A familiar voice suddenly sounded on the stage, and the fans gradually quieted down.
Su Nianhua's voice echoed throughout the stadium. It was gentle and delicate, and it was more touching than any other concert.
"Hugs, sing-along, or something else that everyone has played before. Did a fan leave a message saying that Brother Hua's body belongs to everyone?" At this point, Su Nianhua winked at the audience, and the audience burst into laughter.
"That means that no matter who monopolizes it, many sisters will be unhappy. For example, during the last concert, many sisters wrote to me crying, saying that I was a heartless man."
Another burst of laughter.
Ye Huanyan also laughed, and her expression relaxed a lot.
"Why don't we have a spiritual exchange today?" Su Nianhua tilted his head and bloomed his signature smile at the fans. "There are many sisters here, and all of you should have someone you love. Some of them are by your side now, some of them you love very much, some of them love you very much, or some of them you are very lucky to love each other, and some of them are in the bottom of your heart that you used to love, or some of them that you let go of, but still think of occasionally."
His voice had a kind of magic, and it made the fans who were shouting crazily a few seconds ago feel emotional under the influence of this moment, and Ye Huanyan was no exception.
"Whether it was in the past or in the present, we used to love seriously. Should we say something to the people we loved that we never had the chance to say?"
There were already many fans nodding gently.
"Then, why don't we have a few interactions today? Brother Hua will give you this opportunity to say such heartfelt words to the people you loved, and the people you love now."
The host didn't do anything at all. He only saw the fans nodding crazily, and some even had tears in their eyes. It was probably because they thought of the past, and they couldn't stop crying.
Su Nianhua's gaze fell on Ye Huanyan. "This fan, do you agree?"
Ye Huanyan glanced at the girl next to her who was crying her heart out, and then nodded.
The fanaticism dispersed, and a long silence followed.
"I once had a person that I really liked. Like many people, it was the first time I knew what it felt like to like someone at the age of seventeen or eighteen. Later, we broke up because of reality. I know that he has always blamed himself, and I have also broken down and suffered. I felt that life was hopeless and dark in the middle of the night. At that time, I felt that I would never fall in love with anyone in this life. The so-called true love in this world is all made up by writers."
Speaking of this, Ye Huanyan seemed to be tainted with a trace of the emotions of that night. She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.
"About half a year later, I started a new life, got to know new people, and started anew in a new environment. The more I immersed myself in the new environment, the less I thought about him. In the end, I couldn't even remember what he looked like."
"Actually, breaking up is a very common thing. In life, we constantly break up, leave each other, say goodbye to yesterday, and meet different people at different times. Time can heal everything. If you think it can't, it's because it hasn't been long enough, or you haven't met someone who can make you let go of the past. I'm grateful to the person I met later on, who made me truly let go of the past."
Ye Huanyan looked at Su Nianhua and smiled. "I hope that the boy I loved can also let go of the past."
Her words touched people's hearts, and there were fans sobbing softly.
Su Nianhua held the microphone, and his voice was gentle.
"I hope that all the fans present, not present, who support me and like me, can let go of the past that they can't get back."
The cheers were mixed with a lot of sobbing, and from the sea of pink glow sticks, it sounded like a wave of thunder.
One after another, a few fans who were caught on camera stood up and told their own stories while choking with sobs. There were also some fans who didn't have any stories but still asked to go on stage to hug and interact. Su Nianhua treated them all meticulously and seriously.
After the interaction, it was a lyrical slow song. As the prelude slowly played, the girls around him returned to their frenzy, crying and confessing to the man playing the piano on stage.
Ye Huanyan had a faint smile at the corner of her mouth, and she looked gently at the man on stage.
When she met him, he was still a boy, proud and cold. Except for his studies and music, he didn't care about anyone else.
Ten years later, he returned, with glory and thousands of supporters.
He also had a gentle gaze and delicate smile that had been tempered by time, warming many more girls besides her.
After the concert, Su Nianhua rushed backstage and called Ye Huanyan before he changed his clothes.
"Wait for me, I'll send you back."
"No need, I got a taxi."
"…" Su Nianhua suddenly choked, "I'm sorry about what happened on stage today. Brother Li acted on his own accord and made you feel awkward."
"It's okay, I have something to tell you, but it's hard to say it alone. It's good this way. In the future, we'll still be friends."
The other end of the phone was silent for a while, and then his gentle voice came, as if he was relieved, "Thank you, Ye Huanyan."
All the past would be let go. Ten years was too long, cherish the present.
Back at the hotel, Ye Huanyan was a little nervous. She didn't know if Ling Han was asleep, and if she explained to him truthfully, would it cause any misunderstanding?
She swiped the room card to open the door, but it was dark inside. She felt for the wall and pressed the switch, but there was no response.
After a long time, she inserted the room card and turned on the light.
Why didn't she insert the room card? Ling Han wasn't in?
She went straight to Ling Han's door and knocked twice. Knock, knock, knock.
"Ling Han, are you in there?"
She opened the door, but there was no one inside.
Strange.
She carried her bag and walked toward her room. Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of the TV in the living room from the corner of her eye. There was an obvious crack in the middle of the LCD screen, and the cracks spread from the middle like a spider web. It looked like it was about to fall apart.
Following the direction of the glass shards, there was a "corpse" of a phone on the ground.
Ling Han's phone.
Ye Huanyan's face froze, and she quickly walked over to check. She confirmed that it was this phone that broke the TV. How much strength did it use to make such a big hole in the TV?
Something was wrong? Who did it?
Ye Huanyan frowned and immediately took out her phone to call Qiao Mu.
"Hello? Assistant Qiao, did anything happen during the meeting with President Ling this afternoon? "
"No, I left before dinner. What's wrong?"
Looking at the smashed phone and TV, Ye Huanyan's heart sank more and more.
"He's not in the hotel. The hotel's TV is broken, and his phone is also broken on the ground. What's going on? What happened to him? Can you get in touch with him now? "
The other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated. After a while, she said,
"Secretary Ye, don't worry. I'll contact the hotel staff and ask them …"
Ye Huanyan's face froze. Qiao Mu didn't know either?
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