A lonely brave man, I become the king of music

Time seemed to stop at this moment, the melody disappeared completely, and the three people on the stage did not move at all.

Mr. Shu hugged his military overcoat and stood under the stage in a daze.

He has become old and his eyes are dim, but he still remembers her face when she was young.

He raised his head and stared at the sky in a daze and spoke softly, whispering in a low voice.

"If one day..."

The five words contained too many emotions and content, and everyone felt their hearts were pierced and sorrowful.

Mr. Shu was completely immersed in the memory, his face was full of loneliness when he lowered his head, and he spoke in a questioning tone with some unconfidence.

"Will you come and see me?"

"See how the snow ages, how my eyes melt."

The little stories that everyone came up with were really great.

Mr. Shu is not a professional singer or actor, but he has experienced it personally, and he is the protagonist of the story.

The singing, eyes, and movements are all very immersive. The song is created for him, so there is no abruptness in the perfect fit.

Complex and subtle emotional changes, decades of longing are echoed.

Even if this is the last moment of your life, you will no longer be alone and fly away with your loved one.

Love is the purest thing in this world. The love of elders to younger generations, the love between family members, and the love between couples are all sacred things that people yearn for.

Mr. Shu once lost his most precious thing, but he didn't want to forget that beautiful memory.

With his old body and declining functions, he is still waiting and waiting.

What is waiting is her who came riding on the colorful aurora and stepping on the snow.

What is waiting is the bits and pieces of the two people's past, and always let myself not forget that beautiful memory.

The figure of Feng Bingchen appeared on the small stage at the side, wearing a red waistcoat unique to women in the last century, paired with a taupe knee-length skirt.

Mr. Shu was stunned for a moment, and soon a smile appeared on his face, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"If you see me, please turn around and be surprised."

"I'm afraid. My tears and my white hair are like a shameful joke!"

The camera switches to the distant scene, and the time and space where the two parties are located seem to be split in an instant.

Mr. Shu watched Feng Bingchen dancing lightly from the stage, but he couldn't see his face clearly because of the lighting.

On the brand new stage, Li Mushang played the guitar again and began to sing, the melody was obviously more rhythmic than before.

"I've never seen a village where the aurora appears."

"I have never seen anyone setting off fireworks late at night."

"The evening star is like your eyes, looking at me gently."

"You don't have to say anything, Night Breeze disturbs me!"

The colorful light balls spun, Feng Bingchen's figure slowly walked down from the stage, and she slowly extended her hand to Mr. Shu.

At this time, Mr. Shu looked excited, his hands trembled uncontrollably, as if he didn't believe that all this was true.

The two spoke at the same time, with different voices, but Li Mushang started to sing in harmony to set off Mr. Shu's voice.

Mr. Patashu looked at "she" who was still young but danced, and fell to his knees directly.

With a bang, his hands hit the floor heavily, and when he raised his head again, a shocking scene happened.

Mr. Shu's eyes were red and tears were streaming down his face. He couldn't restrain his emotions as if he was questioning the sky, and his voice was powerful and powerful, hitting the soul directly.

"But you have offended the gods."

"Let you go, you're still so young!"

"It's all your fault, the distant mountains are cold."

"At the Mohe Ballroom by myself!"

After venting his emotions, Mr. Shu knelt on the ground and turned his head to see where there was no figure on the empty stage. It was all just his remnants.

Li Mushang's singing didn't end, he seemed like a witness, telling the past of this dance hall, telling the story about love that he had seen.

"If you have time, you will come and see me!"

"See how college ages and how my eyes melt."

"If you see me, please turn around and be surprised."

"I'm afraid my tears, my gray hair, are like shameful jokes."

Li Mushang suddenly put down the guitar in his hand, and stood up slowly. He looked at Mr. Shu who was still kneeling on the ground, and the expression and movements on his face gradually became the same as the other person.

A few seconds later, the camera cuts again, and Li Mushang on the stage is also kneeling on the ground.

His voice began to fluctuate emotionally and began to tremble.

"If one day, my faith suddenly collapses."

"There are no flowers in the gardens of the city, and the voice on the radio is hoarse."

"If there is such a day, will you run to me?"

The lights faded, the piano sound faded away.

Mr. Shu has put on his clothes again, and turned his head to look at everything on the stage, with nostalgia and reluctance in his eyes.

The door is opened, the light of the outside world is so dazzling, the aurora is so beautiful, it seems to outline the figure of "her".

After sighing, he walked out slowly and closed the door.

The young man who plays the piano is Mr. Tree, the young man who plays the guitar is Mr. Tree, and the one who plays the accordion is still Mr. Tree. They are Mr. Trees of different age groups.

He has been guarding this ballroom until he is old, the ballroom is dilapidated, and there are no other guests.

The closing of the heavy door allowed him to step out of his small space and begin to re-understand life and this society.

That memory about love was locked inside forever.

Time seemed to never pass by, he was still young, still waiting for "her" obsessively.

Li Mushang knelt in the center of the stage, looked up at the roof, a tear fell from the corner of his eye.

He murmured, "Aurora is really beautiful!"

The melody became aroused, and his restrained emotions broke out completely, holding his head in his hands and shouting loudly.

"Closed in dust. Let's go into the sea!"

"Closed in dust. Let's go into the sea!"

At the end of the concert, the MV and the song conveyed too much information, and many people at the scene did not react.

In the simple short film, the story has been reversed several times.

This plot was actually written by director Han Jie. As a director of literary films, he is really good. At least Li Mushang and others are quite satisfied.

The girls were already crying. This poignant story was too attractive for them, but they couldn't bear it in their hearts.

On the contrary, Mr. Shu is the calmest one among all the people. As an old man, he has already seen the essence of the world clearly, and in a word, he just let go.

In the afternoon, taking advantage of the new round of storms, Li Mushang and others bid farewell to the crew of "Mr. Tree" and prepared to return to the city.

Li Mushang still has other jobs, and Chen Jia is also busy participating in "Sister Riding the Wind and Waves".

Qiushou stood in front of the car to help carry the luggage, and gave Li Mushang a big hug.

"Thank you, brother!"