The soft music continues, the hoarse singing is still in my ears, there is no hysterical shouting, no roar that cannot be extricated, just such a low murmur, singing affectionately. I blame myself but hope, but regret but full of helplessness.

Taeyeon stared at the lonely figure in her eyes, letting the sound float into her ears, and waves of waves rippling in her heart. A simple but romantic picture seemed to appear in front of her eyes. The chance encounter between each other brought this relationship, and learned to cherish and love bit by bit. When he was angry, he tried every means to make himself happy. On a rainy day, he accompanied him to a few small raindrops in the wind and rain, and then for your body, he seriously said to you "I won't do it next time." When you work very late, he gave you a cup of hot milk, and massaged your shoulders and told you not to work too late.

It's just that simple love. There is no sudden surprise, no gorgeous gift. Everything is that simple, just as simple as milk, but with a strong fragrance of milk coming. It makes people feel satisfied. Such precious love can only become a memory now. It is reluctant but helpless. What kind of emotions can make you remember so deeply. What kind of person can make you so unforgettable and cannot be erased from your heart. Taeyeon suddenly found that she envied that person and had a little jealousy. If she could have such a person in her life who could love herself, she would hold it firmly.

"Hu", Han Jiahang finally walked back from his memory and found that his face was covered with water marks. Before he knew it, he still cried. The past is really not that simple. You can say that if you forget it, you can stop mentioning it. Time may be forgotten.

"Papapapapapapa" came a loud applause from behind, and the rapid applause could not hide the excitement. "Perfect, too perfect. The relationship is strong but not dispersed, deep but not messy. It is crispy and like milk coffee, which makes people feel aftertaste and unforgettable." A man with black-framed glasses pushed the door from behind and followed a familiar person.

"Hello." Han Jiahang said politely. Then he turned his gaze to Taeyeon.

"Oh, this is my teacher theone. I just passed by here and heard your song. The teacher felt very good and came over." Taeyeon, who received the message from Han Jiahang, immediately replied. "Teacher. This is Han Jiahang. The trainee who just arrived at the company this year."

"Well, very good, Han Jiahang did you create the song you just played?" theone asked impatiently, shaking Han Jiahang's shoulders with excitement and asked.

"Song?" Han Jiahang asked in confusion. His eyes were full of confusion and looked at the two people in front of him.

"Yeah, yes. The song you sang just now is very nice." Taeyeon also looked up and said, "Don't you know?"

"Haha," Han Jiahang scratched his head. "I was just practicing the mark of rain, and then I became distracted without realizing it."

"Hahaha." Theone laughed loudly. "It's really rare."

Rare? What does it mean? Han Jiahang was waiting for the teacher's explanation with anticipation on his face, but waited around but there was no further text. He was just smiling and staring at himself. He nodded yet.

"Ah? You don't know. You just sang a song. What kind of person is from that person?" Taeyeon said.

"Is that true?" Han Jiahang asked uncertainly.

"Well, I'll play the melody you wrote just now." The teacher said, and sat down and started playing the melody Han Jiahang had just played.

Han Jiahang listened quietly, with an incredible face. He hurried to the electronic piano and turned on the recorder to play it back. A gentle melody sounded, and a faint hoarse voice muttered lowly with the rhythm. Missing, self-blame, regret, helplessness. His mood was all reflected. He wanted to go back, but there was no way back. He wanted to give you more love but lost your figure. No one could escape the worries of love. If he knew how hard the concern was, he could understand it only if he knew how heavy the thought was; if he knew how heavy the thought was, he could understand it only if he loved someone.

Han Jiahang stood there blankly, his eyes lost their focus and a layer of mist was covered in his eyes. Taeyeon didn't say anything, but just looked at the person in front of him, and once again he fell into the memory.

"Han Jiahang, this song is great. It can be released with appropriate polish. I'll help you see how?" Theone's voice once again dragged Han Jiahang back to reality.

"Oh. That's really my honor. Thank you for your hard work, teacher." Han Jiahang said gratefully. Just treat it as a silence, for you, for a commemoration between us. I hope that if I can stand by your side and sing this song for you.

Han Jiahang and the teacher copied the song on paper and handed it to the teacher. After asking for thanking each other, they walked towards the company's dormitory together.

On the street at midnight, there were few cars and few people. Han Jiahang and Taeyeon walked shoulder to shoulder to shoulder to head towards the trainee's apartment. The two figures behind him were dragged very long by street lights, and finally merged into one at the end.

"Sister Taeyeon, is it okay recently?" Han Jiahang asked. "Time flies so fast."

"It's great." Taeyeon replied and then sighed: "Yes, it's already been a month since the last party in a blink of an eye."

"Haha, yes."

"Oh, boy, I haven't called us for a month. Did you forget us?" Looking at Taeyeon who suddenly broke out beside him, Han Jiahang hurriedly said: "No, absolutely not, how could it be."

Looking at the girl who stared beside her, her cheeks were slightly protruding, and her fists were clenched tightly, and she might cause violence at any time. Han Jiahang jumped straight away.

"Ah, am I that scary?" Taeyeon said loudly. "Don't worry I'm not that violent."

"Hehehe." After a debate, Han Jiahang slashed his hair and returned to Taeyeon with a silly smile.

"snort"

After a few minutes of silence, Taeyeon raised her head and said happily. "That Jiahang, today's song is very good. I didn't expect that Jiahang is still so talented. Well, it's good. Keep working hard and have a bright future." As he said that, he reached out and patted Han Jiahang on the shoulder.

"Hehe, thank you." Although he said with a smile, Taeyeon still heard the perfunctory and the loneliness in her tone.

Taeyeon looked at Han Jiahang's glasses that were gradually losing color and asked cautiously, "Jiahang, are you sad? Can you tell me? Because the teacher once told me that every song represents a story. It has its own emotions. The singer wants to tell others in his own voice and convey his emotions to everyone. Therefore, as a singer, you must first learn to listen, understand, and find that emotion. Completely integrate your feelings into the song and blend with the creator's emotions."

Taeyeon looked at Han Jiahang and continued, "When I heard your song today, I felt like I was walking on a road with fallen leaves on the pavement. I recalled while walking, and there was a deep reluctance and loneliness in it."

"Hahahaha" Han Jiahang just smiled. With the dizzy light, Taeyeon felt that the younger brother in front of him had a little more vicissitudes. The deep eyes were precipitated with a thick layer of heaviness. The smile on the corner of his mouth was a little pale and bitter. The unique vitality of the young man left his body bit by bit. Taeyeon suddenly felt sour in her heart, as if she had transferred her warmth to him.

"Ah, boy, are you playing with me deeply?" Taeyeon said deliberately loudly, "How old are you."

"Hahaha." Han Jiahang laughed so hard that he didn't say anything. "Want to hear my story?"

Taeyeon looked at Han Jiahang again with certainty and said sincerely, "If possible, it would be better to say it."

"Hahaha," Han Jiahang suddenly laughed and said, "I think beautifully, do you want to use this to blackmail me? Sister Taeyeon. Don't dream." Regardless of Taeyeon's answer, he left Taeyeon and ran forward. Can you really say it? Who would believe it? I'm afraid it can only be locked in my heart forever.

"Ah, boy, am I that shameless? Stand for me. Let me tell you, Han Jiahang, you have completely angered me." Taeyeon roared angrily and chased Han Jiahang.

I really want to know that I can break the transparent barrier and try to walk into you.

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Chapter completed!