C1 Time for a Song

There's a whole world ahead.

Music was an art that reflected human life and emotions.

"Be good, Xuan. Mommy will go and fetch daddy. She will be back soon ~"

The sound of the drizzle, the rustling of leaves, the sound of the car horn... Nature played the specific music outside the window.

There were dishes on the table, and the lid was covering them to keep them warm. Thirteen candles were inserted into the birthday cake, but they were not lit. Thirteen was an inauspicious number. The thirteen year old youth collapsed on the bed and stopped pretending. His stomach was uncomfortable. It was probably because he drank soy milk from his deskmate in the morning, which was a bit bad. The small room was quiet. It was a simple white wall. The simple wardrobe and bed looked extremely simple and crude, but in the corner of the wall... There was an expensive piano with black paint on it. The white keyboard was flawless and very beautiful.

The clock was ticking on the wall. The young man didn't know that he wouldn't be able to wait for his mother to come home.

"The farewell ceremony for Lady Ye Wan's body begins now..."

In the crematorium, there were many people in the mourning hall that had been booked with money. His mother was a piano teacher when she was alive and taught a lot of children. Including him. The black suit he was wearing was bought to perform on stage. He didn't expect it to be suitable for such an occasion. The people around him were wiping their tears. He had been watching his mother crying for three nights. Now, he didn't cry.

"Please stand solemnly and mourn in silence! Sorrow music."

Sad music was also music. The young man's empty mind unconsciously drew five parallel lines. Composite numbers, variable numbers, serial numbers, pause symbols and musical notes... Everything that should be there was there, even though it was the first time he had heard it. However, he could write it with pen and paper. It was said that this was a talent given by his parents' powerful genes. But now, it seemed like there was nothing worth being happy about.

"The deceased has passed, please give your thanks to your family members."

His father walked out from the family, also wearing a black suit, he didn't know if it was a performance suit. His mother loved this man deeply, but he hated him... This man who loved music didn't have the concept of home. He and his mother followed behind him and suffered a lot. And now this man killed his mother!

"Guests, let's go around the spirit and pay our respects to the deceased, and pay our respects to the family members."

The young man finally raised his head slightly and looked at his mother's corpse in the middle of the mourning hall. It was not because he was sick that his face looked very full. After putting on makeup, it was exactly the same as sleeping. His family and friends walked around the body, walking past their row of relatives. Each and every one of them. He shook hands and hugged. He seemed very quiet among the relatives. Standing not far away, his grandmother was already crying her heart out.

"Family members, please go around the spirit for a week and say goodbye for the last time."

He did not remember anyone's face. He only remembered his mother's smiling face and his father's tearless face.

When the staff came over to push the body away, he originally wanted to rush over and stop them from doing so. However, he only took a small step forward and his knees went soft. He knelt on the ground. His stomach was very uncomfortable and painful. It was already the fourth day. He didn't tell anyone. He didn't know if he was going to die soon. Like his mother, it didn't matter where he went, as long as they didn't separate...

In the end, he, who should have been carrying the urn, was sent to the hospital in an emergency. His mother's last trip actually benefited that man!

... "" He opened his eyes again. The ward was far more luxurious than he had imagined. He remembered that after his father's company went bankrupt, not only did his family not have money, but they also owed a lot of money. Was it a joke to stay in such a high-class ward?

"Why didn't you say that your stomach hurts? ! My stomach almost got punctured! "

... "Get lost."

" What did you say?! Who would talk to their father like that!?"

"Sorry, I rarely talk to dad. Right now, I only know how to say this word. Get lost, get lost immediately!"

"I'm also very sad that your mother got into a car accident. How can you..."

"I promised to go home, why would I drink outside? If you don't have money, what kind of alcohol do you want to drink? If it wasn't for you, would Mom have gotten into a car accident? I'm thirteen years old this year, and I've only seen you for less than a year! What about Mom? How many words did you say to Mom? "

"You're still young. You don't understand the relationship between men and their careers at all! You... "

"Men? You really have the nerve to call yourself a man! "

The slap was very heavy, and his face instantly swelled up. But it didn't matter. It didn't matter whether it hurt or not. Yan Xuan had never been afraid of pain since he was young! Did he have to swallow his anger like his mother? What a joke! If it wasn't for the fact that he didn't have many opportunities to see this man, he would have started scolding him!

"It's only right and proper for me to hit my son. I have nothing to say. However, this is the last slap. From now on, as long as you make me feel pain, I will make you feel pain a hundred times, a thousand times more! "

" It really is! You are exactly the same as your grandfather! He looks down on me, and you look down on me! Hmph hmph, but it doesn't matter, let me tell you! I'll definitely succeed in showing you! Just you wait!"

Seriously, how could there be such a father? It was extremely boring.

It was quite tiring to be so excited right after waking up. After his father left, the young man closed his eyes tiredly, and the melodious sound of the piano kept ringing in his ears. In a trance, he saw his mother sitting solemnly in front of the piano, her slender and beautiful fingers moving up and down as she pressed the piano keys. Her entire body was shining. She was clearly a person who loved music. But why was there so much difference?

A week later, the people who came to pick him up were his grandmother and a pregnant auntie. He had seen her a few times. She was his mother's good friend and also a popular singer. Her name was Wen Qing.

"Xuan, you scared Grandma to death. Your mother just left. If anything happens to you..."

"Auntie Wang, don't be sad. Isn't Xuan fine? Let's pack up and go home."

Aunt Wen liked to smile. She had a cheerful personality and her singing was very special. What was special was not her voice, but her resonance. The way she spoke was unique and had a taste. He had heard her song before. And he liked it. Those who liked her songs, and those who liked her... Because she was very good to her mother, very good, even though she was busy... The number of times she came to his house could be counted on one hand.

After that, on the day that his mother left, he covered the piano with a white blanket. He didn't ask a single question about his father. He was a loner between home and school. He didn't want to touch anything related to music. It was not until his Grandma tearfully told him that his mother bought a lot of life insurance when she was alive. The beneficiary was his father, and then his father took the money without hesitation. He restarted the music production company and did not leave anything for them.

"Grandma, don't cry. I'll go look for him."

"Xuan, don't argue with him. We'll pretend that there's never been that man!"

"Grandma, he's there. Why should we pretend not to have him? I'll go ask for alimony. He has to give it to me. "

So he used money from his mother's death to stay in a high-class ward? So his mother knew that he would die? Was it really his mother's insurance? Did he really die in a car accident? Was it? Is that so!

He lowered his head and ran all the way to the music production company that man had just opened. The front door was not very big and looked very unique, but in his eyes, he only felt that the company was dripping with blood and it was unsightly to the eye! He met Aunt Wen here, the auntie that he thought should hate that man as much as he did!

"Xuan? Are you looking for Dad?"

"Why is Aunt Wen here? "

"Me?! I'm here to record."

"Why are you recording here?! Why are you helping this man record? "

"Xuan..."

"Are you worthy of my mother by doing this? ! He is the murderer! You actually helped him!!"

" Xuan! Hey, Xuan! Don't run around! "

If you have anything to say, say it! Boys, don't shrink back! Don't be silent, silence will only make you look very pitiful!

His grandfather always taught him this, and then passed away when he was eight years old. He had originally come to find that man to fight, but now he felt very tired. He was so tired that he couldn't scold him anymore. In a trance, he ran with all his might. It was hard to say if he had not thought of running to the middle of the road and ending everything! But he did not do so. It was not that he was afraid, but he felt that it was not worth it. He could not be angry because of that man. He would seek death!

"You are finally back. Aunt Wen is also waiting for you. We are all anxious to death..." Grandma's face was full of wrinkles. Since a few years ago, she cried too many times. He could not bear to see her sad anymore. He lowered his head towards her and admitted his mistake.

But he did not want to see Aunt Wen. There was already a huge gap between them.

"Xuan, I heard from you, Grandma, that you have not touched the zither recently?"

"Go out."

"Xuan..."

"Please leave! Don't touch my mother's piano, I think you're dirty!"

"Hey ~ if you say that again, Auntie will get angry ~"

"Go out, hmm..."

"What's wrong?! Where do you feel uncomfortable? "

His lungs were probably exploding from anger.

However, it was actually because he hadn't eaten anything all day and was running all over the place... His stomach felt cold. Grandma cooked porridge for him and made him eat medicine. After that, she asked him to lie down. Aunt Wen, who had a big belly, did not leave. She kept accompanying him by the side.

"Give me four minutes. Only four minutes. Will you give me the time after that? You decide ~"

Taking advantage of the fact that he was unable to move, Aunt Wen stuffed headphones into his ear. Although he resisted, he had been influenced by her. He understood in his heart: Four minutes was about the time for one song. A beautiful melody gradually rang out in his earpiece, followed by a song. The musical notes began to float uncontrollably in his mind again, ignoring all prejudices and prejudices. It was a very good song, whether it was a composition or a composition. It was also the interpretation of Aunt Wen's singing.

"Does it sound good? It's a song written by your father. The name of the song is' Time of A Song '." Wen Qing helped him take off his headphones and said with a smile.

..." It's unpleasant to hear. " He didn't open his eyes and said hatefully.

"Then the last song is the same song your mother sang. Don't you want to hear it?" The warm smile on his face became bigger, even more like a child than him.

... "" Of course, he wanted to hear it.

His mother's voice and skills were not as good as Aunt Wen's, but her feelings were much stronger. Music was an expression. He did not want to admit that in the song, he heard his mother's passionate and gentle love for that man.

"Your talent in music far exceeds your parents', so there are some things I don't need to say, right? I will help your father record the song because of your mother, but your father is also talented. It's just that I haven't achieved my goal for the time being."

... "I won't forgive him, forever."

"Mm, I understand your feelings ~ Then let's not talk about your father. Speaking of which, your mom has two wishes in her life: one is that your dad's company can be successful and realize his dreams. The other is that you can become a music producer more outstanding than your dad. "

... ""

" What do you think? Since you can't kill him to pay with your life, how about surpassing him? I also feel that he is very excessive towards Wan Wan and you. I support your side!"

"... " Then, in the future, sing the songs I wrote. Don't sing the songs he wrote anymore!"

"Well, I also chose this song. If you write better than him, I'll sing the songs you wrote."

"No problem! I'll definitely write better than him!"

"Hahaha, that's more like it ~ Ah, I forgot to introduce you. This is Little Princess Yan. She will also be an outstanding singer in the future than Auntie!"

"You mean the baby in your belly? How do I know if it is a male or female baby?"

"Ah, this is a secret. But when Yan grows up, Xuan will also write a song for her, right?"

"Why should I write a song for her?"

"Because Xuan is the older brother. In the future, the matter of Yan becoming a singer will be left to Xuan, okay?"

Lyi Yan swore that she probably heard it at that time, so she kicked her mother in the stomach without hesitation. She protested! But later on, Yan Xuan told her that her mother held his hand at that time. How did it feel? She felt it! That intrepid kick said to him:

"Look, Yan agreed."