Mo Fei’s previous guess was confird. Yang Yi did indeed use this piece of music to write a song. Before Mo Fei had a chance to feel surprised, she was imdiately drawn in by the first line of the lyrics.
“When you are old, with gray hair, and full of sleep…”
Although won over thirty don’t want to hear soone talking about getting old, when Yang Yi sang this line slowly in a beautiful lody, it had the unique charm of a vow of eternal love.
When I am old, with gray hair, what will he be like?
“When you are old, unable to walk, dozing by the fire, reminiscing about youth…”
Mo Fei was eager to hear the rest, wanting to know how Yang Yi was going to express his deep affection.
Although Yang Yi’s voice could now span many vocal ranges, he didn’t deliberately change his unique magnetic voice. Though it carried a touch of the vicissitudes of life, that sense of tiworn experience was the perfect complent to this song.
“Many people loved you at the ti of your youthful joy, admired your beauty, whether false or true, but only one person still loves your devout soul, loves the wrinkles on your aging face…”
As he sang this part, Yang Yi looked at Mo Fei with deep affection, as if telling her that person was standing right in front of her.
Mo Fei couldn’t help but feel a tremor in her heart, and tears welled up in her beautiful eyes.
That previous line simply sang out the reality Mo Fei was facing now.
As a singer, she started her career at a young age and received countless praises and admiration for her stunning appearance.
Yes, so many people loved her in her youth, loved her beautiful appearance. Even now, under her Weibo, there were always many fans shouting, “Mo Fei, don’t cry, we love you!”
What crying? Wasn’t it just singing “Listen to the Sea”—”Listen, the sound of the sea crying”!
But Mo Fei didn’t care what others said because those people were only drawn to her looks and fa. Just like before, when she hit rock bottom and had nothing, the fans who now claid to love her were infatuated with so other star at that ti…
If one day, she grew old like in the song, with wrinkles covering her face, would those people still love her? Or would they even rember the Mo Fei they once went crazy for?
Only the man in front of her would never leave her!
Yang Yi’s words didn’t seem like a confession but more like a declaration of love!
“Love your devout soul, love the wrinkles on your aging face,” as he sang this line, Mo Fei felt that the happiness in her heart was about to overflow!
Who doesn’t like the admiring gaze of a lover when they were young? It is the greatest affirmation of one’s beauty. But it is just the joy of the early stage of love. When it cos to discussing marriage and thinking about a lifelong commitnt, who wouldn’t feel anxious and uncertain? After all, youth fades, and even the most beautiful face will age. Only love that is deeply rooted and imrsed in the soul can last…
This line was another form of eternal promise!
“When you are old, your eyebrows drooping, the lights dim and flickering…” Yang Yi’s rhythm slowed down again, creating a warm and sweet atmosphere of old age, “The wind blows over, bringing your news, this is the song in my heart…”
The accompanint rose again.
“How many people have loved you at the ti of your youthful joy and admired your beauty, whether in pretense or sincerity… only one person still loves your devout soul, loves the wrinkles on your aging face…” Whether it was the lody or the charm of Yang Yi’s singing, it was Mo Fei’s favorite part. She gazed at Yang Yi with dreamy eyes, feeling that this tall man was the greatest support in the world.
“When you are old and your eyebrows are drooping…” Yang Yi placed the violin and bow on the TV cabinet, singing softly while reaching out his hand to Mo Fei.
At that mont, Mo Fei’s eyes were only on Yang Yi. She pursed her lip, holding back tears of happiness in her eyes, and happily held Yang Yi’s big hand.
“When I am old, I truly hope that I will sing this song for you…” Yang Yi’s last line was sung from his own perspective as the protagonist, but it was also deeply aningful.
Holding hands, growing old together!
When both of them are old, with their hair all white, yet still able to gaze at each other and sing such love songs, perhaps this is the most beautiful wish, right?
Mo Fei stared blankly at Yang Yi’s face, listening dazedly, without even noticing that she was led by Yang Yi to sit on the sofa, next to the heart-shaped candle arrangent.
If one looked closely, the living room, even the hallway and entrance hall were filled with DSLR caras, DV caras, and more. Now, facing Yang Yi and Mo Fei was a professional cara with a red light flashing, the sa one Wang Chao used to film Du Yuanlei’s movie!
For such a morable romantic mont, how could Yang Yi possibly settle for a hasty proposal? He consulted with Wang Chao and arranged the best cara positions. He even borrowed equipnt from Wang Chao and other students from the film departnt. Including his own DSLR, there were six caras in use today, with three in the living room from different angles, aiming to capture this beautiful mont comprehensively and from multiple perspectives!
Of course, once the caras were rolling, Yang Yi no longer had to worry about them.
In the main cara’s lens, Mo Fei was wearing a pure black dress, her slender shoulders slightly exposed, and a pair of black velvet gloves covering her elbows. She gently rested on the edge of the sofa, looking as elegant as a black swan.
But under the flickering candlelight, the enchanting face of this “black swan” and the srizing gaze in her eyes intertwined into a captivating expression, as if telling a beautiful story: A lofty princess descended to the mortal world, without a trace of arrogance, and fell in love with the man before her, who was now beginning to kneel down on one knee for her.
There was a slight difference from yesterday’s rehearsal. Yang Yi perford a small magic trick, covering his hands together and then producing a rose in full bloom with tender green leaves. In Mo Fei’s surprised eyes, he handed it to her and helped her take off the glove on her left hand.
There was no helping it, plans couldn’t keep up with changes. Mo Xiaojun actually asked Mo Fei to wear gloves… But despite this minor flaw, it didn’t overshadow the mont. Yang Yi also perford his movents smoothly, without any sense of awkwardness.
At this mont, the door of the study was pushed open again, and a little girl in a beautiful white princess dress, holding a small black box in her hands, walked out slowly with a solemn expression…
The song that her father sang was beautiful, but Xixi couldn’t understand the deep aning of the lyrics. She wasn’t as moved as her mother.
The little girl still rembered her father’s request. After he finished singing, just like in yesterday’s rehearsal, she tiptoed, opened the door of the study, and then walked over step by step holding the box.
In order to do her task well, Xixi was very serious, even walking each step exactly as rehearsed. In her white princess dress, the little girl looked like a little angel, her serious expression, illuminated by the candlelight, appeared especially devout.
“Thank you, Xixi!” Yang Yi took the diamond ring box from his daughter’s hands and lovingly patted her little head.
However, the little girl who had completed her task couldn’t leave just yet. She stood to the side, witnessing this beautiful mont.
Yang Yi, already kneeling on one knee, opened the box towards Mo Fei, who was holding a rose and looking delighted, revealing the sparkling, crystal clear diamond ring inside.
But Yang Yi was not in a hurry to propose, he recited a poem first.
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