When watching the first moment, Xia Shi discovered that the woman in the video seemed to be when her mother Cui Ling was young.
When she was young, she admired Cui Ling in particular and often watched videos of Cui Ling dancing on the stage when she was young.
Cui Ling also debuted as a ballet when she was young.
"Boss, have you finished watching it? How do you feel?"
Xia Shi came to his senses and thought that it should be just a similarity to people.
"It's pretty good, but I still want to wait and see."
"Okay, then I'll keep their contact information first."
"Um."
Xia Shi hung up the phone.
She didn't dare to watch that video again.
Because as soon as she opened it, she saw the scene of her mocking when she was a child, and she told Cui Ling that she also wanted to learn to dance.
"What kind of dance are you a deaf man? Can you hear the beats clearly? Can you keep up with the rhythm? Don't embarrass me."
Although Xia Shi also stood on the stage later.
At that time, she won numerous awards, but Cui Ling never praised her for this.
"What's the use of you working so hard? Some things can't be successful by working hard, do you understand?"
Cui Ling looked at her with contempt: "People like you who are naturally disabled should do what disabled people do. Don't imagine getting to the sky in one step, you are not worthy of dancing at all."
Under Cui Ling's repeated suppression, Xia Shi did not give up on dancing.
Until one time, she went to compete for dances and was resting, she didn't know who took the hearing aid away.
That time, she was so young that she could only hear noisy sounds and couldn't hear the music clearly. She had loopholes in the national competition and was eliminated.
After returning, Cui Ling cut her dance uniform in front of her and threw her dance shoes into the trash can.
"You don't have to learn to dance anymore. If I see you dancing again, I will break your legs."
Xia Shi thought about everything that happened in the past, curled up and hugged himself, his body trembling slightly.
It hurt a little when she was a child, and she was afraid that it would be difficult for her to heal in this life...
In the music room, Xia Shi was immersed in Cui Ling's repeated blows in the past, and no figure came in.
"Hour."
The familiar voice made Xia Shi return from the past to the present, and she turned her head to look at Lu Nanchen.
"Why are you here?"
The woman's voice was a little dumb.
Since Lu Nanchen's eyes were blind, his hearing was particularly sensitive. He came to Xia Shi and wanted to reach out to hug her, but he was afraid that she would refuse.
So he fumbled and sat down by the piano beside him. In Xia Shi's strange gaze, his slender hands were placed on the black and white keys.
Although he had no memory, his body's instinct made him quickly play a soft song.
Xia Shi stared at him in a daze: "You can play the piano?"
Lu Nanchen used to say that she was so noisy about playing the piano, but she always thought that he couldn't play the piano.
After the song was over, Lu Nan stopped: "I don't know very well."
He continued to play other songs, and Xia Shi found that he was playing the song he had recently written.
He just listened occasionally and wrote it down.
While playing, Lu Nanchen also pointed out what Xia Shi felt was wrong.
"I think I should change it here."
He changed it, and Xia Shi was sure to have no problem after hearing it.
At this moment, Xia Shi couldn't help but change his vision.
Some people rely on the gods to make a living, while Lu Nanchen really depends on himself.
Xia Shi immediately rewrites the corrective place.
Before dinner, Xia Shi, with the help of Lu Nanchen, miraculously changed all the problems.
"Did you really lose your memory?" Xia Shi looked at him in disbelief.