We made up at the beginning, and I continued my relationship with my secret crush

At the same time, on the top floor of Douyin headquarters.

Thanks to the prank that Jing Xuan wanted to play at the beginning, Bei Xuanzhi accidentally enjoyed the ultimate singing.

The expensive equipment makes Qi Mo and Gu Cheng's voices more impactful.

Coupled with the louder-than-usual sound, Bei Xuanzhi felt as if he were being purified.

now.

He deeply regretted giving up adjusting the competition process of "God of Songs" and compromising with reality. Such songs and such singers should be put on the best stage.

Just a live broadcast room with 20w+ views?

Too little.

Bei Xuan made up his mind that he would definitely go for a big one in the next game!

Professional stage.

Professional equipment.

Professional marketing.

Professional promotion and marketing.

He wants everything to be professional.

At least next time, Bei Xuanzhi will make his game worthy of Qi Mo and Gu Cheng's performances!

Qi Mo and Gu Cheng had no idea of ​​Bei Xuanzhi's plan at this time.

They were both completely absorbed in the song.

For the first time, Qi Mo entered the most desolate, desperate, powerless yet vulnerable place in Gu Cheng's heart. He saw his lover's inner collapse countless times, and also saw his lover's rebirth after being redeemed countless times.

Qi Mo has always known that he is very important to Gu Cheng, but at this moment, his importance is once again embodied by the song.

He is Gu Cheng's light.

It was the light that pulled Gu Cheng out of the seabed and towards the light time and time again.

Qi Mo loves Gu Cheng even more.

This is more touching than any love song.

These were the love words that Gu Cheng said to me in my previous life, but unfortunately I didn’t understand them in my previous life.

He and he have always been on a two-way journey.

In places where we can't see each other, we have always been sticking with each other.

Qi Mo was extremely grateful that Gu Cheng in his previous life had persevered, and they had another chance to start over.

The interlude passed.

"The scattered moonlight penetrates the clouds."

“Hiding from the crowd.”

"Slip into the seabed."

"There's light looking for you."

"It wants to warm you."

"It says listen, listen."

"Someone called you back."

Qi Mo's singing voice carries more of the desire to redeem his lover, and every word he sings makes the listeners want to cry.

"You like the salty smell of the sea breeze"

"Stepping on wet gravel"

"You said that people should return to the sea."

"You asked me what I would miss..."

The Buddhist sound reappears.

But this time, there was more determination and strength in Gu Cheng's voice.

At this moment, he is no longer the lofty Buddha, but a soul rushing towards the sun from the bottom of the sea.

Gu Cheng understood Qi Mo's heart. He also used rich emotions and songs to tell Qi Mo that he had been redeemed from the bottom of the sea, and at this moment, he loved this world.

The two voices went back and forth, one high and one low, one strong and one weak. Although there was no dialogue in the lyrics, everyone understood the feelings they expressed to each other.

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

"The faces of the people on the shore were all covered with light and darkness."

"Year after year in the world."

"Who dares to say Ruyan?"

The first time the two sang together in this song, the audience, who thought the climax of the song had passed, got goose bumps again.

Neither of them outshined the other, and the shock brought by their voices was even deeper than before.

Especially the line "Who dares to say that the years in this world are like smoke?", which makes people burst into tears.

It was as if everyone had left the cold seabed, surrounded by their singing and flew towards the sun, warm and comfortable, carrying the light of salvation, towards everyone, and everyone felt healed because of a song.

Almost everyone in front of the screen had tears in their eyes, and some were even crying.

The public screens all flashed the same sentence:

[Year after year in this world, who dares to say it is like smoke?]

When everyone thought that this was the full strength of Moyu and the Prime Minister, they didn't know that the final climax had not yet been reached.

"Too late, too late."

"You cried with laughter."

"Too late, too late."

"I want to sing for you too."

“Spring rain and summer cicadas chirp.”

"It will be a nice day tomorrow."

"The autumn wind blows and the snowflakes are light."

“You can’t see the four seasons under the sea.”

Every word and sentence is sung in too late, but everyone can only hear it in time.

The power of music was embodied in this moment.

Everyone understood the power and warmth in their singing.

The four seasons cannot be seen under the sea, but they can be seen on earth.

Can we check it out tomorrow?

Harun on the other side of the world finally understood the last sentence completely.

Thanks to my uncle's love for Chinese culture, he also knows a little bit about it. He couldn't understand all the other lyrics, but he really understood the line "Tomorrow will be a good day."

He slowly took out a packet of pills from his pocket, stuffed it into the hand of his father, and asked awkwardly, "It will be a nice day tomorrow, right?"

Bird Edin, a grown man, turned his back to prevent the child from seeing his tear-stained face.

Idles pinched the pills and nodded desperately: "Yes! Yes! Yes! I definitely will!"

Harun smiled, put down his hands that were touching the portrait, hugged his father tightly, and whispered, "Father, I'm a little reluctant to leave. I want to see the sun tomorrow."

Idles felt a sudden sense of relief and cried even harder.

This time it was tears of joy.

My son is saved.

His son is saved!

His son was really saved!

This is hope that cannot be bought with any amount of money.

He looked at the Chinese name on the giant screen with gratitude, and he memorized the song firmly in his mind.

When Bird Edin heard the child say this, he wiped away his tears and immediately picked up the phone and put it in the child's hand.

"Harlan, you like them, don't you?"

Harlan nodded, holding the phone tightly and refusing to let go.

Bird Edin immediately said, "How about we listen to them sing more often in the future? We can also give them gifts, which will make them very, very happy."

After hearing this, Harun immediately handed over his phone. The meaning was obvious: he wanted to give a gift.

Bird Edin suppressed his excitement and immediately taught him how to give gifts.

After two times, Harun took the phone and kept clicking on the gifts he thought were beautiful with his little fingers. After clicking on them all, he liked guest Hua the most, and this special effect was the best.

So he kept clicking, and with every click he felt that all his previous fear and sadness were taken away.

Soon, with his unhesitating barrage, all the money in Bird Edin's account was gone. Harun looked at his father, and Idles pinched his son's cheek and promised, "Father will top up your account. I'll give you as much as you want!"

Upon hearing this, Harlan nodded with satisfaction, but he returned the phone to Bird Edin.

"If you want your own number, give it to yourself!"

"Okay, Daddy will do it for you."

"Ok!"

Harun got a satisfactory answer and finally felt sleepy. He snuggled into his father's arms and fell asleep soon after.

Idles looked at his son's sleeping face and was almost crazy with joy.

He couldn't remember when the child fell asleep so quickly.

The little one finally had a good sleep!