[After you finish playing and have dealt with the fans who were lucky enough to find you and patiently waited for you to finish playing, the two of them approach you to discuss things.]
[The two are indeed a couple. The husband's name is Gunn and the wife's name is Fidel. Both of them admire art, but they have no talent, so they transformed themselves into agents to get closer to those shining stars, get close to those arts, and help them move to a bigger and more glorious stage.]
[They once tried to bring idols into the art world, and helped several young idols successfully transform. However, after traffic stars became the mainstream, the two who persisted in pursuing art were excluded and eventually became marginalized. Apart from their original connections, they didn’t have much else left.]
[Fortunately, the couple had saved enough money in their early years, so after being excluded, they left the company, got married, and went on a trip to relax.]
[Unexpectedly, this trip brought us unexpected gains... When they heard your performance, they realized that you would shine in the art world in the future, and they also found information about you on the Internet... At first, they also thought that you were a person who pursued "traffic", but after ordering a few songs in person, they gave up that rude idea.]
[They negotiate with you and want you to become their artist, and guarantee that with your ability and their connections, you will definitely become a big star]
[In response, you just smiled and refused, saying that you would rather finish your studies first... Your attitude made them more certain of your pursuit of art. They were not annoyed by your rejection, but just left their contact information and occasionally guided you on how to manage your personal online account.]
[After a while, you get along with them and become friends]
[It's a good thing, isn't it? You have two more friends, and... your new friends have a lot of connections. If Eden wants to step onto that dazzling stage in the future... it will definitely be easier, right? ]
[Hmm? As for why you don't go? That's...naturally because of personal pursuits. After all, if you perform on the street...you can always see a lot of people, and occasionally hear stories told by all kinds of people.]
[Whether it is the office workers in a hurry, the children who are happy after school, or the elderly who enjoy the lively atmosphere around them...all kinds of people will gather around you because of the music]
[Maybe they don't know you, but they are happy to talk to you and discuss your music. Some brave people will even dance to your music, causing everyone to cheer and applaud.]
[You are happy with this and are willing to witness everything]
[It’s just that in this daily life filled with cheerful tunes, a short section of sad tune suddenly interrupts]
[Mother Teresa...is leaving]
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"Mother Teresa..."
"Ah...child, you're here..."
Mother Teresa was lying on the bed, with various instruments placed around her to monitor and maintain her life... The soft sound of the electrocardiogram monitor echoed in the slightly empty church, and the sobbing of others could be heard from time to time around her.
"Why... don't you go to the hospital..."
"I have been there... Child, nothing has happened to me. I am just... old and can't stand the fatigue."
Sister Teresa's tone was no different from usual, even her intonation was light. Except that her speaking speed was much slower than before, there seemed to be nothing abnormal... She was even able to sit up from the bed and gently hold Xiwang's hand.
The rough hands once again touched the dexterous and beautiful hands, but compared with before, the beautiful hands... were wider than the rough hands, and Sister Teresa could no longer completely cover Xiwang's hands with her own hands.
However, Mother Teresa smiled and seemed very happy.
"Child... please don't worry. I haven't left. I am just like him in the past... returning to His side together. Together with Him... I am watching over you and accompanying you."
"My child, don't be too attached to me, and don't keep your eyes on me. Just keep moving forward... You are on the right path and will definitely move towards a bright future."
"But...but..."
Xi Wang's voice was choked with sobs, and warm tears kept flowing from the corners of his eyes... In front of her, he had never held back anything, but because of this, he couldn't stop his tears.
She knew clearly that tears were not something to be avoided, and crying was not something to be embarrassed about... These were exactly what she taught her. But because of this, Xi Wang felt sad instead. She didn't want her to see her like this, as she had an inexplicable... sense of shame.
"It's okay, kid... there's nothing wrong with expressing your emotions as you feel."
Sister Teresa slowly raised her hand and touched Xiwang's subconsciously lowered face, gently wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes... The warm feeling coming from her fingertips made her smile again.
He is still so well-behaved.
"Come to think of it, kid...I don't think I've heard the song you wrote recently...Um...Can you satisfy my curiosity?"
Mother Teresa said this, half-jokingly, as she gestured to the piano in the middle of the church that was used for the choir.
"Even the musical instruments are prepared for you?"
Perhaps because the end was approaching, Mother Teresa's words were no longer so serious and calm, but instead carried a bit of the frivolity and liveliness of a young person.
"……it is good."
Xi Wang did not hesitate, but wiped her tears, then raised the corners of her mouth slightly, responded with a smile, stood up and was about to leave.
"child."
"Well, I'm here."
"Arrange your clothes... again."
As she spoke, she wanted to stand up and help, but was quickly supported by the nuns around her. Xi Wang also waved his hands, indicating that there was no need to do so... he had grown up.
While quickly tidying up his appearance, he quickly glanced around, looking for something that could serve as inspiration.
He rejected Eden's invitation, sat alone in front of the piano, opened the lid, and habitually tried a few keys to confirm the tone, and then... his thoughts became a little messy again.
He didn't know which song to play. Those tunes were too cheerful. In his current mood, he couldn't play those songs well... and now he wanted to write a song specifically for Mother Teresa.
I looked up at the church illuminated by the setting sun. A beautiful winged person was reflected on the colorful glazed tiles. It looked like an angel... I turned around and saw Mother Teresa, who was full of expectation, and the other people around her.
My eyes unconsciously fell on the window sill of the church, where I could see a few pure white pigeons.
With a slight movement of my fingertips, I could feel the faint, gentle breeze coming in through the crack in the door.
Xiwang... seemed to have some feelings.
Gently place your hands on the black and white keys, and then slowly press the notes.
The voice was very light and soft, as gentle as a pure white feather falling from the wings of an angel.
"I took the supermarket flowers from the windowsill~?"
“threw the day old tea from the cup~?”
The gentle voice flows out slowly along with the sound of the piano, like a mountain stream, and like a breeze in the woods.
It is mixed with gratitude, thanks, and also with longing for the past.
There was no other sound but his singing and the sound of his piano, echoing in the church along with the gentle breeze.
"Oh I'm in pieces, it's tearing me up, but I know~?"
"A heart that's broke is a heart that's been loved~?"
Mother Teresa smiled, very happily and joyfully, because she recognized that this was the song that Xiwang had thought of on the spur of the moment. This was... the song that Xiwang had dedicated to her.
She smiled contentedly and no longer forced herself to hold on. She just lay back, leaning against the soft pillow, and stared at him silently with a look of satisfaction.
The sun gradually sets in the west, and the sunlight shines through the colorful glass and obliquely into the church, dyeing everything around with a layer of golden glow. It is not strong, nor dazzling, but it attracts everyone's attention.
"So I'll sing Hallelujah~?"
"You were an angel in the shape of my mum~?"
She could see it, see His gaze falling on him, see His light shining on him... tenderly and lovingly.
She could see a blue breeze blowing, squeezing in through the crack in the church's unclosed door, bringing warmth and gentleness.
She could see white feathers falling, gently landing from the white doves that were resting on the doors and windows.
"And when God takes you back he'll say Hallelujah~?"
"You're home~?"
In a trance, she could see that beside him was a woman with six wings on her back. She had a gentle smile on her face, and an atmosphere of happiness and relaxation surrounded her, like a warm breeze.
In the dim light, she could see long emerald hair like leaves in the forest, and hair accessories like flowers on treetops; she could see the azure color surrounding the six wings... The breeze around her was also dyed with color and became visible; she could see the double [rings] hanging above her head, one azure, one white, moving in a rhythmic rhythm like breathing.
【■■……】
She seemed to notice Sister Teresa's gaze, raised her head slightly, and gave her a smile as warm as the breeze.
Ah...so...that's it.
Mother Teresa's gaze rested on her and she understood something.
???~
Xiwang's piano music continued, and the slanting sunlight was like a golden stream, flowing slowly and covering the black and white piano keys bit by bit.
Xi Wang played the piano very slowly, and the interlude was particularly long, as if this could prolong Mother Teresa's life, as if this could keep her.
only……
"You...have always...been here."
Sister Teresa stared at her. Everything around her became blurry, but her figure became clearer and clearer.
The golden sunlight came with her, like the holy light of heaven.
He could see her slowly walking towards him. Against the backdrop of the golden light and the blue and white wings, she looked so beautiful and holy.
She smiled with tenderness and kindness, and her light blue pupils revealed a gentleness that seemed to be real.
She was close... very close, along with that warm gold.
"I know...you...are always...here."
Mother Teresa subconsciously raised her hand, and the golden stream shone on the back of her hand, bringing a warm touch.
Ah…ah…she…held her own hand.
Mother Teresa smiled with satisfaction, looking at her hand that she was holding, looking at the gentle smile on her face, Mother Teresa... closed her eyes with satisfaction, and the hand that was touching the sunlight also dropped down, no longer moving.
Di-
The instrument nearby made a constant sound, indicating that a person's heart was no longer beating.
The people around were in a panic for a moment, but soon fell silent, leaving only great sadness and faint sobs.
???~
Xi Wang's piano playing continued...no change, and no stopping.
"Hallelujah..."
His voice trembled slightly, but soon calmed down.
The tears that had just been wiped away began to flow again, falling drop by drop on the piano keys.
But he didn't stop, he... wanted to finish the song.
"You were an angel in the shape of my mum~?"
"You got to see the person I have become~?"
"Spread your wings and I know~?"
"That when God took you back, he said Hallelujah you're home~?"
After singing the last word and playing the last note, Xi Wang slowly withdrew his hand and gently and softly closed the piano cover.
"call……"
After adjusting her breath and wiping away her tears, Xiwang smiled again, gently, and whispered a blessing.
"Goodnight…Mother Teresa."
He believed that Mother Teresa, like Father Enrique, must be watching him from somewhere, so... he would be more determined to move towards the future they expected.
for sure.
Chapter 5829 [Wish] ()
[Mother Teresa's passing is not good news, as it means that another person closest to you has passed away... In a sense, you already considered her as your "mother", after all, she took care of you for quite a long time... Although considering her age, she should be your "grandmother"]
[But as I said before, because she left, you should be more determined to move forward, so after you adjusted your emotions a little, you returned to school with Eden.]
[Although you didn't say it, most of the classmates could sense that there was a faint atmosphere of sadness surrounding you, and the tunes you played recently were also a bit low, which made them a little distressed... So, they came up with a plan]
[When you went out as usual and prepared to perform on the street, several students quietly followed you... and then they found that you stopped at the square in front of a church. It seems that you planned to perform here today.]
[This is understandable. After all, it has been exactly one week since Mother Teresa passed away. It is also natural that you would come to a place like a church to perform. Everyone guessed that you would remember and pay tribute to Mother Teresa in this way.]
[Thus, a large-scale "event" planned by many people began]
[At first, a nun who looked familiar to you came up to you, gently placed a few dollars in front of you, and asked you to play "Ode to Joy"]
[This is a reasonable song request. After all, this place is close to the church, so it is not surprising that someone would request this song. The instrument you brought today is also a cello, which is enough to play. However... you always feel that the little nun in front of you seems familiar, as if you have seen her somewhere before.]
[So, while you played the music, you recalled where you had seen her before... Soon, you remembered that she seemed to be a child who had accompanied Mother Teresa before, one of the children taken care of by Mother Teresa. Now... she also wore a nun's uniform, and seemed to be planning to continue Mother Teresa's path.]
[However, before you can continue to think, you hear light footsteps. When you turn your head, you can see that it is one of your classmates. He comes to you with a double bass, nods to you in a friendly way, picks up the bow, plays the music, and joins in smoothly.]
