After a breakup, a song heals the world

This female teacher with long hair who looked to be in her twenties was the one who had asked Su Yan what happened when he committed suicide and who had expressed her abruptness at the end.

After Su Yan finished telling her story, her eyes were red almost the entire time.

In fact, she knows more about depression than any other examiner present.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t have said that the suicide mortality rate due to depression is 20%.

This means that for every five people with depression who attempt suicide, one will leave this world forever.

And her boyfriend happens to be one of them.

At that time, they had just graduated and did not have much income.

Although our life was poor, at least we were together.

It was at that time that his grandfather, who loved him the most, passed away, and he suffered from depression.

On ordinary days, it is hard to tell that he is suffering from illness.

He put a smile on his face and comforted himself that everything was fine.

But when he has an attack, he will suddenly burst into tears and hide in his room for a whole day.

I thought that my company and medication would help him get better.

But one day, he jumped into the subway...

His departure has made her unable to let go until now.

"I always like to put on a smiling face to those who are indifferent~~~"

"The people on the shore all looked indifferent."

"There is no lingering love in the world~~"

"Everything turns to smoke~~~"

The ethereal singing of the boy on the stage brought back memories like a tide.

I thought I had read a lot of information and understood his inner thoughts when he was suffering from depression.

But it seems... I am still wrong.

Perhaps, in their hearts, they have been abandoned by this world.

And this kind of thinking is not something they can control.

It is not something that can be cured by what outsiders call “think more positively” or “go out more often”.

Even I couldn't keep him.

Until he jumped into the subway, just like the lyrics said... and turned into dust...

"Too late~~Too late~~"

"You cried with laughter~"

"Too late~~Too late~~"

"Your shaking arms~"

"Too late~~Too late~~"

"No one will rescue you~"

"Too late~~Too late~~"

"You obviously hate suffocation~"

Whether it's jumping into the subway or sinking to the bottom of the sea.

It seems to be their way of saying goodbye to this world.

The young man on the stage was also in tears like her.

The image of sinking to the bottom of the sea once again flooded into Su Yan's mind.

Along with it, there are also the boy’s previous memories.

He also hoped to be admitted to this school and become a singer who would attract attention on the stage.

He has even thought about how to spend the first money he earns.

My father has been riding an electric bike to work for many years. The battery is not durable and always runs out of power halfway. It’s time to replace it with a new battery.

When our family was going through the most difficult time, my mother sold her gold bracelet. Later, when she wanted to buy a silver one, she still couldn't bear to do so.

As for Xiaoxue, she always wears her leftover clothes and has few new clothes. I will buy her some new clothes when the time comes.

The boy didn't even dare to hope that he could earn a lot of money.

So I didn’t dare to plan to buy a new car for my father or a new gold bracelet for my mother.

He also hoped that the girl who had accompanied him could continue to accompany him, finish college together, and even get married and have children.

He obviously hates suffocation the most.

But in the end, he sank to the bottom of the sea...

"You obviously hate suffocation~~~"

Stop singing.

In the examination room converted from the auditorium, you can hear a pin drop.

The agreed one-minute a cappella time has already exceeded.

Even so, no one interrupted the boy's singing.

Su Yan on the stage closed his eyes slightly and let the tears fall.

He took a deep breath.

Saw it!

At this moment, he suddenly felt guilty.

That’s right, he traveled through time.

A street singer who had nothing in his previous life traveled through time and space to become a young boy who lived in a poor but happy family.

Also awakened a magical system.

Although he inherited the boy's memory, the soul of the boy with the same name as him disappeared forever at the bottom of the sea.

What if I didn’t travel through time?

The result can be imagined.

The boy who was salvaged will never wake up again.

A girl may blame herself and feel guilty.

But in a few years, my death might become nothingness and disappear from her memory.

His kind parents, lovely sister, and those who truly care about him will be heartbroken.

Then you live your whole life in sadness and regret.

Think of this.

Su Yan suddenly felt relieved.

I have no other choice but to live on for him.

If there really is a spirit in heaven, he would probably wish himself the same.

Su Yan, feeling a little better, suddenly thought of something else.

Since I can travel from the previous world to this parallel world.

So what about your physical body in your previous life?

Maybe, like himself, he traveled from this world to the body of Su Yan, the wandering singer in his previous life.

Awakened another system and started a new life in another world.

If this is really the case, perhaps it is the best outcome for people like him who suffer from depression.

"Su Yan...right?"

Just when Su Yan was daydreaming, an old voice interrupted his thoughts.

Su Yan gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and raised his head.

The one who spoke was the old man who had first asked his question.

The old man looked at Su Yan with a smile of approval on his face, "The song... is very good.

Now I believe what you said before.

Depression does not affect your performance and creation of music. On the contrary, it makes you feel more delicate...emotions."

Su Yan was not surprised by this outcome.

After all, this is a song that touched millions of people in the previous life.

Su Yan nodded, "Thank you, teacher."

The old man thought for a moment and said, "But... depression is a disease after all, and I still have to actively cooperate with the doctor's treatment."

"I know, teacher." Su Yan replied.

"I want to ask, this song "Under the Sea"...have you published it?" This time it was the short-haired middle-aged female examiner who spoke.

Su Yan shook his head, "No, this is the first time I sing this song."

To be exact, this should be the first time I sang this song "Under the Sea" in this world.

The female examiner glanced down at Su Yan's information and said, "Both the lyrics and the melody amazed me.

Since you can create such great works, why didn't you apply to the composition department of our school?"

As the name suggests.

The Composition Department focuses on creating musical works.

Su Yan already had his own answer to this question, "I think a piece of music is a medium for communication between the creator and the audience.

The singer's task is to re-create the work in his own way and present it to the audience.

Although creating a good piece of music is also what I hope for.

But I hope that the emotion and content of this work can be conveyed to them personally by me.”

The other party nodded, indicating that he had no other questions.

Su Yan thought his interview would go smoothly.

An examiner raised a question.

“Your singing skills are good, but I don’t think an 18-year-old student can create such a complete musical work.

Was there anyone who helped complete this song?"