"Mu Qin, The Voice of China is about to start soon.

Where have you been these days?

Why don't you reply to WeChat or answer the phone?

It is not easy for us to sign you and put you on this stage!

You're going to fly to Jisu right now. You don't have much time.

By the way, are you ready with the new song you wrote? When you go up this time, you must sing out the new song you wrote.

If there is a breach of contract, you know what contract you signed."

In the end, the agent on the phone still made some slightly threatening remarks.

Mu Qin's eyes were red and he was crying.

Those were tears after not seeing the sun for a long time and being stimulated.

He was unkempt, his hair was all tangled together, like weeds, and he looked without energy.

"My song……"

He murmured in his mouth, as if he was speaking to himself, but also as if he was speaking to his agent.

"What's your song? Your song has already been submitted! Rehearse well, and if the instructors of The Voice of China turn around for you, you will really become famous!

Aren’t you a rap master?

As long as it sounds better than a big bowl of wide noodles, there’s a good chance it will!

You hurry up and buy your tickets and come back, everyone is about to gather!

After purchasing the ticket, send me a WeChat screenshot!”

After the agent finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Mu Qin looked at the scenery outside the window with red eyes, thinking about something in his mind.

past……

love……

The path of idealism...

How can a person walk as he pleases and live the way he likes best?

A simple compromise?

Or is it a flattering mask?

Mu Qin couldn't tell the difference clearly.

His mind was constantly tumbling, and he always felt like he was looking for the path of hope, but he was trapped in the same place, like a prisoner, unable to find a way to break through.

Suddenly, he saw a butterfly.

A butterfly flying in the air.

As the vitality of autumn faded away, the butterfly seemed to have reached the end of its life.

It flapped its wings unyieldingly, as if it was using its last strength to escape from here.

Finally, unwilling to admit defeat, it slowly fell down and landed on the chrysanthemum leaves on the windowsill.

The oil is almost exhausted and the lamp is dry...

Mu Qin was fascinated by what he saw. He wanted to see what would happen to this butterfly.

The butterfly struggled to flap its wings and moved forward slowly, from the green leaves to the flowers step by step.

It seems that he has found his own destination.

finally……

It doesn't move anymore...

Just like that, like a piece of art, it lay quietly on the flowers.

This is its final path.

It seemed that the light broke through the darkness, and then shattered all the prisons, allowing Mu Qin to break free from the prison, and then rushed into the sunshine.

You can't dwell on the past forever...

Because the past is a good place worth visiting, but it is definitely not a place where you can stay for a long time.

People have to move forward...

Some roads can only be walked alone. Those who have made an appointment to go with them will accompany each other through the rainy season and pass through the years, but one day they will eventually be separated at a certain ferry.

Walking alone on the worldly road, green radish brushes the skirt of clothes, and blue clouds wet the promises. Mountains and water can be forgotten in pairs, and the sun and the moon can have nothing to do with each other.

Until then...

The joy of being alone...

A person's steady flow...

This is the reason why he missed Du Xiaoyin.

And Du Xiaoyin, like countless kind people in his life, extended his hands to Mu Qin when he needed warmth the most.

Haruki Murakami once said: "You must remember those who held an umbrella for you in the heavy rain, those who helped you block foreign objects, and those who silently hugged you in the dark...

People who make you laugh, people who chat with you all night, people who come to visit you in the car, people who cry with you...

The people who accompany you in the hospital, the people who always think of you as the most important thing, the people who take you around, the people who say they miss you...

It is these people who make up every bit of warmth in your life. It is these warmth that keep you away from the haze. It is these warmth that make you a kind person.

And take the path of kindness..."

Mu Qin suddenly became enlightened.

The wound in his heart finally healed in the sunshine, and then recovered without a trace.

He walked into the bathroom, picked up the long-lost soap and shampoo, and began to wash himself.

Not long after, a clean young man stood in front of a mirror.

Except for his slightly red eyes, his clean and crisp hair, and his clean-shaven chin, his whole body exuded a vibrant atmosphere.

Mu Qin bought a plane ticket and sent the screenshot to his agent.

Then he had a hearty meal and started thinking about it in the house with his guitar in his arms.

He knew what the letter Du Xiaoyin wrote to him meant.

He wants to go his own way...

Sing the song in your heart...

That's real music...

He hoped that Du Xiaoyin could hear this song in heaven...

He hoped that everyone would remember the girl from Lilac...

…

…

"Are you fucking crazy? Instead of talking about rap, you told me that you wrote another song yourself? What kind of bullshit lyrics are these!

Do you think these bad lyrics will impress those instructors of The Voice of China?"

The manager slammed the music score and lyrics onto Mu Qin's face.

Mu Qin didn't move.

He knows that he signed the contract.

However, the company will only support these artists if they become popular. Now, it is only responsible for sending them up and conducting a large-scale screening.

Those who shed it are all living people.

"I think a song should tell a story, not rhyme..."

"You still talk back!"

The agent slammed the document on Mu Qin's head.

“Whatever is popular in the market, we will support it!

The company wants to make money! As long as it makes money, everyone will like it!

How can you live without money!

Pan Zi laughed at Gazi for selling fake wine, but Pan Zi now sells more fake wine than anyone else!

do you know?

The market likes sissy, then we will cultivate sissy!
To be continued...