The vast majority of Gu Xiaobai's fans are actually very unhappy with the way "The Mask" consumes Gu Xiaobai.

My little boy is so busy, it’s rare for him to participate in a show, and you still use his status as a big tree to consume him!

What are your intentions?

During this period, fans continued to protest on "The Mask"'s Weibo, but "The Mask" did not explain or reply, looking like it was gritting its teeth and resisting.

Therefore, with such doubts, the year-end ceremony of "Masked" finally ushered in its premiere.

No matter how unhappy they are, these fans are not going to let this episode of "Masked" go. After all, this may be Dashu's farewell performance.

Gu Xiaobai has many die-hard fans. They are all obsessed with the big tree. Gu Xiaobai sat in front of the TV early and got ready.

For example, Fu Zhongliang's favorite songs are some of Gu Xiaobai's songs as a big tree.

That night, Fu Han's villa became lively again.

"Dad, Third Uncle, why are you all here?" Fu Han looked confused when he saw his father and Third Uncle, "Third Uncle, didn't you say you would come on your own? Why is my dad here too?"

When he said this, Fu Zhongdong felt unhappy: "Isn't it okay for me to come? When I come to my son's house, do I have to report first?"

His face was dark, but when he saw Fu Wenyao next to him, he immediately smiled: "Xiao Yao, come here quickly and let me see if I have grown taller again..."

Fu Wenyao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Uncle, it's only been more than a month since you last saw me. How can I grow taller?

Fu Han, who was standing next to him, saw Fu Zhongliang's calm expression and couldn't help but laugh or cry.

Alas, I was tricked by my third uncle again.

My father treats Xiaoyao more affectionately than me, and my third uncle digs holes in me all day long. I am definitely not his biological child.

Fu Zhongliang walked straight to the video room as soon as he entered the house. Fu Zhongdong was actually dragged here by Fu Zhongliang on a business trip. This was his first time participating in such an event.

Fu Han directly treated this group movie viewing as a small party. He prepared a lot of ingredients, found a good barbecue chef, a chef who was good at making side dishes, and several wine shops.

Craft beer given by a friend.

For the next two hours, they planned to just spread out on the sofa, eating barbecue, drinking beer, and listening to music.

There are no shopping malls, no chores, only music to accompany you.

There is nothing more pleasant than this in life.

It was the first time for Fu Zhongdong to participate in such a gathering. He was very puzzled and asked: "You just gather together to listen to music?"

"This is not an ordinary song!" Fu Zhongliang felt dissatisfied with the contempt in his brother's tone. "This is the song of a big tree! If you listen to one less song, you may never hear it again in the future."

"Who is Dashu?" Fu Zhongdong suddenly remembered that many years ago, Fu Zhongliang was the star-chasing boy.

"Well... this issue is a bit complicated... Xiaohan, please explain it to your dad." As the third uncle, it is right to leave problems to the eldest nephew.

After Fu Han explained the ins and outs clearly, the show started.

But Fu Zhongdong still doesn't quite understand why Gu Xiaobai puts on a mask and sings, and you have to listen so carefully?

Fu Zhongdong actually didn't know much about Gu Xiaobai. He had only heard one song "Cheng Xiang Pian" sung by Gu Xiaobai live. It was really difficult for him to find time to listen to music while he was busy.

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As a music program with great influence, the year-end ceremony is still very interesting.

In addition, the effect of Fu Han's video studio was so good that Fu Zhongdong was gradually attracted by the program. He put aside many distracting thoughts and enjoyed music, barbecue and beer with peace of mind.

Next to them, there were two top musicians, Fu Han, Feng He, giving live explanations and comments. Who knows how much higher they were than the judges and guests on TV, so Fu Zhongdong, a layman, quickly got into the situation.

Fu Wenyao sat next to him and said a few words from time to time.

As a younger brother who has completed more than ten years of Fu Han's journey and successfully obtained the endorsement of his family's products in less than a year, Fu Wenyao's perspective on music is completely different from before.

An hour later, Fu Zhongliang stood up suddenly: "I'm going to use the toilet first."

"Yes, hurry up, it will start soon."

Fu Zhongdong also went there. When he came back, he heard Fu Zhongliang shouting: "Brother, hurry up, it's started!"

On the stage, Gu Xiaobai was already standing there.

He wears a big tree crown on his head, with his back to the stage.

The first line of the song begins:

"Hold each other's hands and bid farewell to you without saying a single word..."

Fu Zhongdong was caught as soon as he uttered the first sentence.

He stood at the back of the audio-visual room, not far from the bathroom door. He felt the hairs on his back rising as he listened to the first sentence that seemed to be putting all his effort but then letting it go gently.

At that moment, countless thoughts flashed through, seeming to tear apart his memory, causing many memories that he had not thought about for a long time, or dared to think about, to resurface.

"Fuck..." Fu Han cursed in his voice, but he didn't even pay attention.

Fu Zhongliang opened his mouth wide and looked at the screen in front of him.

4k picture, superb sound, and the best visual angle, although it is not as good as listening directly on the spot, it is already a top-notch enjoyment.

Everyone was quickly caught up in Gu Xiaobai's music. Even after Fu Zhongliang shouted something, he no longer paid attention to what was behind him.

Fu Zhongdong closed his eyes. At that moment, he seemed to have returned to five years ago.

In the best hospital in the capital, he held the old hand and burst into tears.

The frail old man held his hand, smiled, and closed his eyes.

From that moment on, he kept holding the old man's hand tightly, for an hour or two, but the old man never woke up again.

He still remembered that the palm of his hand was losing its warmth little by little.

Countless times after that, when he came back from his midnight dreams, he seemed to feel that the once strong and warm hands were slowly losing their strength and warmth.

A person, no matter how old he is, is still a child at heart as long as his parents are alive.

But that day, he was never the same again.

He is the eldest brother and must take good care of his younger brothers.

He is a father and wants to set an example for his children.

He is an uncle and has to maintain and create his own image.

He is a grandfather, and he also has to take good care of his grandson.

But he is no longer someone's son, and he no longer has a shoulder to rely on.

When he is weak, he must hold on.

When he is confused, he has to figure it out on his own.

Because there is no one left who can answer his questions.

there is none left.

The next two or three years were the craziest days for Fu Zhongdong at work.

He can't collapse, he can't make mistakes, he can't be vulnerable.

Being strong on the outside may also make you strong on the inside.

Later he thought of all this less and less.

Finally, the warm but slowly losing temperature of his palms would never appear in his dreams again.

He felt that he had let go.

But at this time, when he stretched out his hand, he could still feel a warm palm in his hand again.

That feeling was like a bullet hitting his heart, causing his heart to twitch abnormally.

In a daze, he seemed to see an old face, smiled at him, and then nodded.

Then he turned around and left slowly.

He opened his eyes and raised his head.

In the midst of tears, on the background of the stage, a big tree with all its flowers fell.

But another small tree bloomed with flowers on the stage.

Outside the window, it was already late autumn, and the leaves of the big trees were falling.

Thousands of households, in the living room.

Old and middle-aged people were sitting on the sofa and standing in the living room, suddenly bursting into tears in front of their children and grandchildren.

Some losses can never be forgotten or accepted.
Chapter completed!