Mr. Ba ran away after being pregnant with the cub of the movie star Alpha

It was a birthday, but after waiting for a long time but he didn't come, Wen Lingxin asked him to call Yan Ming himself.

In his hand, he was still holding a beautiful violin, which was just a birthday present from his mother—it turned out that the strings of the violin had been broken by him. Mom played his favorite "Spring Sonata".

The door is in front of you.

He tapped lightly and made three "tuk tuk" sounds, conveying an irrepressible happy mood.

no response.

Didn't dad hear?

He took the handle of the door and tried to turn it.not locked.

So she said obediently, "Dad, I'm coming in", gently pushed the door open, and walked in——

In the ambiguous darkness, there are terrifying "monsters" intertwined.

Disgusting, dirty, filthy--

"monster".

There is also a subtle and weird smell in the air, as if blown from a swamp, damp and sticky.

He heard a "monster" say in a soft and nasal voice: "Mr. Yan, I remember you said before that today is your young master's birthday, is it really okay for you to be here with him? "

Another "monster" let out a low "ah" and said in frustration: "I'm going to die, I almost forgot! The clowns are not waiting right? Oh, what a trouble!"

"boom"!

The violin fell heavily to the ground, and the broken strings continued to hum faintly and unwillingly.

The two "monsters" jumped off the bed in a panic, trying to reach out and grab him, their mouths kept opening and closing, as if they were trying to say something.

can not hear.can not hear.can not hear!

He backed away desperately.

He is going to run away.

Otherwise, he would be caught by the "monsters"—to be caught by the "monsters" and become as dirty as them.

Get away from me... get away from me!

Dirty... so disgusting...!

Don't touch me...don't come near me!

He stumbled and turned around, slamming his head into a soft and thin embrace.

The clouds are as clean and the clouds are as ethereal.

"Mom..." He looked up.

Wen Lingxin's eyes slipped across his face indifferently, and quietly cast her eyes on those two "monsters".

Empty, dazed, tired.

She seemed to say something, but she didn't seem to say anything.

Then she pushed him away gently—gently, but firmly.

Like driving away something dirty and untouchable.

In the ear, there seems to be an old record player rustling, playing the gentle sound that only exists in fantasy.

"Xiao Rong, I wish you a happy 13th birthday!"

"Remember to close your eyes and make a wish before blowing out the candles!"

So, he obediently closed his eyes tightly, puffed up his cheeks——

"call!"

Mom and Dad applauded happily together.

"Happy birthday!"

"Happy birthday!"

"Happy birthday!"

……

"Happy birthday……"

The sound seemed to be stuck suddenly, and it was dragged into a weird creaking sound, gouging the eardrum one after another.

Disappearing in an instant is an absolute silence that is even more absolute than the vacuum of the universe.

Yan Rongqiu raised his eyelashes.

Everything in front of my eyes was blurry and dancing overlapping images, which were finally reassembled into a fixed shape.

He was still standing on the stage, holding the violin, with the hand holding the bow hanging by his side, maintaining exactly the same posture.

However, in just a few minutes, the whispers in the audience became louder and louder, and the live broadcast rooms of several video platforms were about to be maxed out by barrage.

[What's the situation now? 】

[Show the accident? !This is definitely a broadcast accident! 】

【Emmmm, so why are you going to bite the bullet when you obviously don't know it? 】

【Embarrassed enough that I can pick out three rooms and two halls with my toes】

[It's even more suffocating than the time when the stars were pulling their hair out and grabbing the C position in the group photo]

[Since the completion of the Blue Lagoon, such a thing has never happened, has it? 】

[Can capital stop playing with the classical music industry?I feel sick]

Those representatives of Yingli Entertainment looked at each other and smiled even more happily.

I knew that Yan Rongqiu would not be able to step down, but I didn't expect him to be so embarrassed, it was really enjoyable and relieved!

To deal with this kind of person is to destroy his self-esteem, make him suffer unspeakably, let him watch all his efforts come to naught, let him realize that the most important image of the group is lost because of himself in front of millions of people. Destroyed feelings of powerlessness, frustration, shame!

At this moment, Yan Rongqiu was indeed as they expected, gnashing his teeth and hating himself, scolding himself, cursing himself for being weak over and over again.

but……

Can't do it!

In any case, he couldn't recall the most familiar melody, his hands seemed to be restrained by invisible ghosts, firmly restricting all his actions.

Give up?

give up.

Yan Rongqiu's tight breath slowly diffused into the air.

"I……"

Suddenly, the thick darkness surrounding him seemed to be pierced. On the other side of the stage, a white light shrouded suddenly, illuminating a small area.

The halo and light scattered in all directions, wantonly falling on the tall and slender young man beside the piano.

As soon as it touches him, it seems to quickly dim again, and finally disappear.

Because he himself is the most dazzling light source.

"Come on, let's get started."

The young man turned his head and smiled faintly.

"truly--"

"Spring Sonata."