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After cleaning the kitchen, it got dark.

In this small two-bedroom apartment, Liu Xiaoli sleeps in the master bedroom, and Liu Qianqian sleeps in the second bedroom.

As for Yu Le, Liu Xiaoli somewhat embarrassedly tidied up a small storage room, which could only fit a single bed and an old wardrobe.

"Xiao Yu, I'm sorry to trouble you for now," Liu Xiaoli said softly, looking at the cramped space. "Once... my income picks up, we'll move to a bigger house."

Yu Le really doesn't mind.

Having a place to live, someone to feed him, and not having to worry about anything—isn't this the retirement life he's always dreamed of?

His daily life is extremely regular.

I got up in the morning and took care of breakfast for the mother and daughter.

Then Liu Qianqian went to school, Liu Xiaoli went to the dance studio, and he stayed home alone watching TV, or lying down and spacing out, thinking about the dramas he didn't have time to watch in his previous life.

When it was time to eat, he would go into the kitchen on time and use the limited ingredients in the refrigerator to cook up a variety of amazing dishes that surprised the mother and daughter.

Liu Qianqian's hostility towards him is visibly crumbling under the daily onslaught of delicious food.

Although she still didn't talk to Yu Le much, at least she no longer looked at him with that piercing gaze.

Sometimes, when I see him have cooked a meal, I will even take the initiative to help serve the dishes.

Yu Le, on the other hand, never spoke much or tried to please anyone; he simply did everything quietly.

This way of getting along is strange yet carries a strange harmony.

That day, Yu Le prepared dinner as usual: a plate of braised pork, a dish of stir-fried cabbage with vinegar, and a pot of delicious fish head tofu soup.

The door lock clicked, and Liu Qianqian returned.

But instead of going to the kitchen doorway as usual, drawn by the aroma, she threw her schoolbag on the sofa, slumped her little face, and went back to her room, looking dejected.

With a "bang," the door slammed shut.

Liu Xiaoli, who was setting the table, immediately sensed that something was wrong.

She walked to her daughter's bedroom door and gently knocked.

"Sissi, what's wrong? Who made our little princess unhappy?"

There was no response.

Liu Xiaoli knocked again: "Come out and eat quickly, Uncle Yu made your favorite braised pork today."

"I won't eat!" A muffled cry, clearly tinged with sobs, came from inside the room.

Liu Xiaoli's heart tightened, and she immediately turned the doorknob and went inside.

The room was dimly lit, and the curtains were drawn.

Liu Qianqian lay face down on the bed, her face buried in the pillow, her little shoulders twitching, clearly secretly shedding pearls.

"Xixi, what happened? Tell Mom." Liu Xiaoli sat down on the edge of the bed and tenderly stroked her daughter's back.

Liu Qianqian raised her head, her eyes red like a rabbit's, her face full of grievance.

"Mom... our show... got cancelled..."

"The show was canceled? What show?"

"It's...it's the performance for the welcome party!" Liu Qianqian's tears fell again. "We prepared for such a long play...they said it was too long and just cut it!"

Liu Xiaoli then remembered that her daughter had indeed put a lot of effort into preparing for the Beijing Film Academy's welcome party.

She and several classmates rehearsed a short play, practicing until very late every day after school before going home.

"Why was it suddenly canceled? Didn't it already pass the review?"

"Because they had to add a performance!" Liu Qianqian became increasingly agitated, her voice choked with emotion. "A girl named Wang Man, whose father is an investor who donated a building to the school!"

"She wanted to go up and sing a song, but our show was too long, so they just took our spot!"

She clenched her little fists in anger.

"They also said that if I wanted to continue performing, I would have to change my program at the last minute, and it couldn't be more than four minutes long! What can you do in four minutes! I don't even have time to prepare for singing and dancing! Isn't this just bullying me?!"

Listening to her daughter's tearful complaints, Liu Xiaoli felt both angry and helpless.

She knew that this kind of thing was common in any circle. With the power of capital and the influence of personal connections, what could a dance teacher like her, who didn't have much of a background, do?

All she could do was hold her daughter and gently pat her back to comfort her, saying, "It's okay, it's okay, Sisi, it's just a party, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

"But I just can't accept it!" Liu Qianqian sobbed even harder, nestled in her mother's arms. "They're all laughing at me!"

Outside the door, Yu Le held a bowl of steaming fish soup and heard the mother and daughter's conversation clearly.

His languid face showed no particular reaction.

He pushed open the slightly ajar door and went inside.

"Drink some soup first; even crying takes energy."

His appearance stunned both the weeping Liu Qianqian and the comforting Liu Xiaoli.

Liu Xiaoli felt a little embarrassed and was about to say something when Yu Le handed her the soup bowl.

Yu Le ignored them and said to herself, "It's just a four-minute performance, what's so difficult about it?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Qianqian stopped crying.

She lifted her head from Liu Xiaoli's embrace, glaring at Yu Le with red eyes, looking both angry and aggrieved, like a cat that had been provoked.

"You make it sound so easy! Where are you going to find a four-minute segment these days?!"

"I'll just write one for you," Yu Le said calmly.

Liu Qianqian was completely stunned.

Write one?

Does he think this is writing an essay? Just writing it like that? And it has to be a performance piece!

Liu Xiaoli also found it a bit absurd, thinking that Yu Le was joking, and tried to ease the atmosphere.

"Xiao Yu, stop teasing the child."

Yu Le ignored their questions, turned around and walked out of the room. A moment later, she came back carrying an old, dusty guitar.

That was something Liu Xiaoli bought a long time ago, and it's been gathering dust in a corner ever since.

Yu Le casually wiped the dust off the guitar, sat down in the chair, and tried a few notes.

Then, he looked up at Liu Qianqian, whose face was full of disbelief.

"The song is called 'Invisible Wings,' listen carefully."

After he finished speaking, his fingers gently plucked the strings.

A simple, clean prelude, yet carrying a touch of warm power, flowed through the small room.

Just a few notes were enough to instantly quiet the previously noisy air.

Liu Xiaoli and Liu Qianqian both unconsciously held their breath.

Immediately afterwards, Yu Le began to sing.

His voice wasn't professional; it had a slightly hoarse quality, as if he'd experienced the world, yet it was exceptionally clean and pure.

"Each time—I find strength in the midst of hesitation and loneliness."

"Every time—even when I'm deeply hurt—I don't shed a tear."

The simple lyrics, laid out in a straightforward manner, were like a gentle hand, instantly soothing Liu Qianqian's grievances and resentment.

She stared blankly at the man holding a guitar, his expression indifferent.

"I know—I've always had a pair of invisible wings—"

"Take me flying—fly over—despair—"

When the chorus came on, the melody seemed to sprout wings, bursting through the room's dullness with a force that seemed to break through the soil and strike straight to the soul!

Liu Qianqian's body trembled slightly.

"Don't think about it—they—have a beautiful sun—"

"I see—the sunset changes every day—"

This sentence struck the softest spot in her heart.

Yes, why bother thinking about what kind of background that girl named Wang Man has, or what kind of "beautiful sun" she is?

Isn't one's own effort and perseverance a kind of brilliance?

"I know—I've always had a pair of invisible wings—"

"Take me away—give me hope—"

Yu Le continued singing, without any showing off, just calmly telling her story.

"I finally—see—all my dreams blossom—"

"How bright and clear are the youthful songs they sing!"

"I finally—soar—gazing intently without fear—"

"Fly as far as the wind blows."

The song ended, but the lingering melody still resonated.

The room was completely silent.

Yu Le put down his guitar and stretched lazily.

"How about that? Four minutes, is that enough?"

Liu Xiaoli was completely petrified.

She stared blankly at Yu Le, then glanced at her equally stunned daughter beside her.

This song...

This song is called "Invisible Wings"...

From the melody to the lyrics, it's simple, yet full of healing power.

Especially the indomitable and sun-facing spirit in the lyrics, it's just like it was tailor-made for Sisi at this moment!

And all of this, from when he said he wanted to write it to when he sang it, did it take ten minutes?

Who exactly is this man?

Liu Qianqian sat motionless on the bed, tears streaming down her face again, but this time, they weren't from resentment or anger, but from being moved and shocked.

At this moment, only those lyrics were echoing repeatedly in her little mind.

"Invisible wings..."

She murmured to herself, and a bright light rekindled in her previously dim eyes.

Seeing the shocked expressions on the mother and daughter's faces, Yu Le yawned and prepared to go out to reheat the food.

Just as I reached the door, I heard Liu Qianqian's voice behind me, thick with a nasal tone but unusually firm.

"Uncle Yu..."

"Could you...sing it again?"