[Everything is fleeting, everything will pass, and what has passed will eventually become a kind nostalgia.]

Han Sen watched them leave, but didn't ask any questions.

At this time, the only words from the Russian poet Pushkin echoed in his mind. At the same time, almost at the moment Clover disappeared from the studio, Han Sen suddenly remembered a sentence in his heart.

"Later, I realized that she was not my flower, I just happened to pass by her in full bloom."

That's a short sentence left in the memo on the phone.

At this moment, Han Sen finally understood.

The farthest distance in the world is not life and death, but you standing right in front of me, but I don't recognize you.

Han Sen smiled and hit his slightly aching chest.

Brother, you have left, so don’t miss this body anymore.

Let the past go with the wind!

"Senzai!"

Gao Zanzhi was a little surprised when he saw Han Sen walking out of the live broadcast room.

Then he stood up in person, walked over, shook hands with Han Sen, and chatted cordially: "Is there anything you don't feel comfortable with?"

"No." Han Sen shook his head.

"That's good. It's your first time here, so I'm worried that you'll be stressed."

Gao Zanzhi smiled and said: "You just heard that Miss Guan asked us to take care of you more. It seems that you are very lucky, Senzi!"

Listening to the other party's teasing, Han Sen sighed inwardly and said calmly: "I have nothing to do with Miss Guan."

"Yes, I understand."

Gao Zanzhi blinked and secretly thought that this guy is really cautious, but on the surface he is still as friendly as before: "But I will do my best if I am entrusted by others. The play of "Friendship Years" will end soon. You go back first. If during the live broadcast,

If you feel uncomfortable with something, you can raise it and we will solve it together."

Han Sen nodded and turned around to go back to the live broadcast room. But just as he opened the door, he turned back and asked, "I would like to ask, is there a piano here?"

Wang Zhu heard this and looked at it in surprise: "Is it possible to have an electric piano?"

"OK."

Han Sen nodded, then looked at Gao Zanzhi and said, "Mr. Gao, I want to play and sing a song here. I don't know if I can..."

"Yes, of course I can. I should have asked you to sing "Friendship Years" live in the live broadcast room today. This is the call of the fans. If you can take the initiative to propose it now, of course it is okay."

Gao Zanzhi was surprised. Although he was surprised by Han Sen's request, he valued Han Sen very much, so he readily agreed. Finally, he couldn't help but ask: "Is it a new song? An original song?"

"right!"

"Never made it public?"

"No."

Gao Zanzhi's heart skipped a beat. He thought it was a song to be performed in the next "Xiangjiang Star" semi-final. He was excited and immediately ordered: "Okay, no problem, Wang En, go and adjust the electric piano for him."

Wang Zhu agreed immediately, turned around and trotted to make arrangements.

Immediately afterwards, Gao Zanzhi picked up the walkie-talkie: "Xiaoxiao, Xiaoxiao! When "Friendship Years" is over, you can predict that Senzai will sing a new song later! Original new song! Accompaniment? No, no need. Senzai is a professional.

He plays and sings by himself!"

The anchor Xiaoxiao who was waiting in the live broadcast room immediately wrote a draft in her heart. This is the basis of a professional host's broadcast.

Soon, an electric piano was placed in the live broadcast room. At the same time, a staff member installed a microphone stand. After a brief sound check, all the instruments were handed over to Han Sen.

Han Sen sat down in front of the piano.

The electric piano has no pedals and is an electro-acoustic instrument. It was popular thirty years ago and is very popular all over the world. Except for the slight difference in tone, it is no different from the piano in terms of playing.

Stroking the black and white piano keys, Han Sen thought of Guan Tingjiao who had just left, felt the slight pain in his chest, and sighed deeply in his heart.

Brother, this is the last time I prove your existence.

After today, all the darkness will be left to the past, the cold winter will be gone, and the stars will be bright. I also hope that in the days to come, the sunshine will be gentle, and we will all be surrounded by the gentle mountain breeze.

When I wake up, I believe it will be a beautiful day again.

Let this song be my final farewell to you!

Han Sen closed his eyes and carefully felt the slight pain left by his previous body.

He thought of those short sentences carved on his desk and left in memos.

I think of the words "Jiao" sent in the text box.

Gradually, the corners of Han Sen's mouth curved slightly.

Seeing this scene, Xiaoxiao was slightly startled.

So handsome!

Especially under the dim and dim lights of the live broadcast room.

The delicate face seemed to be shining.

Between hazily.

Xiaoxiao looked at that face and suddenly had an illusion.

Did I see it wrong?

That is, sadness and pain?

This Han Sen, why did he seem to be a different person in the blink of an eye...

She was amazed.

At this point, the playback of "Friendship Years" ends.

There was a lingering sound.

Xiaoxiao came back to her senses, smiled, and continued into the microphone: "Dear listeners and friends, you are blessed! Today Han Sen's new song has the world premiere. Yes, after "Friendship Years", our Sen Zai will

Bringing his latest original song on Xiangjiang Music Radio——"

She looked at Han Sen, expecting him to tell the name of the song.

But Han Sen was closing his eyes at this time, brewing his emotions, and didn't respond at all.

Xiaoxiao was a little helpless and had no choice but to push the mute button in front of the live broadcast stage and said: "I sincerely thank every listener who has been waiting. Next, let us listen carefully to his singing..."

At this moment, outside the soundproof window, all the staff looked over.

Playing and singing original songs on a music station is a novelty for all the staff.

There is no precedent in the past.

It's just that in recent years, few people have played and sang live on the radio.

What's more, it's original and has never been released before.

"I heard it's a song that will be prepared for the semi-finals?"

"The director said yes, but I'm not sure either."

At this moment, everything is silent.

Everyone looked at Han Sen with scrutiny and curiosity.

After Xiaoxiao finished broadcasting.

next moment.

In the dim light, Han Sen opened his eyes calmly.

At the same time, the fingers started playing on the black and white keys.

Music sounds.

The sound of the piano is soothing, like a flickering light that shines into all hearts.

"If this chandelier pours down

Or I will no longer exist

even if you don't love

There is no need to separate..."

Han Sen's eyes were sad, his expression was no longer cold, and his calm face revealed a hint of warmth.

It's like remembering that most beautiful time.

At the same time, images from his previous life that were buried deep in his memory also appeared in his mind.

She broke up with him and they were lying on the bed.

This is their last night together.

He looked at the chandelier above his head and was looking forward to it crazily:
To be continued...