"And a week after that my mother killed herself," Yin Song wiped his tears with a handkerchief. "Back then when I said those words to her, I felt that I was right in doing so."
"I didn’t even regret those words, but when I heard that my mother was gone, I realised that I had gone too far and to make things worse, everyone soon changed their tune after the death of my mother. I watched how everyone started praising her again."
"Once she lost her life, my mother sohow beca the victim," he chuckled mockingly upon rembering the many interviews that went live after the death of his mother. "They all said that she might have been forced or that Wei Yan might have tried to blackmail her."
"Brilliant as she was, how could she create such a disgusting album? They all continued to say that my mother must have been in so kind of trouble which led her to compose these songs. Which turned out to be the truth in the end…"
More and more tears leaked out of Yin Song’s eyes as he continued to speak, "But even if the truth is out now, what change can it make? My mother is gone and she will never return."
"And all of this is due to that album," he tipped his chin at the paper bag that Luo Huian was holding in her hand. "I have enough guilt and regret without that album in front of my eyes."
"If I had been a bit more kinder and hadn’t let my emotions get the best of then nothing like that would have happened. My mother needed the support of her family and we gave her none."
Madam Ren patted Yin Song on the back of his hand. She said to him, "There is no need to apologise. It was not your fault, you were just fifteen back then Ah Song.. you didn’t know any better."
She naturally did not bla Yin Song. After all, he was just a young teen r back then and he was getting bullied left and right by the reporters, his classmates and everyone else. They called him a myriad of nas and made him feel embarrassed and humiliated.
It wasn’t surprising for her to find out that Yin Song had been a tad bit rude towards his mother. If she was in his shoes, she would have done the sa thing as well, after all, she was with Yin Song in the school when he was getting bullied.
And even though Madam Ren had tried to stop the bullying, nothing worked as the children followed the lead of their parents. With their parents egging them on along with the teachers supporting them, there was nothing they could do.
Yin Song sniffed and nodded. He raised his head and went to say sothing else but then he saw Luo Huian putting the album in a player.
"What—what are you doing? I don’t want to listen to that degrading music. It’s an insult to the mory of my mother—"
"The only thing that is insulting here, is your refusal to accept that your mother was a genius," remarked Luo Huian. She raised her head and sternly said to Yin Song, "Your mother was an artist above many, at her most desperate ti she awakened a new skill which allowed her to change the notes of her album into programming code."
She brought up the album and showed the back of the cover to Yin Song where a silver scanning code was imprinted, before pointing to the scanning code behind it. "The notes and songs of her album which you heard were just a ssed up rip off which was created by her skill. As for the real lodies—you have never heard them."
"P-programming?" Yin Song squeaked as he looked at the album.
"That’s right," Luo Huian nodded as she pressed the play button of the player. "Unless it was decoded by a really skilled programr, there was no chance for anyone finding out the truth behind this album."
"And as long as the program is activated," Luo Huian glanced at the dia player just as a soft humming sound echoed in the ward. "The real lodies and songs—which she wrote for her husband, son and disciple …appears."
’My brightest star, the only one.
I think of you at every turn.
Be with —oh, be with ,
Momma will hold you when you fall.
I will be your shadow till dawn.
Be with —oh, be with .’
"Mother…" Yin Song gulped as he listened to his mother’s lodious voice. She was not singing a dry and off-tune song which had no emotions but a song that touched his heart, every note clashed against his heart and caused Yin Song to shiver.
’My brightest star, the only one.
I think of you at every turn.
To the moon and sun, let him chase your glory.
For he is my little glorious angel,’
"Mother…fo—forgive ," Yin Song covered his face as he continued to listen to the song that his mother had written for him. "I never really understood you."
"Ah Song," Madam Ren looked at the r who was crying and wished to hug him but with her body tightly wrapped she could only manage an awkward pat.
"There is no need to feel sorry," said Luo Huian when Xiao Bai glared at her for being too tactless. "I an —as I said, your mother was an artist beyond anyone’s understanding. I an ..if you could have just understood the true intentions behind her work…then would she still be counted as an artist?"
"You should be glad that your mother left her greatest work under your na."
Her words caused a surge of warmth in Yin Song’s heart who nodded with his face still covered with his hands as he remarked, "I will never let this album leave my sight anymore, Miss Luo."
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