Chapter 108: Under the Sea Wu Mu looked around the audience, then retracted his gaze, took the microphone, and said, "I'll bring you a new song, 'Under the Sea.'" Another new song? The audience was slightly surprised that this guy really sang new songs in every episode. The lights on the stage went out, leaving only a strong beam of light shining on Wumu. The accompaniment sounded slowly, and the cold piano sound echoed in the venue, seeming so empty. Wu Mu opened the system in his mind and it was full of emotional skills. Following the rhythm, singing softly: "The scattered moonlight penetrates the clouds." “Hiding from the crowd.” "The scales of the sea."

In the contestant seats, Ethan and Gina, who originally had business expressions on their faces, were both stunned. This... seemed to be a little bit wrong. Just from these two lines of lyrics, which were in incomprehensible Chinese, they seemed to be able to feel the singer's emotions? No, how is this done? How could this person on the stage, speaking just two sentences with no ups and downs, bring out such strong emotions? They couldn't help but look around, and then they found that the people around them were also stunned like them. Mo Mo, on the other hand, seemed prepared, but his brows were furrowed. "Is this Noon Dog? It sounds exactly like Noon Dog." "It must be him. He's so emotional right after he opened his mouth. Who else could it be but him?" The audience couldn't help but whisper. Not only is this man's voice exactly like Wu Gou's. What’s more important is the way he sings. He expresses such strong emotions as soon as he opens his mouth. Who else could it be but Wu Gou? At this moment, everyone felt a suffocating feeling as if their heart was being squeezed. This feeling is so familiar, this is the feeling when Wu Gou sings emo songs! "The waves wet my white dress." "Trying to push you back." "The waves wash away the blood." "Delusionally warming you." The cold and lonely sound of despair, like the sound from the depths of the sea, drags all the audience down with it. Everyone can feel the numbness that comes after complete despair, and the pain hidden behind the numbness. Everyone seemed to be able to see through the song a person whose life was colorless, filled with crying and wailing. The memories of Wu Mu's previous life were indeed always filled with crying and wailing. My father is so moody. He would be calm and normal one moment, and suddenly become furious the next moment, angered by something unknown.

His memory was always filled with scenes of being beaten by his father, all sorts of little things. I was at the bottom of the class in the exam and embarrassed him; I couldn't resist the temptation to eat a popsicle like my classmates and asked him for money carefully; I saw him playing cards again and tried to persuade him despite the fear in my heart. There seemed to be no warmth in his memories of childhood and early childhood, only the little boy who always hid and sobbed secretly. The only bright spot is the mother. The mother in my memory was a weak person. She spoke softly and always had a forced smile on her face. But although she was weak, she would always protect him at all costs. When her father was about to take action, she would pull him into her arms and protect him, then look at her father with stubborn eyes. After he was beaten and ran away, she would anxiously look for him everywhere, and then when she saw him, her eyes and brows would light up, revealing a beautiful smile with tears in it. After he was beaten, she would check his wounds and secretly wipe away her tears. He depended on his mother's protection. But there are always some complaints and blame in my heart. He blamed her for giving birth to him, blamed her for staying with this man and not taking him away, blamed her for coming to him and not giving him relief. "Listen to the depths of the sea." "Whose wailing is guiding." "The soul is lost in silence." "No one woke you up." Later, all these complaints and blame disappeared along with this one bright spot. On the day of the accident, his mother, who was holding him in her arms as usual, was violently pulled away by his father. She hit the corner of the cabinet and fell to the ground, and the bright red liquid spread bit by bit. She struggled weakly to get up, but couldn't. The last scene in Wu Mu's memory was his mother trying hard to look towards him, but no emotion could be seen in her tearful eyes. Her lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end no words came out. He just tilted his head and gave a relieved smile. This smile of relief became an indelible nightmare in his life. "You like the salty smell of the sea breeze." "On wet gravel." "You said people's ashes should be scattered in the sea." "You asked me where I will go after I die." "Does anyone love you?" The audiences stared blankly at Wu Mu on the stage with their mouths wide open, feeling as if they were sinking to the bottom of the sea, unable to breathe.

Liu Lan looked at Taiamu's eyes with a deep gaze. The first time she met Wu Mu was in an electronics factory. At that time, because Wu Mu was handsome, many girls surrounded him and wanted to chat with him. But he always remained silent, resisting other people's approach, with little fluctuation in his eyes and no vitality in his body. At that time, she was planning to start an entertainment company, and she felt that this man seemed to have quite a lot of unique qualities, and if he was packaged well, he would be able to attract a lot of female fans. With the idea of ​​giving it a try, she recruited Wu Mu into the company. In the beginning, he was packaged as a melancholy idol. Although he did have a lot of female fans, his fame was only maintained within a very small range because he was always resistant to the company's packaging and showing his dark side to the audience. People don't seem to know whether this is an opportunity to change their lives, or just like in the electronics factory, they have to deal with everything around them in silence. She originally thought that this man was just like that and would never become a star, but one day he suddenly began to let go of the darkness of the past, started to work hard to live his life, and began to treat everything around him positively. When did this change begin? Oh, it started from the day she hugged him and called him baby in a teasing manner. "The world has abandoned you." "I always like to put on a smiling face to those who are indifferent to me." "People on the shore all looked like they didn't care." "There is no lingering in the world." "Everything dissipates into smoke." Wu Mu's memory went back to the days when he committed suicide. As the song went on, more details of that day seemed to be recalled by him one by one. After returning to his hometown, he no longer paid attention to the Internet or Liu Lan. I just spent two days to look around the area around my home, including the rooftop, the old banyan tree near my home, and a small park not far away. He had always thought it was just wandering around aimlessly. Looking back now, those places seemed to be the less gloomy scenes in his memory, and there was always a figure accompanying him. On the day he left, he cleaned the house thoroughly, took out the family photo that he had not dared to look at for years, and cut out the man next to it. He stared at the photo of only himself and his mother for a long time, and finally walked into the bathroom. The feeling of having my skin cut was not as painful as I had imagined, but my wrist, soaked in warm water, was extremely cold. He seemed to feel the same pain as his mother did when she fell to the ground that day. No, it should be not as painful as my mother's. After all, his life still has that touch of brightness from his mother, but his mother's life has really lost all its brightness. The day I left, I didn't even have any attachment to him, I just felt relieved.

He was an accomplice in killing his mother, using his weakness and cowardice. Even his weak-willed mother would do everything she could to protect him, but he never thought of protecting his mother. "Mother." He cried out softly before he lost consciousness. Mom, I was depressed for a long time after you died, until I encountered a ray of light again. I tried hard to overcome my cowardice and weakness. I tried hard to become strong and powerful. I wanted to protect her when she needed me. Unfortunately, I failed again, I always fail. I wish I had never come to this world. "Too late, too late." "You cried while laughing." "Too late, too late." "Your shaking arms." "Too late, too late." "No one will fish you out." "Too late, too late." "You obviously hate suffocation." Wu Mu slowly put down the microphone and looked quietly at the audience. The audience was silent. (End of this chapter)