted the life her father’s sacrifice saved to live more worthily.
Too many mixed thoughts churned in her mind, leaving her with a splitting headache.
In those scattered fragnts of mories, she suddenly thought of a possibility.
Whether in the past or this life, Rong Xianning never missed visiting her father’s grave every Qingming Festival.
Therefore, he had known a long ti ago that she was the daughter of the lifesaver.
That’s why, when she was at her most embarrassed, he extended a helping hand.
What she thought was an unexpected act of kindness was actually long planned.
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