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In the stadium with 100,000 spectators, as well as millions of real-time online users, everyone was stunned. Many people's perception is that when Yu Shuying was four years old, a freelance cameraman accidentally photographed her young self.
The young Shuying was in a slum, wearing a washed-out white dress. Her hair had just been washed, and it smelled of lavender. She was bathing in the sun and humming alone. Behind her was a dilapidated, unfinished building surrounded by yellow walls, but she seemed to be the opposite, a sunflower with a touch of light. Absolutely beautiful, clean, not contaminated with dust from the soil.
The cameraman asked her, "Little girl, you are so beautiful. Where did you learn this song?"
At that time, young Shuying, ignorantly, replied, "I wrote it myself when my mother died. My father said that my mother became a worm, and one day she will break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly and fly into the sky to see me."
The videographer accidentally recorded this conversation and uploaded it to the Internet.
The post exceeded 2 million likes, over 3 million reactions, and more than 1 million comments. More than a dozen singers retweeted it, and the videographer became popular because of this, becoming a current powerhouse. The author of the first song was young Shuying, who was called the future star on the Internet at that time.
At this moment, Yu Shuying turned around and stared blankly behind her. She doesn't remember that. That's not it, this song was written by me when I was four years old. But now, the image behind her has changed again. When they were three years old, many children almost forgot their memories of their early years.
After Yu Ye's gentle voice hummed the song, young Shuying forgot it a few days later, only remembering to find her mother. Yu Ye then hugged her, fed her lightly, and smiled, saying, "Your mother turned into a bug?"
Young Shuying pushed away the seafood porridge and asked anxiously, "What should I do then?"
"Then you have to remember her well. The more people remember her, the more she will be able to break out of the cocoon, become a butterfly, and fly across the vast sky to find you."
"Then how do I find my mother?" Little Shuying was determined.
"If you want to write a song for her, call it 'Grasshopper Flying.'" Yu Ye deliberately pondered for a moment before suggesting this strange name.
"No, no, 'Grasshopper Flying' doesn't sound good. My mother is a worm, and she will break out of the cocoon and turn into a butterfly. It should be called 'Worm Flying.'" The young Shuying was so cute, she stared straight at Yu Ye until he nodded with a smile.
The father and daughter both smiled at each other and bumped fists.
Yu Shuying can't remember this memory, who can recall the fragments from when they were three? But she remembered that she was accidentally filmed singing when she was four, and it became very popular. But what about before that? How did she write this song?
Suddenly, she felt a pang of heartache, as if the most crucial memory had been forgotten. She looked around with sadness and confusion, her beautiful, frosty eyes sweeping across the audience, many of whom found it hard to bear.
Nana, the hostess, couldn't help but agree: "Shuying, you sang the song; it has nothing to do with your father."
The male host, Hai Tao, also nodded: "And those envelopes are probably really left to you by your mother. After all, she's your mother. Even if she got divorced, she would leave you something. What does it have to do with your father?"
After the hosts spoke, the contestants also agreed.
"Yeah, although Shuying's mother did something wrong, she left behind a lot of literature and wealth."
"It's still Shuying's talent, that's why she can amaze the world."
"Her father was good at first, but after the divorce, according to Shuying, he lost face as a father."
Hearing these guesses, Yu Shuying nodded. Yes, the envelope was written by her mother; her father was only the messenger. She was also accidentally photographed.
At this moment, she steadied her emotions, turned, and looked at the image that continued to progress.
She picked up a pen tremblingly and wrote in big characters: "Insects Flying." Then she began to think about the first lyric.
She was so cute, and Yu Ye was cooking nearby, sometimes coughing constantly. But when he saw the child, he held back his words, not seeing a single line of lyrics. Yu Ye pointed to the night sky with a smile, "It's getting dark now, and your mother is missing you. So, what should you write in the first sentence?"
Yu Shuying pondered for a moment. Starting from when she was three, Yu Ye had taken her to deliver food during the day, carrying her on his back, making her different from other children her age. She began to tremble and wrote: "Black Sky."
Then Yu Ye shook his head: "No, what should a dark sky look like? How about 'a dark sky hanging down'?" he said tentatively.
"It doesn't sound good. It should be 'the dark sky hanging down,'" the young Shuying agreed subconsciously and nodded with satisfaction.
Yu Ye also smiled and nodded. Then he set a lovely dinner on the table for his daughter. "Time to eat."
"Yes."
A father and daughter, in this cold evening of hardship, depended on each other for life.
On stage, dressed in impeccable elegance, with a face that stunned the crowd, he never panicked. But now...
"Impossible!" Yu Shuying said, her voice complicated. She had lost her composure on this stage several times.
Is this how the lyrics of the first part of the song came about? She doubted herself as an adult. How could she be so talented? She wrote such songs when she was three years old. But from the second lyric onward, she was certain the rest of the lyrics had been written by her. She remembered it took her half a year to write it.
The audience couldn't help but stare with wide eyes. Were they more and more eager to hear the lyrics?
Meanwhile, the security guard at the door pointed at Yu Ye and muttered, "Why are you bringing food with your child? The weather is so cold, and you're out at night."
"Divorced, and the child is home alone. I'm worried," Yu Ye replied honestly. The security guard sighed and helplessly opened the door.
After walking out, it was past ten o'clock. Yu Ye handed a cigarette to the security guard and sighed: "It's good to watch the stars on the night shift."
Looking at the sky, the security guard couldn't help but sigh: "It's not as good as the countryside, fewer and fewer stars in the city."
At this moment, on his bike, Yu Ye looked at his daughter and said, "Your mother is about to turn into a butterfly, and she's going to follow us. How do you think she will follow?"
Many elderly people in the scene wanted to cry. They had never seen such gentle eyes in their lives. They looked so softly, as if gazing at the warmest baby in the world. Even if he was tired now, he had no grievances, only gentleness. Why do they treat her like a lunatic in the end?
Many spectators in the stadium couldn't help but wonder: Why... after young Shuying started school, did this happen? Could it be that Yu Ye collapsed under pressure and began to bully her?
On the bike, young Shuying hugged her father, humming, "Mom became a butterfly and started to follow us..."
Suddenly, she remembered the stars her grandpa mentioned. She remembered seeing them on the rooftop of the slum, and her father holding her hand, teaching her to identify each star's position, with the bright stars following. At this moment, she blurted out:
"Bright stars follow!" She said it aloud and hummed it.
The father in front just smiled: "You're not quite right. Think again."
"Big star?"
"Moon?"
"That works," Yu Ye said casually. But when the camera captured his face, many noticed him smiling, even with the veins on his forehead visible from recurring brain cancer, he looked peaceful.
Behind him, young Shuying sang. As she sang, Yu Ye spoke again, "You have to sing for a lot of people. How can it be in the first person?"
"Then who are you missing?" Little Shuying muttered. She felt that "you" seemed more appropriate. So, who are you missing?
That year, she composed the first prelude of the song.