Chun]
What each song meant to its listeners was probably this: no matter how many years passed, hearing it again would bring back scene after scene associated with it.
The snowflakes that had filled the sky that year gradually blurred, and Bai Qingxia's vision began to refocus. On the big screen, the image froze on Stefanie Sun's gentle smile.
As the song drew to a close, the two buzz-cut boys beside her clapped enthusiastically. Bai Qingxia came back to herself, turned toward them, and gave an embarrassed smile.
The two of them were still clapping for all they were worth, showing no intention of stopping.
The girl could only lower her head shyly.
The instant she looked at the floor, a thought suddenly struck her: if only she had found the courage back then to applaud from behind the iron gate for the boy performing for her father in the snow.
She would have told him:
You weren't without an audience. My dad was one, and I was listening behind the gate too.
But Bai Qingxia knew that was only wishful thinking. Even if she could do it all over again, she still wouldn't have the courage to make a sound from the other side of that iron gate.
"It's about time. Let's go."
Lu Yuanqiu took out his phone and checked it. He had noticed earlier that their time was almost up, yet Bai Qingxia still hadn't sung.
This girl rarely got to visit a karaoke place. How could she leave without singing a song? Whether she sang well or not, she should at least experience it once. Otherwise, coming here would have been no different from not coming at all.
Life was so long. You couldn't refuse to try something just because you didn't know how to do