Chapter 108 "Under the Sea"
Wu Mu glanced around the audience, withdrew his gaze, took the microphone, and said: "A new song "Under the Sea" is brought to everyone."
Again. New song?
The audience was a little surprised, this guy really sings new songs every time.
The lights on the stage went out, leaving only a bright light shining on Wumu.
The accompaniment sounded slowly, and the cold piano sound echoed in the venue, which seemed so empty.
Wu Mu opened the system in his heart with all emotional skills.
Follow the rhythm and sing softly:
"The scattered moonlight passes through the clouds."
"Hiding from the crowd."
"Scales spread like the sea."
On the contestants' bench, Ethan and Gina, who originally had business expressions on their faces, were both stunned. This seemed to be a bit wrong.
Only these two lyrics are in Chinese that they can’t understand, but they seem to feel the singer’s emotions?
No, how is this done?
How did this man on the stage speak with such strong emotions when he just spoke two words without any fluctuation?
They couldn't help but look around, and then found that the people around them were like them, and they were stunned.
Mo Mo, on the other hand, seemed prepared, but his brows were furrowed.
“Is this Wugou? It’s exactly the same as Wugou’s voice.”
“It must be him. The emotion in this opening is so full, it’s not who he is!”< br>
The audience couldn’t help but whisper.
Not only was this man's voice completely that of a noon dog.
The more important thing is this singing method. There is such a strong emotion as soon as I open my mouth. Who else can Wu Gou be?
At this time, everyone felt as if their hearts were being squeezed.
This feeling is so familiar, it’s the same feeling when Wu Gou sings emo songs!
“The waves wet the white dress.”
"Trying to push you back."
"The waves wash away the blood."
"Delusion to warm you."
The cold and lonely voice of despair from the depths of the sea brings all The audience sank to the bottom of the sea with them.
Everyone can feel the numbness after complete despair, and the pain hidden behind the numbness.
It seems that through the singing, everyone can see a figure whose life is colorless, only crying and wailing.
In the memory of Wu Mu’s predecessor, there was indeed always crying and wailing.
My father is so moody. He will always be calm and normal one moment, and then suddenly furious when he is angered by something unknown the next moment.
He always had various scenes of being beaten by his father in his memory, all kinds of little things.
He was embarrassed when he was last in the exam class; he couldn't help but want to eat a popsicle like his classmates and carefully asked him for money; seeing him playing cards again, he suppressed the fear in his heart and went up to persuade him. Him.
In his memories of childhood, there seemed to be no warmth, only the little boy who always hid and secretly sobbed and cried.
The only bright color is my mother.
The mother I remember is a weak person, soft-spoken and always with a somewhat forced smile on her face.
But being weak, she would always protect him at all costs. When his father made a move, she would pull him into her arms to protect him, and then look at his father with stubborn eyes.
After he was beaten and ran away, he would look for him everywhere anxiously, and then when he saw him, his eyebrows would bloom, showing a beautiful smile with tears.
After he was beaten, he would check his wounds while secretly wiping his tears.
He relies on his mother's protection.
But there are always some complaints and blames in my heart.
Blame her for why she gave birth to him, blame her for staying with this man and not taking him away, blame her for coming to find him and not giving him relief.
“Listen to the depths of the sea.”
"Whose whine guides."
"The soul sinks into silence."
"No one wakes you up."
Later, these complaints and blames followed the only one. The bright colors disappear together.
On the day of the accident, his mother, who was protecting him in her arms as usual, was violently pulled away by his father.
She hit the corner of the cabinet and fell softly to the ground, and the bright red liquid spread little by little.
She struggled feebly to get up, but she couldn't.
The last scene in Wu Mu's memory was his mother trying hard to look at him, with no emotion in her tearful eyes.
Her lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she left no words.
Just tilted his head and showed a relieved smile.
This smile of relief has become a lingering nightmare in his life.
“You like the salty smell of the sea breeze.”
“Stepping on the wet gravel.”
“You said people’s ashes.” “They should be scattered into the sea. .”
"You asked me where I will go after I die."
"Does anyone love you."
The audience in the audience opened their mouths and stared blankly at Wu Mu on the stage. There was almost a suffocating feeling in my heart, as if I was really sinking to the bottom of the sea, and I couldn't breathe.
Liu Lan looked at Chen Mu on the stage with deep eyes.
The first time she met Wu Mu was in an electronics factory.
At that time, because Wu Mu was handsome, there were several girls around him who wanted to chat with him.
But he was always silent, resisting the approach of others, his eyes rarely fluctuated, and there was no vitality in his body.
At that time, she was preparing to open an entertainment company, and she felt that this person seemed to have quite a special personality. If he packaged it up, he should be able to attract the likes of female fans.
With the idea of giving it a try, she recruited Wu Mu into the company.
In the beginning, he was packaged in the direction of a melancholic idol. Although there are indeed many female fans who like him, his reputation has always been only maintained in a very small range because he has always resisted the company's control. His packaging resists showing his dark side to the audience.
The person seems to have no idea whether this is an opportunity to change his life, or he is just like in the electronics factory, facing everything around him in silence.
She originally thought that this was the end of this man and that he could not become a star. But one day he suddenly began to let go of the darkness of the past, began to live hard, and began to treat everything around him positively.
When did this change begin?
Oh, it started from the day she hugged him and called him "baby" teasingly.
“The world has abandoned you.”
“Always smile at cool people.”
“People on the shore have nothing to do with their faces.”
“There is no nostalgia in the world.”
“ Everything disappeared into smoke.”
Wu Mu’s memory returned to the days when he committed suicide.
Along with the song, more details of that day seemed to come to his mind one by one.
When he returned to his hometown, he no longer paid attention to the Internet or Liu Lan.
It just took him two days to look around the area around his home, including the rooftop on the roof of his home, the old banyan tree near his home, and a small park not far away
He had been They all thought it was just wandering around aimlessly.
Looking back now, those places seem to be less gloomy scenes in his memory, and there is always a figure beside him to accompany him.
On the day he left, he cleaned the whole house, took out the family photo that he had not dared to look at for many years, and cut out the man next to it.
He stared at the photo of himself and his mother alone for a long time, and finally walked into the bathroom.
The feeling of being scratched on the skin is not as painful as expected, but the wrist soaked in warm water is extremely cold.
He seemed to feel the same pain that day when his mother fell to the ground.
No, it should not be as painful as my mother.
After all, he still had his mother's bright color in his life, but there was really no bright color in his mother's life.
On the day I left, there was no attachment to him, only relief.
He was an accomplice in killing his mother, using his weakness and cowardice.
Even though his weak mother would do everything to protect him, he never thought of protecting her.
“Mom.”
He whispered before losing consciousness.
Mom, after your death, I sank into despair for a long time until I encountered another bright color.
I try hard to overcome my cowardice and weakness, I try hard to become strong and powerful, I want to protect her when she needs it.
Unfortunately I failed again, I always fail.
It would be nice if I had never been to this world.
"It's too late, it's too late."
"You laughed and cried."
"It's too late, it's too late."
"Your trembling arms."
" It’s too late, it’s too late.”
"No one rescued you."
"It's too late, it's too late."
"You obviously hate suffocation."
Wu Mu slowly put down the phone and watched quietly Looking at the audience in the audience.
The audience was silent.
(End of this chapter)