This celebrity became even more popular after being exposed of having multiple girlfriends-Chapter 63 - Mother
Chapter 63: Chapter 63: Mother
Chapter 63 -63: Mother
“What is Wu Mu singing about?” On the contestant seats, He Jie obviously was a bit confused about the theme of Wu Mu’s new song.
Without writing down the first few lyrics and looking at them carefully, it was indeed hard to understand what they meant by just listening to the song.
Zheng Qiang shook his head, “I can’t tell for now, but the melody is nice, a very soothing folk style.”
Folk music in a professional competition was undoubtedly a disadvantage—too gentle in terms of pure sensory stimulation. If you couldn’t convey the feeling, it would seem as if you lacked skill and couldn’t touch people’s hearts.
Did Wu Mu convey the feeling?
He did—profoundly!
The audience below the stage, who had previously mocked and yelled at Wu Mu to die, were now quietly watching Wu Mu on the stage.
They were a bit lost by the lyrics, but they could sense the emotions in the song.
It was as if Wu Mu had drawn them into a dark room with no one else around, and in the center of that room, Wu Mu was speaking, somewhat incomprehensibly, but they could vaguely feel that it probably was a story about love and longing.
Mo Mo was also watching Wu Mu on stage closely.
She had discovered a long time ago that watching Wu Mu sing was the best opportunity to observe his inner world.
Although Wu Mu didn’t usually hide his various preferences, his overall composure and strength made it hard to truly understand his inner world.
She knew about the superficial things—Wu Mu liked to joke around, liked playing video games, liked eating, and so on.
But it was difficult to understand what Wu Mu thought of her, what he thought of that woman from the past, what Wu Mu longed for, what he feared, and other deep, heartfelt matters.
Only while singing could she vaguely sense some of these through the emotions in the music.
Like now.
Love, longing, regret, anticipation.
Mo Mo felt various emotions in Wu Mu’s singing.
What was Wu Mu missing and anticipating with regret?
Mo Mo pondered this, and Gu Yu, who was watching Wu Mu beside her, spoke seriously, “His mother.”
…
On stage, Wu Mu played the guitar, his thoughts somewhat distant.
He remembered his mother from a past life.
His mother had passed away over a decade ago in that past life.
But he still vividly remembered his mother’s face.
A face small and thin, very delicate and gentle, which didn’t quite match the identity of a rural woman.
As a child, he was quite afraid of his mother, mainly because she disciplined him, while his father spoke less.
His childhood memories of his mother were mostly about her confiscating various books, catching him in an internet café, or solemnly promising teachers she would discipline him well.
He had always thought of his mother as stern and somewhat aloof, sometimes even afraid to be alone with her.
It wasn’t until he went to university and came home for the first break that he saw the surprise and affection as she grabbed his hand and wrapped her arm around him as they walked home together.
That was when he realized she might not be as stern as he had thought.
Perhaps her previous sternness was just a façade she felt forced to adopt because of his mischief.
Sometimes she could even be lively to the point of childishness, sending him all sorts of random emojis after learning to use WeChat, asking about the girl in the photo on his social media, or asking for a “Mother’s Day red envelope.”
If she could truly be reincarnated, how he would feel about it was uncertain, but she would surely be full of hope that there would be a place for her in the new world.
Or perhaps she had already been reincarnated, but like in the song, without leaving any memories?
“But how do you remember me.”
“I bring news from another realm, but how can I tell you, doomed to meet in oblivion.”
Perhaps after reincarnation, she is no longer my mother, but a friend, a niece, a lover?
“I remember this place was a forest; behind it was a slope where we filled our bags with dates every autumn.”
“I remember, besides being your friend, I was also your uncle. You always liked to follow me, just for those few copper coins.”
“I remember we were lovers, and then the war broke out. After you went to the battlefield, you never came back, until I stopped receiving your letters.”
Wu Mu strummed his guitar, picturing that amusing scene, and smiled knowingly.
If only we could meet again, there’s so much I’d want to say.
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The girlfriends I had over the years, the game that made me famous, the joy of starting a game company and becoming a capitalist, traveling through rebirth, the pride of awakening a system… So many stories worth telling.
“Woo woo woo woo…”
“Come give me a hug, come hug me.”
“Woo woo woo woo…”
“Come give me a hug, come hug me.”
His mother passed away when he was twenty-six, just two years after he had started working. His father called him to tell him that she had suddenly vomited blood.
He hurriedly took a flight home, accompanied her to the check-ups; the diagnosis was late-stage stomach cancer.
Both he and his father were thunderstruck, but she was unusually optimistic, smiling and comforting them, saying that birth, aging, sickness, and death were part of life, and she was merely leaving first.
During the ensuing check-ups, chemotherapy, and surgeries, his and his father’s hearts sank bit by bit, barely holding on, while she remained optimistic through the torment of illness and surgery.
She always seemed to be able to stand up when her family needed her.
Until the last day.
Sensing she had no time left, the smile slowly faded from her face, her gentle eyes gradually clouding with sorrow.
Her frail hands tightly grasped Wu Mu’s, choking up and finally bursting into sobs.
“Mu, Mu, Mu, Mu…”
Unable to utter a complete sentence, she kept calling his name.
“Don’t cry, my dearest one, my best playmate. Time is a circle; whether we go straight or turn, we will meet in the end.”
“At some corner of the city, at sunset, behind the screen of a window among a thousand lights, people meet in oblivion.”
“Come quickly and hug me, come hug me, I’ve finally found you.”
“Come quickly and hug me, come hug me, I’ve finally found you.”
If there truly is a rebirth, Mother, become my daughter.
I will love you as you have loved me.
…
Wu Mu slowly put down his guitar, looking out at the audience.
The faces of the audience were faintly visible under the dim lights, some seeming not to understand what Wu Mu was talking about until the end, slightly puzzled.
Some furrowed their brows, as if half-understanding.
Others were already in tears, apparently deeply moved.
But whether they understood or felt represented, the emotions enhanced by Wu Mu’s skill were felt by all.
The song’s mood was not that of venting pain, but rather kind of a nostalgic and wistful telling.
It wasn’t too distressing to listen to, but it inevitably left a tinge of melancholy in the heart.
