supergiant age

Chapter 755 Love the Wrinkles on Your Old Face

10 people on the big stage.

Yi Shuihan was wearing a simple blue and white striped suit, under the focus of the lights and eyes, he looked extremely handsome.

The sound of the entire stadium gradually disappeared, as if waiting for Yi Shuihan to speak.

Yi Shuihan gestured to the band teacher, the cello and violin played together, and the beautiful prelude poured out like flowing water.

The clarinet played is like the waves under the moonlight, empty, lonely and dignified.

He closed his eyes, tilted his head slightly, and was filled with the dazzling light, which coated his sharp and stern cheeks with a layer of warm luster.

The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, and the smile on his face seemed to make the sun break through the darkness from the clouds, and shine into everyone's heart at once, gentle and calm.

Looking at Yi Shuihan's warm smile on the big screen, every audience couldn't help wondering what he was thinking at this moment.

That must be a very warm and cozy picture...

"When you are old and sleepy

When you're old and can't walk anymore

Keeping warm by the fire, recalling youth..."

Yi Shuihan's singing is soft like a whisper, warm like a winter fire, soft like freshly bleached silk, like a river of vicissitudes and warmth, carrying the baptism of years.

Under the stage, some audience members were casual or chattering and laughing. When they heard the gentle singing, they all fell silent instantly, staring at the big screen with serious expressions, listening quietly.

In the silence of everything, Yi Shuihan took a breath, and the singing voice was like a river gradually converging, flowing into the minds of every audience at once, and the notes constructed such a moving picture in an instant.

The beloved's youth is gone, temples are graying, and gradually become sleepy and drowsy.

She sat tiredly in front of the fire, and the fire light in front of her gradually turned into pictures, which were all her past...

This is so graphic, it makes all the audience feel a sense of trembling.

"How many people have loved your youthful and happy moments, and admired your beauty, false or true.

Only one person still loves your pious soul, and the wrinkles on your old face..."

Yi Shuihan sang "wrinkles" while clutching his chest lightly, his heartache and reluctance were written all over his face at this moment.

His singing is sincere, sad but not hurt, clear, quiet, warm, fresh and profound like Chinese ink landscape, elegant and sparse, lonely but not lonely, ethereal but not blank.

As Yi Shuihan sang, the picture presented in each mind of the song became more three-dimensional and moving, it was their own story.

Who doesn't have a few sad love stories, and who hasn't thought about what it will be like to grow old with the one he loves.

The one in the front row used to talk with the girl he liked about what would happen when we were old, she said she would make him a cup of tea and sit next to me, basking in the sun while recalling the things when I was young, until I saw the sunset Afterglow, it's just that we have been separated for eight years now, and we are far apart.

It took two years to fall in love with that girl back then, but he still hasn't completely forgotten her while sitting here listening to the concert eight years later...

The couple in the back row held their hands tightly... They are high school classmates, and they have been together for 12 years without knowing it. They got married ten years ago, and now their son is eight years old. As time goes by, they love each other more and more deeply, and love this family more and more. When they get old, they will love each other even more than now...

Jiang Xiaolou, who was resting on the side of the stage, looked at Yi Shuihan who was singing with his head bowed in the middle of the stage, and the emotion in his heart was indescribable.

This is not the first time he has listened to Yi Shuihan's song, but every time he listens to it, he can be shocked.

His pre-nasal articulation seems to be brittle and rigid with a metallic texture, which sounds amazing and beautiful, sleepy "drowsy", recalling "youth", happy time "Chen", fake or real "heart"...

Especially the last "heart", the slightly rising tone, seems to have its own echo and reverberation. Whether it is the control of breath or the carefulness of articulation, he has definitely put in a lot of effort.

Whether it is writing or singing, Jiang Xiaolou believes that Yi Shuihan is a well-deserved genius!

The violin integrated the melody of "La Vie en Rose" into the original rhythm, sparkling and causing ripples.

Yi Shuihan stood up, and took advantage of the momentum to gently twist his body a few times.Then use your right hand to beat the beat lightly, directing, naturally, refreshingly, not sticky or greasy.

Under the dim light, it was difficult to see Yi Shuihan's expression clearly, but he could easily attract everyone's attention.

After this wonderful and beautiful interlude, the favorite part of Jiang Xiaolou and the others finally came.

"I can't keep all the years, but the years keep me.

The fragrance that never stays for me is my spring~day~~”

In the hearts of Jiang Xiaolou and the others, this lyrics is the brightest essence in their hearts.

Especially the word "Fragrant" sung by Yi Shuihan the most, it is clear, loud, reluctant and sad.

After seeing the wonderful scenery along the way, I turned around and found that you were no longer by my side.

You are full of expectations for your tomorrow, but she never appears in your tomorrow.

I used to hold my son's hand, but I didn't grow old together. Even if I will be on par with others in the future, it's hard to get along.

For some reason, when Yi Shuihan sang here, his heart couldn't stop trembling slightly, and a picture imprinted in his mind emerged.

In the quiet and peaceful mountain village surrounded by mountains, on the path filled with bits and pieces of sunshine, short hair fluttering in the wind, clean and clear eyebrows, delicate and beautiful cheeks...

It wasn't until this moment that he realized that this scene had never been forgotten in his mind.

Is this his story, or the story of him and the girl in the mountains?

Missing such a girl will be his lifelong regret, right?

"How many people have loved your youthful and happy moments, and admired your beauty, false or true.

Only one still loves your devout soul and the wrinkles on your old face. "

Memory flows slowly in the long river of time, blurring once when it encounters a turning, and blurring once when encountering a turning.

Just like this, after turning countless turns, will the memory of her gradually disappear?

It's not like this, it shouldn't end like this.

"When I'm old, I'll be for you

Sing this song from your heart..."

When he is old, he should still be like a child.

In the sun, in the yard, under the stars, or at some point in your life, sing this line to that girl happily, mischievously, or affectionately: "There is only one who still loves your pious soul, love The wrinkles on your old face."

(End of this chapter)