Du Xingguo looked back at her and smiled, "It's nothing, I just remembered your great-grandfather, he used to be just like the song, holding my hand, trying to take me to tomorrow."
But though he said it was nothing, Lin Qingyue, who seldom saw him in this posture, was really worried and involuntarily placed her hand on his.
Du Xingguo did not say anything more, just held her hand in return.
His gaze returned to the stage, watching the singer, his emotions immersed in the song, deep within the memories.
The other audience members did not have Du Xingguo's personal memories, but they were still engulfed in the imagery created by the lyrics, lost in the emotion of the song.
"You are, the long river of time."
"The sky set aflame by stars."
"I am the one who looks up, turning you into a song."
"You are, the reason I came."
"And the home where my heart resides."
Lin Qingyue's father, Lin Xueming, was also silently listening to the song.
