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I saw Lin Moxiao gently stroking the name with his fingers, his tender eyes full of reluctance, sadness, and desolation.

Jiang Shuya stared at him intently, walked over and asked, "Do you know this person?"

He raised his eyes, a trace of tears glittered in his eyes, and looked at her: "It's more than just knowing each other."

The two watched quietly for a while before entering the theater, which was already packed with people.

The two quickly found seats, two seats in the middle, the third row, with the best view. After they sat down, performers came on stage one after another with their instruments in their arms. After a while, the theater became quiet, and the brightly lit auditorium suddenly became dark. Then, a piece of music was melodious, cheerful and soft. The music flowed through her heart like a clear stream, making her forget her worries and fatigue, and feel comfortable and relaxed. She soon became intoxicated by it. Such beautiful music, I don’t know what instrument played it. Seeing so many people holding various instruments in the center of the stage, playing in unison, she was obsessed with it for a while, like a poem or a dream. In the beautiful music, she found her inner peace and tranquility, enjoying the unique charm and incomparable pleasure brought by music. When she heard the sad and melodious songs, the music was like a magical language, touching her deepest emotions.

Whether it is a happy melody or sad lyrics, she can feel the power of music.

Enjoying music is like feeling a pure soul dialogue. Time passed silently, and the opera of more than 20 pieces was about to end. In the last few minutes, a woman in ancient costume came on stage to introduce the last song. She said: "The last song I bring to you is the last work completed by Mr. Yu before his death, "Love Tomb". It expresses that the beauty buried the flowers, and the lovesickness was deep in the bones. The love became crazy, and it was fruitless in the end. "

After he finished speaking, the place was silent and darkened. A gentle and long tune came into her ears, delicate and tender, lingering and nostalgic, like the deep thoughts and concerns for the old friend, deeply feeling the protagonist's inner struggle and pain. After listening to the song, her eyes were already full of tears. Lin Moxiao, who was sitting next to her, handed her a handkerchief. She took it and wiped her tears, but her tears could not stop flowing down, making it difficult for her to calm down.

After a moment, she took a deep breath and said in a hoarse voice: "Sorry, I was so absorbed in listening that I couldn't help crying."

"It's okay. Music can read one's heart. You are expressing your feelings." Lin Moxiao had an indifferent expression on his face. He looked at her red eyes from crying, which were like black gems washed by spring water, so crystal clear that one could not take their eyes away.

He silently recalled that the people who used to accompany him to the theater to watch musicals would fall asleep before the show ended. How could they have the mood to appreciate the meaning of the music? Every time he felt mixed emotions. He was brought up by classical music at his mother's house. Later, he fell in love with classical music and learned to play several musical instruments. Classical music cultivated his strong character and elegant and delicate gentlemanly temperament.

Seeing that she was still unsatisfied, he said gently, "If you want to listen to a musical, feel free to contact me and I'll give you a few more tickets."

At this time, the two of them had already walked out of the theater. Jiang Shuya was still immersed in the musical and didn't hear clearly what he had just said. She couldn't help but blurt out: "I wonder if the person who wrote that sad song was also as melancholy, sad, and desperate as the one in the song."

Lin Moxiao looked at her blankly, his expression heavy: "You are right, the person who wrote the song had a very tragic life, even more desperate than you can imagine."

"That person... do you know him?" Jiang Shuya asked cautiously.

"Yu Shuwan is my mother." Lin Moxiao said calmly

"Ah! It's...your mother." Jiang Shuya opened her eyes wide, a look of disbelief upon hearing this.

She didn't know what kind of status Yu Shuwan held in musicals, but she knew that anyone who could compose more than 20 operas must be a great composer.

She had to get to know this person who was willing to be friends with her again.

She hesitated for a moment, then changed her mind and thought that even if his mother was still alive, she would only be in her fifties. Could it be that she died of illness or had some accident? She just heard the introducer on the stage say that she was alive. The words were on the tip of her tongue but she swallowed them back, thinking that she shouldn't expose other people's sad stories.

She returned the used handkerchief to him. It was a little damp. He looked disgusted and said, "Why don't you wash it before returning it to me?"

"You took the initiative to give it to me. I am not very careful and I will easily lose it. I never have a handkerchief at home."

Jiang Shuya didn't think she was being impolite. It would be really easy for her to lose this thing.

Lin Moxiao was a bit of a germaphobe, and his actions just now were out of instinct. He clenched the handkerchief in his hand, and he actually felt a little happy in his heart.

Jiang Shuya sighed: "There are too many regrets in the world. Although the song just now was sad and desolate, it also warned the lovers of today that love should be deep and lasting, love should be for a lifetime, and love should be unique."

Lin Moxiao stared at her profile and was attracted by her words again. His eyes flashed with a hint of excitement. He heard her lips slightly open and she sang slowly with words: "You are the tenderness in my eyes, you are the fallen flowers in my love, you are the hand I hold in my dreams, and I am entangled in my life. I have not yet paid off your kindness in this life, I wish I could turn into spring mud in the next life..." She sang the song "Love Tomb" with a version of the lyrics ten years later. After singing, she playfully asked him: "How about these lyrics that came from my heart?"

He looked at her tenderly and was stunned for a long time. He felt sad and happy at the same time. The sadness was that she was not the one who could understand songs like this, and he didn't even have a chance. The joy was that she was still so talented, the one he had always admired.

"You sang very well. Your lyrics perfectly expressed the meaning of the song, making it even clearer and more beautiful." Lin Moxiao looked at her lovingly.

Jiang Shuya felt his admiring eyes and her heart tightened. She felt a little guilty, because this poem was not written by her after all.

She couldn't say that it appeared ten years later, so she made an excuse: "I didn't come up with that lyric out of inspiration. I heard someone else sing it before. It might not be the lyric in this song, but I used it."

No matter where you are, songs are only concerned with copyright, and there will be no restrictions on the same lyrics having two tunes. For classical music, people can enjoy it even more freely. The people who wrote those ancient Chinese dictionaries have long since passed away, so of course the younger generations can use them at will.

"I understand what you mean. Just like the same poem "Ru Meng Ling" by Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty, the two tones actually have their own merits." Lin Moxiao