When the song ended, Wang Yuanjun was at a loss for a moment.

Men, like women, are shaped by ideology, culture and social responsibilities. As a single father, he has been almost paranoid over the years and has engraved his strength in his bones. No matter how hard or tired he is, he never sheds tears easily.

But, everyone has feelings.

There is a fragile and soft place in everyone's heart, and when it is poked hard, gender and its associated rigid requirements for behavior and thinking will become irrelevant.

Just like Wang Yuanjun at this time, a face with traces of time was soaked with tears.

He was not familiar with the singer on the stage. At most, he knew that he was his daughter's favorite idol, but he did not expect that the singing of such a half-grown child would break open his long-sealed heart.

Just because he sang too painfully and too truly.

Yes...if I could go back in time, what could I do?

A woman's figure clearly appeared in Wang Yuanjun's mind. That was Wang Duoduo's mother. After so many years, she still looked smiling and charming in his mind. In every lonely and lonely night, she kept smiling over and over again.

Let him fall in love with her again.

Their love was born twenty years ago. At that time, he was honest and honest. He just wanted to have a happy family of three and live an ordinary and warm life. But that was not the case for her. She was bold and bold, like wild flowers blooming in the wilderness.

Full of passionate vitality.

She was unexpectedly pregnant at that time, and he begged her to stay in that small town, but she said that the most painful thing was to stay at home, facing pots and pans all day long.

So this wild flower tenaciously and stubbornly left behind the child who was just one month old and went to study abroad.

She loves him very much, but she will not stop her adventure because of love.

Perhaps life is made up of the intersection of countless regrets. No one is right or wrong, but it will always hurt people's hearts.

If we could turn back time.

If I don’t let go.

Many years later, will you blame me, hate me, or be moved?

Wang Yuanjun tasted the salty taste of tears, and his lips trembled. If it weren't for the weight of his daughter and the hem of his clothes, he would have almost squatted on the ground and burst into tears.

This song is excellent both in arrangement and lyrics, but what brings these excellent lyrics and music to the extreme is the hoarse singing voice of the lead singer on stage.

He did not shout hard with a dry white voice, but instead steadily maintained his excellent singing skills during the most heart-wrenching moments. It is hard to imagine that this kind of strength and expressiveness came from an eighteen-year-old boy.
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Wang Yuanjun was slightly startled by the soft touch on his cheek. He turned around and found that his daughter, Wang Duoduo, was standing on tiptoe and putting a tissue on the side of his face.

The little girl was a little confused, a little worried, and a little scared, but she still imitated the way he coaxed her before and gently patted Wang Yuanjun's back with her hands, her eyes full of concern.

Wang Yuanjun's throat moved, he took the tissue and blew his nose hard, threw the garbage into the trash can at his feet, and let out a long sigh.

"Dad, it's okay."

He rubbed Wang Duoduo's head.

Then he asked: "What's the name of the person who sang on the stage just now?"

"Yu Lan! 'Thousand Colors' Yu Lan!" Wang Duoduo was stunned for a moment and immediately answered with bright eyes.

"Really? Huh, he sings very well. Their band's performance is also very good."

Wang Yuanjun's eyes moved back to the stage.

They are still big boys... How could they have such a heart-wrenching experience at such a young age?

A few rows away from the audience, Wang Yuanjun seemed to catch Yu Lan's gaze at a certain moment.

Those are a pair of sad eyes.

The tail of the eye is drooped, and the gaze is not very bright. It looks languid and a little sick. It not only reveals a touch of sorrow, but also is full of peace and tranquility.

Many people are familiar with Yulan's eyes, because they see such eyes in the mirror after they are frustrated, sad, or collapsed.

The originally lively BLS performance was unusually quiet. Occasionally, someone made a sound, but the sound was too abrupt and the sound gradually disappeared.

In this atmosphere, Yu Lan put the microphone back on the microphone stand, and his heavy and slightly rapid breathing could be heard on the radio.

"The second song is also the last song today."

His long, messy hair covered most of his face. He held the microphone with both hands as before and said, "Please enjoy, "Li Ge"."

The song title was simultaneously displayed on the large screen hanging high in the back. The font was written in cursive. I don’t know who wrote it. The handwriting was messy and powerful, and it looked a bit ferocious, as if it was the product of someone writing it casually to vent their self-torture.

Xia Song's piano sounded again, but at the same time there was an unexpected string of music.

"...Erhu?"

Wang Yuanjun and the other pair of music fans next to him were stunned.

In fact, the timbre composition in the band's songs is not limited to guitars and basses, which are already existing instruments in the band. In many cases, in order to enrich the timbre and range of the entire song, the creators often add violins and other other instruments to the scene.

Enhance your performance with background playback while you play.

But...erhu?

Isn’t this span a bit big?

It's just that few people have the time to analyze the composition of the song like them. They had just listened to the previous song, and the gap between the two songs was very short. Most of the audience had not had time to calm down before they were gripped again.

Mind.

This song "Li Ge" has a weak lyrical beginning, and the intro melody alone has a sense of melancholy that catches the ear. When you listen to it, it sounds like a song similar in style to "If".

The corners of Yu Lan's lips curved slightly, and a low, bitter smile was hidden in her subtle breathing.

"At the beginning, I only believed that what is great is emotion.

"In the end, I saw powerlessly that destiny is the most powerful thing."

In the first four sentences, the music fans who had just fallen into memories and resonated with each other suddenly felt even more stomachache.

Damn it, can you stop singing so realistically!

"You still choose to go back.

"He hurts your heart, but you refuse to wake up."

This "him" refers to completely different people in different people's ears, but this does not prevent everyone from inadvertently recalling those painful and heart-wrenching experiences. It is not as depressing and regretful as "If", but instead feels aggrieved.

There was a strong feeling of grief and anger.

Yu Lan's voice seemed to express this. Her articulation was more procrastinating than before, her voice was elongated and her singing was sticky, as if she was making a self-deprecating and weak moan.

He closed his eyes, and the grief that had been weighing in his heart since early June was like a huge wave, crashing onto the shore layer by layer.

The couple's few words and their few sincere laughter echoed in my ears unconsciously.

"Ah, our Yu Lan is a good brother!"

"Haha, you are very good at taking care of your sister, very good, very good! Xiaoqing will be left to you!"

All his value is reflected in taking care of Yu Qing. Only at those times, he is their son and a member of the family. He can be looked at seriously, can get a few responses, and can even get recognition, praise and rewards.

"You said love is just a dream.

"The happiness I borrowed from you, I can only return to you——"

Yu Lan suddenly tightened his shoulders, and the veins on the back of his hand and forearm that were holding the microphone stretched.

At the same time, the drum volume suddenly increased, and the whole song was pushed to a climax.

“It’s the loneliest thing if you want to stay but can’t.

"I haven't finished talking about tenderness, only Li Ge——"

Yu Qing may not know that her care, her choice, and her avoidance just pushed Yu Lan outside the house and drove him away.

From now on, Yu Lan has no home.

"The second before my heart breaks, we hug each other hard and remain silent.

"Send you off with my heartbeat, bitter farewell song..."

How cruel it is to use "I won't burden you" as an excuse.

Even if you are sincere, it is still cruel.

The long and plaintive sound of the erhu sounded again, followed closely by the piano and strings.

Yu Lan didn't show any discomfort after the high note, but his looming expression behind his long hair seemed to tell the audience that something more painful than discomfort had happened viciously and mercilessly.

"It turns out that love is willful and should not be considered too much.

"Love has neither cleverness nor intelligence, only willingness."

The straightforward lyrics cut open the chests of everyone including Yu Lan, exposing the living hearts to the air. With every beat, bright red blood bursts out. The hotter the heart, the colder the blood.

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There is no such thing as cleverness or not, only willingness.

Yes...

She/he just doesn’t love you, or she/he just loves you too much, so she/he made such a decision. What can you do?
To be continued...