This is a nice song. The reason why the song is good is because it is real emotions and is given to the soul. The girl is playing the piano, and her short bob hair jumps gently with her singing in the light and shadow. Her singing is melodious, like an elf singing, pleasant and beautiful.

It seems to penetrate the hearts of people around you.

The lyrics of the song sing, "Now, I will never see you for a while... will this mood turn into tears..."

But in fact, it is very likely that some people will not be seen for a short while.

The beam of light shining on the girl gradually disappeared, and the lights in the entire stage hall lit up. A series of fresh and pleasant ending notes flowed so much that they made people immerse themselves in reverie. The girl stood up from the side of the piano and bowed to the bottom.

Then there were people thunderous applause.

The concert was very successful. The girl graduated from the music school in the early years and now she is playing in the concert hall in which she returns to school. Her music is as clear and crystal clear as a person.

In private discussions, many listeners even believed that she was very likely to hold a concert in the palace-level Psalm Concert Hall in the future as a star. It was a hall that only musicians at the level of giants could enter, representing the power to lead the mainstream. Once a concert can be held there, it is equivalent to being included in the realm of a master. Although it is difficult to enter the Psalm Concert Hall, since the call is already so high, it means that people have affirmed her talent and talent.

In addition, what she envies is not only talent, but also a family that can pave the way for her.

Many people praised, celebrated, and presented flowers to her in the background, and looked a bit precious. At least some people just nodded, and naturally, a entourage wearing white gloves came forward to hand over the flowers, while the gentleman just needed to give her a glittering look with her eyes and applauded her.

Next to her was a woman who seemed to be her sister. Her dress was completely opposite to her restrained and gentleness. The most conspicuous one was the long legs in black stockings under the short skirt and bright red lipsticks, which always attracted the greedy eyes of the males around her. It seemed out of place with the atmosphere created before the concert.

The girl faced everyone's praise or chatting in the arch. The face under Bobo's head was a little round, which made her look more charming and weak, but in fact, she had been dealing with the surroundings properly since the beginning, and it was obvious that she was familiar with everything after the concert in front of her.

Her long-sleeved and dance-good sister whispered to her privately, probably pointing out who wanted to say hello and who could not offend her. These had their family partners and were also prepared to pave the way for her future. But she stopped in front of that young man.

The young man was wearing casual clothes and his face was a little cold, but it seemed that because of his experience along the way, his originally cold and beautiful face did not show the frivolity of his peers, but he had indescribable perseverance between his eyebrows.

The young man should be one of the crowd who came to her concert. He was in the light and shadow, but had a unique demeanor to stop. After a moment, the thin eyebrows on her dark brown eyes raised and nodded at him.

The young man nodded in response, then walked up to her and handed over a letter, "Someone entrusted me to give this letter to you."

The letter looks simple and ordinary, but these days, you can use kraft paper to pack letters instead of electronic letters. Those who always send letters hope that this letter will have some weight.

The girl was stunned for a moment. After seeing the words "For Avril" on the cover, her brown eyes widened, and her hands that took the letter trembled slightly.

Her sister, who was chatting with a few nobles on the other end, seemed to notice her abnormality, and glanced at Lin Hai, an uninvited guest in casual clothes, became somewhat unfriendly.

After a while, she walked over, stroked her shoulder under the eyes of everyone, and asked, "What's wrong?" Although it was the backstage of the concert, Avril was still the center. People would chat with each other, but more of it came because of her concert.

Her sister scanned some content on the letter, her face changed and immediately fell down. She stared at Lin Hai, and her lips with bright red lipsticks opened. What she said was not the gentle and charming tone when she communicated with celebrities just now, but a kind of alertness and arrogance. "Do you know Harmand? We have nothing to do with him. Don't come to pester our family if you are."

"Sister" Avril interrupted her arrogant and turned around and said earnestly, "I will handle it and you go there first, I'll come to you later. I'll find you later.

The woman's face changed a few times before she turned around, "Anyway, you can think about your future."

"You are his friend... Are you the pilot of Formula II in the Milan Star Zone?"

After a while, the girl started asking.

"That's right."

"It took me a long time to find out that he was dead..."

"You didn't watch the live broadcast at that time?"

"No," Avril shook his head, his eyes slightly red, and his short hair fluttered gently with a swaying lightly. "Don't you know? Because the universe's cross-space communication requires the support of Ansebo base station, only the most important information will be circulated. The five major star regions are actually relatively closed... Even the networks are their own wide-area networks, and unless they pass through Ansebo base station, they cannot be connected across the star regions. The live broadcast of the Milan Star Zone Formula II is not as luxurious as occupies Ansebo frequency band transmission... and even if there are those flowing, they are not completely... filtered a lot of sensitive information..."

The girl paused, "But, about his death, I heard that it offended a great nobleman..."

"Lily Family..."

Helpless, sentimental.

There was once a boy and a girl who were neighbors and grew up together. After the age of twelve, the girl's family began to rise, so she left Milan and went to the capital star area to develop. The Imperial Capital Star and Milan were far apart. If you use purely photoelectric signals to perform ideal communication, a message would be sent to the girl's mobile phone, and it would take 75 years to go from one end to the other. If a twelve-year-old boy sent a message like "How are you?" to the girl, when she received it seventy-five years later, she would probably have a lot of children and grandchildren.

Ordinary people cannot use the instantly transmitted Ansaibo signal. Even if it can be used, it is expensive. Boys who have nothing and girls who have nothing have made an agreement to communicate frequently. However, in the distance of 75 light-years that even light is powerless, to maintain contact, we can only return to and from the space flight delivery service of Milan and Capital Stars from time to time by having the ability to jump space.

The carrier that carries the contact between the two is the most primitive kraft letters.

It took months to communicate back and forth, but the two of them just month after month, year after year.

In this interstellar era where people around and people around can flirt with countless people in one day with personal terminals, in an era where men and women only greedily and ambiguously scented each other's body temperature, except for the most direct and naked desire, they don't even want to say a few more words.

There were two boys and girls who had persevered in a letter with a scent of kraft paper and ink ink in two or three months. She witnessed the sweat he shed, the first girl she loved, he liked the smell of soap on her body, and liked her way from the sun, as she was vaguely when she left.

So she replied with some sourness, telling the straightness of the boy she liked, liked the other person's white shirt for the first time, the first setback, the first distrust, the first person who failed, the first person who failed, the first person, and many things in the future.

He "looked" at her every birthday party and growth, the step-by-step realization of her musical talent, and her transformation.

She "watches" every hard training and mecha confrontation with him, fantasizing that when one day the boy becomes the most popular pilot and she becomes a musician with dazzling halo, they will no longer have to be blocked by all kinds of power when they were young, and will eventually be able to walk in front of each other.

Hold your hand.

But looking at the last letter in front of me, whose last signature was "How are you?"

The girl who just sang an elf-like song in the concert hall seemed to have opened the valve of memory, and all kinds of things surging out in the past. What's ridiculous is that they have never met again since they were twelve years old. They can discuss the first kiss with the opposite sex without restraint, but they are reluctant to give each other a close-up photo or video, because they all seem to believe that one day, the straight pilot will stand in front of the girl playing the piano across time and space. They are careful to be the best themselves, and then retain the arrival of that moment.

This story is not perfect or beautiful, but it is extremely pure, so pure that the girl's tears fell like rain when she looked at the last letter.

What a beautiful boy waiting for her.

And now he will stay at the other end of 75 light-years.

"So, how did he die?"

The girl finally raised her head.

Lin Hai was silent for a moment and said, "He is... to save me."

The light and shadow stayed on the young man and gradually disappeared.

The young man turned around and seemed to have completed a entrusted task, leaving the girl's thin figure and leaving forever.

"Wait a minute"
Chapter completed!