Chapter 126: If Someone Else Takes You Away, You're Not Allowed to Cry

The three songs were recorded one after another.

The MV recording was also very simple — they just filmed a video of Song Mo playing the piano directly, with only the backdrop's color grading and tone carefully arranged.

It gave people a very comfortable, very atmospheric feeling.

Song Mo performed three piano pieces in total.

The first was called "Moistening the Heart," with a relatively soothing and light melody that could lift one's mood and evoke beautiful memories deep within;

the second was called "Born Toward the Sun," with a cheerful and relaxed melody that could inspire longing for a beautiful life, filling one with hope even in adversity and hardship;

the third was called "Flying Against the Wind," with a relatively tense and stirring melody, full of fighting will and an unyielding spirit, like a young eagle wrestling with the vast sky.

Both the songs and the MVs had been recorded.

Next, they only needed to record some words from Song Mo, and the work would be considered done.

Xia Yu adjusted the camera's position, focusing it on Song Mo.

Under the lens, Song Mo appeared composed and calm.

He had the steady bearing of someone unmoved even if Mount Taishan collapsed before him.

The image Song Mo had always presented to the public was that of a cool, noble young gentleman, like a distinguished prince of the eighteenth century, or an imperial scion of classical China.

His manner was cool and austere, his noble aura overwhelming.

But today,

before the camera, Song Mo was completely different from his usual self.

The corners of his mouth held a gentle smile, and the cold, distancing aura and noble air that usually kept people at arm's length had all vanished — at this moment, Song Mo was a kindly big brother next door, and even more a friendly, tolerant friend.

Song Mo looked at the camera, but his gaze seemed to pass right through it.

Looking at the person behind the lens.

He said:

"Hello everyone, I am Song Mo."

"Today, I composed three piano pieces, along with three matching MVs. The MV content may be a bit plain, but I don't want to steal the spotlight — the music itself is what matters most."

"In this constantly changing society, life is not an easy thing."

"Everyone is like rowing against the current — sometimes you feel life is just too exhausting, and you can't figure out why you're so tired, falling into confusion, even losing your longing and expectation for life."

"This is not your fault."

"Nor am I a lighthouse, able to illuminate the darkness and help everyone find the way forward."

"But I, who love music, still want to do something."

"Although I cannot become a lighthouse, I can still do my utmost, burn my own energy, and become a candle in everyone's hand."

"Although it cannot light the road ahead, it is bright enough for the ground beneath your feet. I hope that everyone, in their struggle with life, can find their own worth and the sweet taste of living."

"I hope everyone can always keep their expectations."

"I cannot be by your side at all times, but music can."

After he finished speaking.

Song Mo bowed deeply to the camera.

The staff on site had complicated expressions, their eyes slightly moist — a genuine, heartfelt emotion.

Outsiders might not understand, but the staff on site exchanged glances, each seeing the glimmer of tears in the other's eyes, and suddenly pressed their lips together in tacit understanding, a smile hidden in their eyes.

This was a shared understanding only those who had heard Song Mo's music could possess.

Xia Rou's heart was melting.

She was more resolute than ever before.

—Perhaps that phrase isn't quite right; long ago, she had already been unshakable.

In this life, Xia Rou would allow no one but Song Mo.

If they were fated but not meant to be, she would rather never marry for the rest of her life — at worst, she would keep her love hidden in her heart, watering it again and again with longing, waiting for the day it bloomed into flowers.

Xia Yu was also tightly biting her lip.

Before meeting Song Mo, she had no interest in romance; after meeting Song Mo, she never once thought of dating another man.

It was just a little unfair to her sister…

Xia Yu secretly vowed:

【I will definitely help my sister, turn her secret crush into an open romance. My demands aren't high — Song Mo is my sister's, I just need to borrow him when she doesn't need him.】

【Haven't we always shared like this since we were little? My sister's things and my things have always been freely borrowable — we even wear each other's clothes.】

【If I were an empress like Wu Zetian, I could share the empire with you; surely you'd be willing to live happily together with your big sister, right?】

【For our shared happiness! Big sister will do her best!】

……

After the recording was finished.

It was already noon.

After all, Song Mo was a Transcendental-level Piano Master, able to find his best state anytime and anywhere, and his music could influence others' emotions.

All three piano pieces were done in a single take.

Naturally, it didn't take much time.

Since it was mealtime.

Song Mo took Xia Yu and Xia Rou out to eat.

He drove.

Originally, Xia Yu and Xia Rou both sat together in the back seat.

But this time,

Xia Yu, however, took it upon herself to sit in the passenger seat.

Song Mo found it a little odd, but didn't think much of it.

Xia Rou, on the other hand, being a girl, had a very delicate mind, and had long since noticed that Xia Yu also had a very good impression of Song Mo.

But after all, she was the one who had introduced Song Mo and Xia Yu to each other, and her older sister also knew of her fondness for Song Mo; she had always assumed her sister wouldn't compete with her.

But why…

【I was clearly here first, Sister, can't you not steal him away?】

Xia Rou's gaze was complex, and she said nothing.

The atmosphere in the car was a little heavy and stifling.

Xia Yu, however, spoke up quite cheerfully.

The personalities of the two sisters seemed to have swapped.

Xia Yu sat in the passenger seat and casually asked:

"Song Mo, your career is developing so well now—haven't you ever thought about finding a girlfriend?"

Song Mo was just about to open his mouth.

But Xia Yu got in first: "You're not allowed to say you want to focus on your career right now, and you're not allowed to say you haven't figured it out yet! When you're young is precisely the time to fall in love—why do you look like someone who's been hurt by love?"

Song Mo was left speechless.

He couldn't help but start thinking about it too.

【Could it really be because in my past life I was disgusted by those women, so deep down I still want to avoid romance?】

【After all, in this life I'm actually not short of women around me—whether it's the sister-flower pair of Xia Yu and Xia Rou, or Adelin who is as pure as an angel—there's probably no man who wouldn't have thoughts about them, right?】

Song Mo was still doubting himself when he heard Xia Yu's words, laden with hidden meaning.

"Sometimes, you know, people are always blessed but don't know it."

"I noticed it when watching movies."

"A lot of characters take the happiness they have for granted, get used to it, don't cherish it properly, and only regret it deeply after losing it."

"A simple line in a script."

"Might be a person's reflection on half a lifetime—one sentence containing a whole life's regret, just a few short lines of narration hiding countless partings and reunions, joys and sorrows."

"Isn't there a poem that goes—?"

"If a flower is fit to be plucked, pluck it straight away; don't wait until the branch is bare and pluck in vain."

"Boss Song, this flower is growing right in front of you—if you don't pick it, and someone else picks it, don't you go crying about it later!"

"When that time comes, no crying allowed!"

(End of this chapter)