This is a very heavy song, a belated confidence. Father's love is like a mountain, which once made Ou Zinan feel depressed and unable to move. He was afraid of seeing his father's disappointed expression, so he squeezed himself and forced himself, but instead he fell into the predicament of being timid and unable to break free. How can a person who can play eighteen musical instruments well, not have musical talent?

It was not until the death of his father that the haze that had blinded his eyes was dispelled, and his infinite courage was aroused. He wrote all the emotions that he wanted to love but did not dare to love, the repression that he wanted to say, the repression that he didn't dare to say, and the pain that he wanted to retain but was powerless to write in this song.

All the contradictions, struggles, nostalgia, and reluctance were released through Zhou Yun Sheng's singing. Before he knew it, many people in the audience were already in tears, and Zhou Yun Sheng was affected by Ou Zinan's remaining emotions, so he choked up and couldn't continue.

The piano sound came to an abrupt end, Zhou Yun Sheng covered his face with his hands, so that no one could see his embarrassment. At the same time, Ou Yibo's old face appeared on the huge LED screen. He was holding the camera, pointed the lens at himself, and said weakly, "My son said he would sing a song specially written for me, and I am looking forward to it."

The camera shakes, aiming at the handsome young man sitting in front of the piano. Looking at the surrounding furnishings, this should be the Ou family's villa.

The young man was very nervous, he loosened the top two buttons of his shirt, coughed again, and said slowly, "This song is called "Because of You", Dad, I wrote a lot of what I wanted to say to you in this song You must listen carefully to the song."

Ou Yibai agreed. Although his face did not appear in the camera, the joy and relief in his voice were indistinguishable.

Under the stage, Lin Siqing's fans were all stunned, and their hearts were filled with embarrassing emotions. Lin Siqing took photos of all the evidence submitted to the court and posted it on Weibo. All manuscripts of "Because of You" are marked with dates, indicating that he only started creating after his teacher passed away.

But now, while Ou Yibai is still alive, Ou Zinan has written this song and sang it in front of him. Exactly who plagiarized whom, the answer is self-evident. The manuscripts submitted by Lin Siqing became irrefutable proof that he was lying.

The same rhythm, the same singing, and the same singing could not be continued until halfway through. Ou Zinan pressed his forehead against the piano, and big drops of tears fell on the black and white keys, indicating that he could not save his father's pain and despair.

Ou Yibai lifted the quilt, staggered to his son's side, squatted down, held his hand tightly and said, "Zi Nan, this song is great, it's the best song I've ever heard in my life. There is a saying I kept forgetting to tell you."

"What?" The young man turned to look at him, his eyes and nose were red, he looked very fragile and very cute.

Ou Yibai laughed lightly, inserted five fingers into his son's hair, and said slowly but firmly, "Zi Nan, you have never let me down. On the contrary, you have always been my pride. You are my father's pride."

For this affirmation, Ou Zinan waited for more than ten years, he blinked in disbelief, and while still in a daze, he was held in his arms by Ou Yibai and stroked like a baby. Gradually, the stroking on his back became weak, until it stopped, Ou Zinan turned his head cautiously and looked at his father, only to see that he had closed his eyes, with a peaceful smile on the corner of his mouth.

He died in great satisfaction.

"No! Dad, don't leave me, I'm afraid..."

The heart-piercing cry of the young man resounded throughout the star pavilion. The despair and pain of losing a loved one was like a sharp icicle, piercing his chest one by one, twisting his heart into pieces. Under the stage, all the audience were suppressing the pain and sadness in their hearts. Where the lights shone, everyone's eyes were flushed with tears, and even more so, they were already crying and couldn't restrain themselves.

The LED screen gradually went out, Zhou Yun Sheng stood up, walked under the beam of light, and said slowly into the microphone, "This is the image of my father when he was dying, and it is the most painful and untouchable memory I have. I have been hesitating whether to take it or not. Come out, because I don't want more people to see him weak. In my heart, he has always been the strongest and most indestructible being."

Having said this, he choked up again and had to lower his head to adjust his breathing. After a while, he continued, "You can insult me ​​and deny me, but you cannot deny my father and disturb his peace in heaven."

Closing his eyes, when he opened them again, all the sadness in his pupils was replaced by anger, his tone was cold and sharp, and his words were like knives, "This song does not need drums, bass, electric guitar, electronic mixing... only Accompanied by the purest piano. This song is not the grumbling and groaning after a lovelorn, but a requiem I gave to my father. Lin Siqing, when arranging this song, did you ever think about this song for me? How important is it to my father? You have betrayed my trust and tarnished my music, and I will never forgive you! Ever!"

The young man looked straight at the camera, and the big screen showed his indifferent and sharp eyes like ice skating blades.

The audience under the stage was stunned, and when he disappeared on the stage, he woke up like a dream and looked at each other in dismay. They came to avenge Lin Siqing and Ge Mengshu.

Before that, they believed that only the talented Lin Siqing could write such an excellent song, and only the top-notch singer Ge Mengshu could perform it perfectly. What is Ou Zinan compared to the two of them? But after the brainwashing of the previous twenty furious songs, they have been completely conquered.

Of these twenty songs, any one of them can be called a masterpiece and has the potential to become popular all over the world. Ou Yibai said he was his pride, and he was right. In terms of talent, Lin Siqing can never be compared with Ou Yibai, while Ou Zinan's talent is better than blue, far above Ou Yibai.

Lin Siqing has written so many songs and released so many albums since her debut. Even if she picks the best one, it cannot be compared with any of the twenty songs.

Lin Siqing is not as good as Ou Zinan, and there is a huge gap between the two. Even the most die-hard fans have to admit it.

The fans were silent, feeling extremely depressed. There are also people who come here purely to join in the fun. Under the shock of one song after another, they have already turned into fans, and fans have turned their heads. Seeing that the idols were indeed wronged, they waved the star stick and shouted, "Ou Zinan, you are the best, You are our pride and we will always support you! Come on!"

"Come on, don't be beaten!"

"One more song, two hours is not enough!"

"You must persevere, gold will always shine!"

One after another, comforting voices resounded through the Star Pavilion, making Lin Siqing and Ge Mengshu's fans more and more embarrassed and angry. The embarrassment is because of the abuse and misunderstanding of Ou Zinan before, and the anger is because of the idol's deception and deception.

Lin Siqing debuted as a musical genius, and has always been the highest among the Four Heavenly Kings. Most of his fans are mature professional men and women with their own judgment and determination. At this point, they all blushed, and they were a little ashamed to see people.

The star pavilion began to be restless, and the audience stayed in their seats for a long time and refused to leave.

"Ou Zinan, I'm sorry!"

"Ou Zinan, we were wrong, please forgive our ignorance."

"Ou Zinan, from now on you are my idol, I support you!"

There are many people who are about to defect, but the few veteran fans who organized this revenge operation did not stop it. An apology is deserved and necessary.

Most of Ge Mengshu's fans are little girls and boys who are very emotional. A few nagging a few words, saying that the video can also be faked, and they were immediately scared to look up by the angry eyes projected from all around.

Security and police began to evacuate the crowd, and the concert started with a bang, but ended in embarrassment.

Sun Ximu stood in the shadows, looking intently at the young man under the spotlight. He is so dazzling, dazzling, every move and every move exudes unparalleled charm. He is the most mellow wine and the most potent drug. No one can resist his deliberate temptation, and no one can escape his capture.

Sun Ximu knew that as long as he stood on that stage, he would definitely succeed, but when he really succeeded, he couldn't stand the fiery gazes of others betting on him.

He watched him walk towards him step by step, and his blood began to boil little by little. How much he wanted to drag him into his arms and kiss him wantonly, lock him in the room and violate his heart, use the hardest part to smash into his body, and entangle him frantically... His heart has been colic for him, burst, and shattered into powder. His legs were stubbornly stuck to the floor, unable to move.

He was always taciturn and couldn't think of any way to express his love, so he showed a confused expression.

Zhou Yun Sheng walked up to the man and asked, "Why are you in a daze?"

Sun Ximu's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he said in a hoarse voice, "You did a great job, better than I thought. I'm proud of you."

Zhou Yun Sheng suddenly bullied him, stretched out his arms to trap him in the corner, and said slowly, word by word, "I want to confirm one thing, I hope you can cooperate."

Sun Ximu swallowed hard, and when his heart stopped frantically, he asked, "What's the matter?" Being so close, he wanted to kiss him.

But before he could act, the young man first hooked his neck, pulled his head down, and then covered his thin lips.

The warm tip of the tongue stretched out and intertwined with his own tongue, and an indescribable throbbing was transmitted from the depths of the heart to the soul. In addition to the fragrant flowers and the bright fireworks, there was no room for anything else in the mind. Sun Ximu's eyes were getting darker and darker. He held the back of the young man's head with his left hand, not allowing him to evacuate. With his right hand, he grabbed his waist domineeringly and pressed him into his arms, wishing that the two could become one.

The staff who wanted to come forward to congratulate hurriedly spread out, pretending that they didn't see anything, and thought to themselves: No wonder the boss is willing to throw a lot of money on Ou Zinan. It turned out to be this relationship. Climbing on such a tall branch, it is difficult for Ou Zinan not to be popular, not to mention that he has real materials.