Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva

It's like a distant song coming from a dream, with a hint of piano sound in it, soft and hazy, making people fall into misty memories.

As I grow older, reminiscing about the past becomes more and more sad, because every time I wake up from a dream, look at the falling hair on my hands and the aging face in the mirror, I will realize more and more deeply that the summer that was as sour and sweet as lime will never appear in my life again.

The time that was wasted in the past without any awareness is like water spilled on the ground. No matter how hard you try to grab it, even if your fingers are rubbed bloody, it will not return to your hands.

Everything is like a rumbling train moving forward, and countless scenes are rapidly reversing. Those things that we were once passionate about, hated, laughed at, and cried about have all become strange things that are gradually forgotten.

The sound of the piano remains, and the playing fingers sometimes jump and sometimes fall on the keys. The slender fingers, light pink nails, and the unchanged skin are still exactly the same as they were more than 20 years ago. It seems that just by looking at the figure sitting in front of the piano and swaying gently, one can freeze his life at that most prosperous and beautiful age.

This was a small class reunion with only about twenty people present. Many of them were wearing professional uniforms, some were wearing more formal dresses, and some were still wearing simple plaid shirts. They sat quietly in the corner, looking at the dreamy and hazy figure in the distance through the slightly thick lenses on their noses.

"Hello, my name is Tilan."

A long time ago in the summer, during the break, two girls introduced themselves to a new classmate. The black-haired girl was a little shy, but with the encouragement of her companions, she bravely said the first sentence.

The boy opposite was also a little restrained. He was young, but wore very thick glasses. He didn't dare look at the two little princess-like girls in front of him. Inferiority spread like weeds in his heart. The more he saw light and wind, the more uncomfortable he felt.

He should be in a dark corner where no one cares, not here.

However, he didn't want the girl in front of him to show a disappointed expression. He could see that the girl also mustered up a lot of courage to talk to him. If he didn't answer, the other party would be shocked.

"My name is..." He started to introduce himself, but because he was nervous and spoke too fast his words were unclear.

"My name is David, David, David." His face flushed and he tried to speak slowly and repeated it several times so that the other party could understand.

After saying this, he seemed to have used up all his strength, and then he lowered his head like an ostrich, feeling that he had not performed well. He clearly wanted to leave a good impression on the other person.

A faint regret mixed with bitter inferiority made him want to find a crack in the ground to hide in. Or maybe he should act more indifferent, put on armor, and ignore the popular girl in front of him.

In just a few short seconds, his mind seemed to have gone through hundreds of years of historical dynasties. Finally, he realized that the other party seemed to have not spoken for a long time, so he carefully raised his head.

Unexpectedly, this time he happened to meet that pair of beautiful eyes, those ink-black eyes were a little smart and curious, without the scrutiny, impatience and contempt that he usually saw. They were like pure stream water or mountain spring water, without any worldly prejudice or narrow-minded ideas.

This beauty that reached deep into his heart, just a glimpse of it, made him remember it for many years and he could never forget it.

After that, the two sides talked for a while, but he could no longer remember the content. He just vaguely remembered that the class was divided into groups for activities, and he happened to be in the same group with the girl.

In their subsequent study career, the total number of conversations between them did not exceed 20 sentences. Perhaps many years later, the other party had already forgotten him.

Time flies, and now he is almost 40 years old, but the figure sitting in front of the piano is still as flawless and beautiful as in his memory, with a soft and lively aura.

Unfortunately, these twenty years or so have not made him a big shot worthy of mention. He is still just an ordinary member, running around in the workplace, doing tiring and uninspiring work. If he tells his colleagues that he is going to attend a singer's birthday party tonight, he will probably be laughed at.

But the figure sitting not far away playing the piano did not make him a laughing stock.

Touched, sad, vicissitudes, nostalgia, regret, these various emotions were like an overturned seasoning bottle, making him sigh.

However, today let's put aside the withered and yellowed inferiority and regrets for the time being, and listen quietly to this rare singing and piano music. If you miss this wonderful experience by daydreaming, it would be like creating new regrets for yourself.

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The singing was lingering, soft and dreamy, making everyone in the room listen attentively. Some people looked nostalgic, some smiled slightly, some were in a dream, and some seemed to make some resolutions in the singing.

Under the warm light, the fingertips leaped up and down like butterflies again and again. As the song continued, the girl closed her eyes and recalled. The pictures in her memory unfolded, as if she was chasing a huge colorful oil painting. The solidified brushstrokes in it even felt a little rough and grooved to the touch.

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Gradually, the singing stopped, and the fingers slowly stroked the last scale, leaving behind a lingering and reluctant aftertaste.

The performance ended, and the girl with her back to the crowd slowly stood up. She placed her hands at her sides and gently adjusted her dress. Her subtle movements still had some of the cuteness of her childhood. Then she turned around, and her eyes, like orchids in the dark night, exuded a gentle tranquility.

The stubbornness and embarrassment that were once revealed due to youth and anxiety have now faded away and disappeared deep in the pupils. The blue flower cuffs covering the back of the hand protrude from the black dress, like the stamens of a night orchid, showing the slenderness and charm of the girl's wrist.

At this time, she gently pressed her hand on her chest, bent over to thank everyone, and then said: "Thank you all for coming to my birthday party."

Afterwards, there were bursts of cheerful applause in the room, followed by a lively reminiscing session. Everyone gathered around Tilan and talked, and she slowly glanced at the classmates who were present today, comparing the names with those in her memory.

Tilan is still the same as she was in high school, with a beautiful figure and a bit of girlish gentleness. However, many people present are completely different from the past. Some have gained weight, some have changed their temperament, some are ordinary and introverted, and some are full of vigor and vitality.

Looking at her classmates who had changed a lot from her memory, Tilan felt a lot of emotion in her heart. The last time she saw these classmates was ten years ago. When she sees them next time, she is afraid that the children of these classmates will be as tall as her.

Thinking of those children who looked similar to her and were calling her aunt, Tilan felt a little weird. She wondered how those senior singers got used to it. Although they were not like her who could remain at around 18 years old for special reasons, the Federation's technology and many extraordinary creations could indeed greatly delay the onset of aging, making many singers look like they were 20 even when they were 60 years old.

Well, there are also elves who are born to be blessed. Some elves in their seventies are still in adolescence.

Everyone's experience is limited, but we can see other possible branches of life from those familiar peers, and then enrich our understanding of the world. However, when we understand, it is often accompanied by the sadness that time is hard to return.

"Tilan, do you remember everyone here?" Yilin came over with a glass of sweet sparkling drink and handed it to Tilan who had been playing for a while.

"Yeah, I still remember it." Tilan took the cup, held it in her palm, and answered with blinking eyes.

Whether as a singer or a high-ranking transcendent, she has an exceptionally good memory and naturally will not forget everyone here.

"How about I test you?" Yilin looked at the girl, tilted her head and spoke with a smile.

"OK."

Tilan also responded with a chuckle. She understood that Yilin saw that everyone was rather restrained and wanted herself to liven up the atmosphere and relax it. After all, her current status was too high, and even the most familiar classmates would be nervous in front of her.

"Then I'll start." Yilin took Tilan's hand.

After saying this, this best friend from childhood took Tilan to meet one unfamiliar classmate after another.

The two of them first stopped in front of a plump classmate with a round head and a white shirt that could hardly hide his body shape that was developing like a ball.

"Do you remember this person?" Yilin turned around and asked. The other party also held a wine glass and looked at the two of them with a smile.

"Maybe it's McGee?" Tilan thought about it.

"That's right." The other party replied with a laugh.

"Tilan still remembers me. I'm so proud. Haha." He now runs a small company and leads a good life. He also has two teenage daughters, but he didn't bring them with him.

"McGee used to be silly in class and always said he wanted to be a chef in the future." Yilin talked about the interesting things that happened in elementary school.

"McGee was not fat at that time and was very energetic." Tilan's eyes moved slightly as she spoke of the boy who livened up the class in her memory.

Afterwards, McGee talked about his current situation. Although he is not a chef, he does run a catering company, which can be regarded as the fulfillment of his childhood dream.

"This is the next one." Yilin pulled Tilan forward and stopped in front of a man in a purple shirt.

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He was thin, with medium-long hair, a long face, and a pearl hanging on one of his ears. He had one hand in his trouser pocket and the other holding a wine glass. He was a little unprepared for Yilin to pull Tilan over.

"Do you remember?" Yilin tilted her head and blinked at Tilan.

"This should be Horry." Tilan pressed her chin lightly with her slender fingers and looked at the man opposite who averted his gaze.

"Yes, it's that Hori who likes to bully you." Yilin said with a slightly teasing tone.

"Hey, Yilin, classmate Yilin, you were too young and ignorant in the past." The other party stood uncomfortably and even avoided Tilan's sight.

In Tilan's memory, Holly was a classmate who sat in the back row of the classroom. He was somewhat smart, but always liked to make small calculations and embarrass others. Because Tilan was timid at that time, he also teased Tilan and made her cry. Later, it was Yilin who comforted her.

"What is Hori doing now?" Tilan asked curiously as she looked at the man in the purple shirt who was turning sideways.

"I'm probably in the art field. I do a lot of different things, including image design, clothing alterations, and occasionally making ornaments for people." He turned his head and answered.

"Yeah, that's good too." Although Tilan didn't know the other party's current specific situation, but with the singer's powerful perception, she felt that the other party was not that bad.

Perhaps she has gone through many experiences over the years. She silently blessed these former classmates in her heart, and then continued to follow Yilin to the next person.

Kainuo, Chen Zhiyu, Jian Buyan, these popular figures in the class almost don't need Yilin to introduce them, Tilan can recognize them at a glance. As for other classmates who she has less contact with, because they had very little communication in the past, after all the changes over the years, she has to try to guess before she can be sure.

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"What about this one?" Yilin pulled Tilan to the last corner.

The figure sitting in front of Tilan stood up a little awkwardly. Although he was a little fat, Tilan quickly guessed the other person's name from the thick glasses and simple clothes.

"It's David, right?" She remembered that he was one of the few students in the class who spoke less than she did.

"Yes." The other party smiled shyly and turned his head away.

Seeing this subconscious action, the girl instantly recalled the overlapping figure in her memory. Although the appearance had changed a lot, when it came to personality, it really hadn't changed at all.

"What kind of job is David doing now?" Tilan became curious again.

"I work in a media company, doing some text sorting and preparation work." Compared to those glamorous careers, his job is like an ordinary pool of water, dull and mediocre.

"Is that so." Tilan nodded slightly, her eyes moved down, and then raised them again.

"I remember David used to love reading." In the class, David was the one who liked to stay in the corner with a book in his arms.

"Um."

The other party answered briefly. He was very grateful in his heart that Tilan still remembered these details, but he was not good at speaking and could not respond cleverly and appropriately, so in the end he could only respond with this one word with a buzzing sound, like a fish spitting out bubbles in stagnant water.

Fortunately, there are special beings like singers in the world who can understand the ups and downs of emotions in your heart even without opening their mouths. This silent understanding is also the most gentle and powerful force in the world, breaking through the layers of barriers in people's hearts and connecting all closed hearts.

"I know. David really wants to write the story in his heart."

The girl's voice is like the thinnest golden thread falling into the depths of this ordinary soul, lifting up the dusty original dream bit by bit.

"I will wait for the day when you finish writing your story, because I really want to know what a moving and lively world it will be."

Such a sentence, like the sound of a bell at dawn, breaks through the hazy mist and instantly wakes up the figure that has been wandering and lost.

Perhaps there is still wet mud and withered weeds around me, but the heart in my flesh and blood has never beat so vividly.

Life has not stopped and everything will continue to move forward.

"Yeah, I will," David replied, closing his eyes and feeling something warm running down his eyes.

It's really embarrassing. You're obviously not a child anymore.

It may also be that the me in my heart has never grown up

Even if you are gray-haired, you must keep running towards the bright sun

Maybe that's the freshness and beauty of life.

Sorry everyone~I haven't updated in the past few days

There are so many things to do, including New Year greetings, relatives coming to visit, various details of decorating the new house, and attending blind dates introduced by relatives. So many things are squeezed in at the same time.

In just two weeks, I was shocked by many realities and memories, and I also had many unspeakable emotions.

Really, there have been a lot of changes, whether it's myself, others, or the world...