Destiny of Rebirth

When Yan Huan woke up, he didn't know what night it was. The dream just now was full of scenes of singing.The songs he sang in his previous life, other people's songs, his own, and the two songs he sang in nightclubs and the emperor.The chest became more and more stuffy, and the singing became louder and louder, Yan Huan suddenly woke up from the dream.

I was wrapped in the arms of the man behind me, full of Lin Xiaoran's aura.The two were naked and close together, Yan Huan suddenly felt out of breath, and wanted to struggle as if drowning.

He immediately got out of Lin Xiaoran's arms, put on his pajamas in a panic, walked out of the master bedroom, felt his chest loosen, and took a big breath.

Yan Huan pressed her temples irritably, not knowing what was wrong with her.He obviously slept well a few days ago, and was not affected by Xu Xiujie and his singing at all, so he thought he had put it all down.Why do I have nightmares after things are resolved today?

Yan Huan suddenly wanted to breathe some fresh air.He went downstairs silently out of the main building and into the garden.

The mansion not only has the most advanced security equipment, but there are guards and regular patrols around 24 hours a day. The security work can be said to be impeccable.

The bodyguard in the garden saw Yan Huan stunned, and was about to go over to ask, but Yan Huan waved his hand to indicate that he was fine.He walked up to the hanging chair and sat down, tapping his toes to the ground from time to time, the hanging chair swayed back and forth, Yan Huan stared at the dimly lit city in the distance in a daze.

The bodyguard was a little tangled up, but in the end he didn't come forward, but stood not far from Yan Huan and whispered a few words into the headset, and three more people came after a while.Several people stood at the four corners around Yan Huan, quietly acting as statues.

Yan Huan thought he had let go, he was no longer afraid to open his mouth to sing.Even if he can't put his emotions into himself when singing, he can get out of it as soon as the song ends.

But why is he still irritable? Is it because he hates singing subconsciously?

Yan Huan frowned, why didn't he want to sing?Because of the memory of the previous life, because of Lin Xiaoran, or because of boredom?

Yan Huan couldn't think of anything and let his thoughts wander.He remembered that he liked singing very much when he was a child, and participating in choir activities was what Yan Huan looked forward to most when he was in school.Simply singing, rehearsing over and over again, the better the singing, the happier he will be.

Thinking about it, Yan Huan's expression became gentler, no longer the look of bitterness and hatred.

When did you start singing yourself?When did you fall in love with singing?

Yan Huan rummaged through his memory for a long time, really long, a distant memory unfolded in front of his eyes.Yan Huan's eyes lit up and he smiled brightly.

When I was young, my parents were very busy with work. In the first few years that Yan Huan can remember, the person she saw the most was not her parents, but her grandmother.Grandma takes care of him instead of parents, feeds him, plays with him, teaches him to recite poems, and puts him to sleep.

When Yan Huan was five years old, his grandmother died of illness.At that time, Yan Huan was too young to understand joys and sorrows, and the pain of life and death.As time goes by, memories and feelings fade away.When Yan Huan was able to experience family affection, there were not many memories left for him to miss his grandmother.

But Yan Huan remembered that his grandmother always sang to him before going to bed.There are many, many songs, which are very pleasant to listen to. He fell asleep after listening to them.

Later, Yan Huan would sing along with grandma.Grandma praised him for singing well, and he was lying in grandma's arms, the old and the young singing happily.

Yan Huan started to sing and liked to sing from then on.Although he seldom sang those songs as an adult, his love for singing continued.

Thinking of grandma's kindly smiling face, Yan Huan's nose became sore, he quickly closed his eyes, fearing that he would cry again.Waves surged in his heart, and he unconsciously sang the song his grandmother sang to him before. It was so easy, and the melody gushed out naturally from the depths of his soul.

Yan Huan's clear and ethereal singing cut through the silent night sky, accompanied by the sound of ocean waves in the distance, even though it was a nursery rhyme, it still sounded like a human voice.

The four bodyguards were stunned, listening intently to Yan Huan's singing.

Yan Huan sang in a low voice as if no one else was around, and he saw his grandmother smiling fondly at him.She said, "Xiao Huan, grandma will teach you to sing "Grandma's Penghu Bay" today, and you can sing it to grandma in the future."

Little Yan Huan said, "Okay, I want to learn, and I will sing it to grandma later."

Grandma patted his head and sang softly, "The evening breeze blows on Penghu Bay..."

Yan Huan sang along with her grandmother:

"Evening wind blows Penghu Bay, white waves chase the beach

There is no coconut grove to decorate the setting sun, just a piece of sea blue

Sitting on the low wall in front of the door, fantasizing over and over again

There are also two pairs and a half of footprints on the sandy beach at dusk

That was grandma gently holding my hand with a cane

Stepping on the twilight to the warm Penghu Bay

One footprint is a string of laughing words to kill many hours

Till the night engulfs us both on the way home

Penghu Bay Penghu Bay Grandma's Penghu Bend

I have many childhood fantasies, sun, beach, sea waves and cactus

And an old captain"

After singing, Yan Huan opened his eyes and giggled.

He smiled and wiped away the falling tears, tears of longing, tears of joy.Yan Huan laughed sincerely, it had been a long time since he sang so happily.

Yan Huan had forgotten that he liked to sing, so he could be so happy when he sang.

Yan Huan has always been an "emotional" person.Grandma planted the seeds of singing in the young Yan Huan's heart when she was a child, and Yan Huan felt her grandma's love for him while singing.Joy that sings in love is joyful, joyful.Although he gradually forgot his original intention after growing up, that kind of love is engraved in Yan Huan's bones.

Later, Yan Huan sang for Lin Xiaoran, and also sang about love.But when that love was wasted and turned into lies and irony, Yan Huan did not dare to sing again, because this time Yan Huan singing in love was painful and sad.

But at this moment, Yan Huan remembered the love his grandmother gave him, the first love in his life: family affection.

Let the words sing, let the words be joyful.

Yan Huan wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, but couldn't stop the smile from the corner of his mouth.Suddenly something covered his shoulders, Yan Huan was startled, and immediately stood up and turned to the back.

It turned out to be Lin Xiaoran, and the man covered him with a blanket.

Lin Xiaoran looked at Yan Huan's sudden alertness, and the smile disappeared from the corner of his mouth, he sighed in his heart.

Lin Xiaoran followed Yan Huan when he went out, but he wanted to give Yan Huan a little space, because this person has too many things on his mind these days.Lin Xiaoran knew that he didn't want to tell him, and he didn't even reveal it to anyone.

Lin Xiaoran couldn't understand why Yan Huan used to love singing, but now he is so resistant.But he knows that there is love in Yan Huan's songs, and he sings with his soul.Lin Xiaoran heard love, sadness, and pain in the previous two songs.But just now he heard missing, joy, and happiness.

Lin Xiaoran followed Yan Huan and was happy.But this person was crying while laughing, and the tears streaming down his face made him feel very distressed, and he just wanted to hold him in his arms and love him.

Lin Xiaoran indeed did the same, stepped forward and hugged Yan Huan into his arms, hugged his stiff body tightly, and wrapped the blanket up.

When people were no longer so cold, he rubbed Yan Huan's back and said softly, "Compared to the song you sang in Tianhuang, the song Penghu Bay just now sounds better."

Yan Huan suffocated, his heart felt as if he had knocked over a seasoning bottle, with mixed feelings, his chest was stuffy and swollen.

There was tenderness in Lin Xiaoran's eyes, "You were very happy when you sang just now, I hope you will always be so happy."

Yan Huan was taken aback, slightly pushed the man's chest away, stared at Lin Xiaoran with moist eyes, and was speechless.

Lin Xiaoran was moved by that animal-like eyes.He stroked Yan Huan's slightly cold cheek, and warmed him with his own hand, "Yan Huan, you don't need to sing for anyone, just sing for yourself."

After Yan Huan heard this, his pupils suddenly dilated, and he stared at Lin Xiaoran in disbelief.The man met his eyes without dodging, his eyes were bright and sincere, and he could only see his own reflection.

After a while, Yan Huan slowly rested his forehead on Lin Xiaoran's shoulder, tightly pinched the clothes on the man's chest with both hands, closed his eyes and let his emotions surge.

In his last life, he only sang for Lin Xiaoran, but now Lin Xiaoran told him to sing for himself.Yan Huan didn't know how he was feeling, he seemed to have found a relief, a closure.

Lin Xiaoran himself didn't realize the relief, a relief that should not have been given by Lin Xiaoran in this life, but Yan Huan felt soothed when it was said by a man himself.

Yes, he should stop singing for others, stop singing for Lin Xiaoran.Yan Huan wants to be happy and cheerful, and only sings when she wants to.

Lin Xiaoran hugged the person close to him in surprise.This was the first time that Yan Huan took the initiative to approach him, and the corners of Lin Xiaoran's mouth couldn't stop turning up.

He hugged Yan Huan horizontally, walked to the hanging chair and sat down, wrapped his whole body in a blanket to make him feel at ease.

Yan Huan quietly leaned against the man's chest, feeling extremely relaxed under the cool sea breeze and the silent night sky, and slowly began to sing the song that gushed out from the depths of her memory.

"What a beautiful jasmine, what a beautiful jasmine. The fragrance is beautiful and full of branches, and it is fragrant and white people praise..."

"Let us swing our oars, and the boat pushes away the waves. The beautiful white tower is reflected on the sea, surrounded by green trees and red walls..."

"Little Conch, beep, beep, seagulls spread their wings and fly. Little Conch, beep, and the waves smile slightly..."

"A little cloud, come slowly. Please rest your feet and stop for a while. The mountain flowers on the mountain are blooming..."

"Outside the long pavilion, by the side of the ancient road, the green grass stretches to the sky. The sound of the willow flute is still in the evening wind, and the mountains outside the sunset mountain..."

Yan Huan played one song after another, as if she wanted to sing all the things she hadn't sung in these years.Sometimes it is cheerful, sometimes it is gentle, and the tune is high and sometimes low, but each capital is very beautiful.

Yan Huan sang with a smile, not for anyone to hear, just spit out the voice from her throat easily.They are all nursery rhymes, without advanced techniques, without shocking high notes, and Yan Huan sings as he pleases.

Lin Xiaoran didn't say a word, just hugged Yan Huan silently, listening to the singing in his ears, he felt that he was lucky.Yan Huan didn't sing for him, but he was Yan Huan's only audience.

The bodyguards had already been dismissed by Lin Xiaoran.

Yan Huan didn't know how long he had been singing, but when he got sleepy while singing, he leaned against the person behind him and yawned.

Lin Xiaoran picked up the man and walked to the bedroom, he kissed Yan Huan's ear and whispered, "Go to sleep."

Yan Huan's eyelids, which were fighting, could no longer support them and closed them heavily.

That night, Yan Huan's heart knot about singing was finally untied.