Reborn Star Singer

"Hello, I'm a reporter from LUTV. Valentine's Day is coming soon. We are doing an interview about love. I want to ask you about your views on love, or what do you think is love for each other?"

The black-haired boy in a beret hat was standing on the fountain square with a microphone in his hand, asking the couples he came and going, but he never got the answer he wanted.

As a love resort, Fountain Square will gather quite a few couples on weekends.

However, Alva did not get the answer he wanted.

On a hot day, Alva looked at the crowds who came and went in cool clothes, scratched his stuffy and hot wig, and became very irritable.

"Is there any progress?" The cold drink stuck to his face, and the cool water dripped down his cheeks. Alva shivered from the cold, and turned to see Gran in casual clothes by his side.

Listlessly accepting the cold drink that Gran handed over, he shook his head, opened the recording pen and looked at the answers he got.

"Love is to give every salary to the wife. If the wife says one thing, I won't say anything." Alva looked at such words with a headache, and collapsed on the bench in frustration. "It's all and nothing. I thought it would be very simple. I even borrowed LUTV's press card for this time, but it didn't come in handy."

"It's okay, there's still a lot of time." Gran sat beside Alva and patted the top of the white fluffy head.Alva tilted his chair and looked up at the dazzling sun, and fell on Gran's lap.

After a while, Alva couldn't help asking,

"...Brother, if I lose...what will happen?"

"Probably the recognition you've gained all along will disappear, from a singer who has attracted attention to a tragic loser." Grann took a sip of his cold drink, looked at the frolicking crowd in the distance, and spoke bluntly.

Alva sighed when he heard the words, propped up his upper body and looked at Gran,

"I know this, can't you comfort me?"

"Does it make sense?" Gran asked.

Alva was at a loss for words, fell on Gran again, closed his eyes and rested in frustration.Gran patted Alva's back lightly, and said in a cold voice among the noisy crowd in summer, "Rumors don't last for a month, and no one spreads them after a month. No matter how people talk about you now, they will eventually be heard by new people." Besides, you clearly know that what you care about is not the honor given by others."

"Then why do I feel sad?" Alva asked slowly, lying on Gran's lap.

"We always hope that others will like us." Grann's voice rang softly with the flowing water, and the laughter of children in the distance came. "Because we have expectations, we feel sad when we don't get a response. But some It doesn't matter if you don't get a response."

"I will always be with you, we will always be with you, there are always some people who are willing to believe in you and stay with you. What is really important to you is not everyone, but a small group of people. Is that enough?"

"Hearing what you said, I suddenly felt like a willful child who lost his temper because he didn't get attention." Alva smiled helplessly, and at the same time he was relieved. "Speaking of which, Hedgehog also said something similar."

"No matter what others say, you are my alumni, my recognized opponent, and my friend!" The hedgehog's passionate declaration was still in his ears, and Alva repeated with a smile, "Mr. Supervisor is too."

"Being believed by many people, but still being depressed here, that's not okay!" Alva sat up suddenly, and swigged his drink

"It's so cold." Shaking, even though his teeth were chattering from the cold, he still gulped down his drink. Standing in the sun, Alva said solemnly,

"This time, I must sing a song that expresses my love!"

Granto raised the corner of his mouth with his drink and looked at his younger brother who suddenly became more energetic. He was really relieved to see him aggressively plunge into the crowd again.

"Young man, it's really easy to worry and forget." The old man who was sitting at the side feeding the pigeons suddenly said.

Gran looked at the hunched old man and said with a smile, "This is also a good thing, isn't it?"

The old man stopped feeding the pigeons, raised his loose eyelids and looked at Gran, "But because of forgetfulness or rough nerves, many important things will be missed."

"His words, no."

"I'm really confident." The old man also smiled, took out a handful of bread crumbs and sprinkled them on the ground.Gran's gaze continued to follow the young man who was busy in the crowd, while the old man continued to stare at the white dove in front of him.

"Would you mind listening to me tell my story?" Gran asked suddenly.

"Ah, people are old, their ears are hard of hearing, and their memory is not good. If you want to say it, you can say it, but I may not be able to hear it clearly, and I may not remember it if I hear it clearly." The old man scratched his ear, He patted his head.

Gran leaned against the wooden back of the bench and smiled, as the old man acquiesced

"A long, long time ago, I just liked watching him through the crowd."

"Whether it's playing or finishing the homework assigned by my father, I want to see what he is doing before I can do what I am doing with peace of mind. However, every time I look at him, he His eyes are always looking elsewhere, which is somewhat disappointing."

"What he was looking at, what he was thinking, I didn't understand at all, but when I finally summoned up the courage to ask, he had become cold to everyone, completely lifeless."

"Do you need my help, or do you have something to say to me? I asked him this way, but he just gave me a cold look and walked away."

"There are always various materials piled up in the room. There is very little time for playing every day, and there is always a lot of time for sitting at the table focused every day, with no expression on his face." Gran recalled with a smile, counting down Looking at the picture in memory. "I don't laugh, but I don't cry either. I don't look like me at all."

It's not like the two brothers at all, everyone who has seen it says so.

While talking, Gran couldn't laugh anymore.

"If you don't want to do it, you don't have to do it... In this case, if you want to say it but don't say it, if you are unhappy, you can tell me. If you are alone, I can accompany you. No matter what others say, we are Brother. These, all, cannot be said."

"Who he is, and who he is to others, means nothing to me."

"For me, he is just my younger brother, the most precious younger brother. No matter who he was in the past, who he is now, or who he will be in the future, whether he succeeds or falls, he will always be my younger brother." The hot wind blows, blowing the whispering confession to the lake surface of the fountain wishing pool, causing ripples in circles.

"I can't laugh because I'm not happy, and I can't cry because I'm not sad. Because love cares about everything, so I can't laugh out loud without caring about my past, so I can't cry. Once I cry, someone will be sad along with me."

"My younger brother is unexpectedly gentle in different aspects, and also unexpectedly easy to feel uneasy. Although he is much better than before, he is still worrying. It should be said that he can't help but want to take care of him. Or, it is my own gaze that involuntarily wants to follow his figure."

"The so-called love is actually selfish, timid, wronged but happy, just like down feathers floating in the air." Glenn looked at the erratic down feathers in the air, and suddenly said, "From time to time, I worry that I will fall to the ground, and sometimes I will fall to the ground because of accidents. A ray of sunshine and wind feels extremely light, and just looking at it makes me feel that I can fly higher and farther together."

"Hey, boy, is this still family affection? Why do I sound so awkward, old man?" The old man interrupted rudely, throwing a handful of bread crumbs.Gran smiled slightly, looked down at the cooing white pigeons at his feet, and said

"Who knows? It's an indistinguishable emotion."

The old man was silent after hearing this, but shrugged helplessly, and after a while, he said,

"There are such good materials around you, and you still look far away, your brother is really a fool."

The old man shook his head amusedly, and dumped all the remaining bread in the bag on the ground.The movement of getting up startled the white pigeons at his feet to flutter, and all of a sudden there was the sound of flapping wings, and the down feathers fluttered in the sun.

Gran looked sideways at the old man and nodded, and admitted with a smile, "Who says no? But even if it's a fool brother, I like it very much."

"I think you are also a fool." The old man patted his trouser leg, knocking off the bread that fell on it.

"What idiot?" Alva walked over dejectedly with a recording microphone in his hand, and it seemed that he still got nothing.

"It's nothing, your brother is saying, you look so silly and cute everywhere with a recording microphone. Speaking of it, you remind me of a book I read when I was young. The name... seems to be called The Man Who Looks for Love."

"By the way, grandpa, since you are from here, do you know what love is?"

Alva's eyes suddenly lit up, and he handed the recording microphone to the old man.

The old man glanced at Alva's hopeful gaze, thought for a while, coughed lightly, with a solemn expression on his face,

"Love is roasted sweet potatoes, guessing games, playing hide-and-seek, drowning, and being stupid."

"Huh?" Alva held the microphone, the corner of his mouth twitched and he couldn't speak.

Either the old man's words were too profound, or he could no longer understand the language he heard.

"Can't you understand? That means you are too young." The old man snorted twice, looked at Gran with his nostrils in the sky, and turned to Alva and said,

"I heard a good story just now. I saw you working so hard. In return, let me show you what love is."

"I don't want to know about sweet potatoes, hide-and-seek, and dregs of love." Alva curled his lips and complained mercilessly.

"Then let's start with the regular show before Valentine's Day. It is said that the winner can get a naturally grown blue rose."

The old man didn't listen to Alva's words at all, and spoke on his own.Alva put away the microphone uninterestedly. He said that the genetically modified flowers in the flower shop are no different from the rainbow colors, and the blue roses are not interesting at all.

The old man probably also understood Alva's expression, and smiled enigmatically,

"Just look at it, people here are all here for the annual blue rose."

"...It's a lie." Alva didn't believe it.

After counting 10 minutes, Alva had to cover his ears to the deafening cheers from the lovers.

"Liar!" Looking at the enthusiastic crowd in surprise, Alva said blankly, "Why..."

Looking at the happy and expectant faces of young people, the old man smiled gratifiedly and said proudly,

"For lovers, accidental miracles mean happiness."

Rubbing shoulders by chance, meeting by chance, and falling in love by chance.

To change for the accidental love, to look forward to another accidental encounter.

As if fate bestowed by God.

The happiness that represents miracles is love.