After a breakup, a song heals the world

The dusty man, who looked somewhat similar to Su Yan, looked at Su Yan deeply, his eyes slightly red.

His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't speak.

His eyes showed helplessness, self-blame, concern, but more importantly, he was grateful that his son had survived the disaster.

Such a look made Su Yan dare not look into his eyes.

I have to admit that although Su Yan in his previous life has completely controlled his current body, the soul and memories of Su Yan silently under the sea are constantly affecting me.

In the end, the man just gently said the same words as the woman, "It's good that you wake up."

And Su Yan could only squeeze out a "hmm".

After that, the entire ward fell into silence.

The woman looked at her son and then at her husband.

She whispered a few words in her husband's ear, then walked out of the ward with her husband and the doctor.

Only the younger sister Su Xue was still looking at her brother with her big black eyes.

Su Yan laughed in silence and rubbed the little girl's head with his hand.

The little girl thought for a moment and said, "Brother, you must not go to the beach by yourself in the future."

Su Yan nodded, "Well, even if you go in the future, can you bring Xiaoxue with you?"

The little girl was panicked, "I don't want to go, and my brother won't let me go either!"

After experiencing this incident, perhaps the beach is definitely not safe for little girls and children.

So Su Yan explained, "Then... bring mom and dad along."

This time, the little girl nodded heavily, "Yes, you can go like that!"

In fact, Su Yan in this world has a very good relationship with his sister, and he is not a willful child.

I was born in such an ordinary family and witnessed my parents’ hard work and my sister’s understanding, so I want to change all this through my own efforts.

It’s just that…his mental immaturity and the loneliness caused by occasional bouts of depression made him paranoid that art examinations were a good way out.

But how could he know how many people have the dream of chasing stars every year.

Just like thousands of troops crossing a single-plank bridge, only a few can successfully reach the other side. Strength and luck are both indispensable.

Of course, this was before.

Now, it's completely different.

Being young means endless possibilities.

Moreover, under this young body, there is a mature soul.

Although the soul and memories of the "dead" Su Yan will still affect the present Su Yan.

For example, when I see my family worrying about me like this, I still can't help feeling guilty and sad.

For example, when Su Yan thinks of that girl, he still feels a little lost.

But it was just an influence. After all, the dominance of the body still belonged to Su Yan in his previous life.

Soon, the man and the woman, Su Yan's parents and the doctor, walked into the ward again.

The man looked at Su Yan deeply and said nothing.

The woman next to him tugged at the corner of the man's clothes, reminding him of something.

The man took a deep breath and said, "Xiaoyan, you are not a child anymore. To be honest, I don't really want you to continue taking the art exam.

Even if you don't do well in the college entrance examination, you can still become successful by going to a junior college or learning a skill.

Of course, this has nothing to do with spending money.

I'm worried about your... health. It's said that people who study art have more sensitive minds.

Do you...understand what I am saying?"

Su Yan nodded.

Of course he understood what the man said.

I guess when he just went out, his mother mentioned to him that she was going to continue preparing for the art exam.

The man considered his depression and this suicide, which was also due to his acquaintance with the girl who was also an art exam candidate.

So for my own safety, I expressed my opinion - I don’t want to continue on the path of art examinations.

Of course, Su Yan didn’t know whether the man had considered this point. When it came to music, he really didn’t have much talent.

In fact, if it were my previous self, I would never have become a famous singer.

Even getting into the art school of one's choice and eventually becoming a music teacher who can teach others vocal or musical instruments is a luxury.

But...that was in the past after all.

"So...what do you think?" the man asked again.

This time, Su Yan stared into the man's eyes and said seriously, "I want to continue to take the art exam."

The man nodded, seemingly not surprised by the answer. "The doctor said that your body and... spirit have not fully recovered. It's best to rest for a few days."

Su Yan glanced at the dots beside him and said, "I'm fine. The day after tomorrow is the Lincheng Music School entrance exam. This is my last chance and I can't miss it.

If I fail the school exam, I will do as you say and prepare well for the college entrance exam."

The man was stunned for a moment, a little surprised.

He was not surprised by his son's choice, but was surprised by the confidence and calmness with which he said this.

In fact, my son has been communicating less and less with me since he entered high school.

He just felt that his son had grown up and had his own ideas and plans.

Although his son’s grades were poor, he said he wanted to learn music. Even though the family was financially tight, he worked overtime and borrowed money to support his son.

Until...his son suddenly drowned at the beach.

If he hadn't been rescued by a kind-hearted person, he might never have seen his son again.

Then, under my own questioning.

My son’s best friend, Xiaopang, finally revealed what he knew about his son.

It turned out that the son committed suicide because of depression and the breakup with his girlfriend.

He then discovered...

It seems like I haven't had a good communication with my son for a long time.

And my son is no longer the one who used to ride on my head and tell me everything when he was little.

But no matter what, my son finally woke up.

The hospital bills were another considerable expense, and to pay for it, he owed more money to friends and relatives.

Just now, he was doing odd jobs at a construction site in order to pay back the money as soon as possible.

Now I realize in hindsight that my son has indeed become much more withdrawn recently.

After school, I go home and don’t talk much while eating. I go to practice the piano right after dinner.

Even when his former beloved sister came to play with him, he was a little absent-minded.

When I asked my son about his grades or school life, he just said it was fine.

Because his son said it was very good, he really thought it was very good.

Later he realized that these were symptoms of depression.

What surprised the man was what his son had just said.

It is no longer the emotional speech of a child, nor is it just a perfunctory listening to oneself.

Instead, communicate with yourself seriously.

This feeling... is like my son has suddenly grown up!

It is said that if a person has a close encounter with hell, in that moment he will experience all the events of his life as if he were seeing a bunch of things in passing.

Such experience will also make a person more mature.

Has my son really changed because of this experience?

Thinking of this, the man looked at his son and made a decision.

"Okay, the school exam is the day after tomorrow, right? Dad respects your choice."