MOKA felt her nose sting, and the pressure that had been weighing on her shoulders seemed to vanish into thin air.
Su Li believed in her.
Su Li believed in her.
She is the sun!
Her light would eventually shine on others.
“But why, why do those who borrow my light achieve more than me?”
“Clearly it was my idea, yet I am penniless, while others make a fortune?”
“It doesn’t matter. They can steal your ideas, your innovation, but they cannot steal your talent.”
“As long as you keep moving forward, they will eventually be trampled under your feet. The setbacks you face now are merely a bit of wind and frost.”
MOKA had always prided herself on being a Genius Musician.
Su Li had heard MOKA describe herself this way more than once.
She didn’t need to do much; she only needed to affirm MOKA.
As for whether MOKA could get back up, Su Li didn’t know.
If MOKA couldn’t get back up, then the transaction between them would end directly because one side couldn’t make the payment.
If MOKA got back up, perhaps she would attribute her success to the encouragement in her words.
“Thank you, Su Li.”
MOKA said with a somewhat trembling voice.
Her voice was a little hoarse.
She is a Genius Musician!
Others could take away her inspiration, but they couldn’t take away her talent.
So what if one video went viral?
She believed that with her own efforts, she could publish viral videos time after time.
She would become the Trendsetter of the Internet.
Her own actions were the trend of the Internet.
MOKA’s expression became firm again. She buried her face in Su Li’s embrace.
Unwilling to leave Su Li’s embrace.
Su Li’s embrace was too warm.
It felt too safe.
This same body gave her inspiration time after time.
MOKA felt her sorrow gradually dissipate, and her whole being perked up.
She could even clearly feel the active inspiration in her mind.
‘I am a Genius Musician!’
‘I am a genius!’
Feeling the sense of security from Su Li’s embrace, MOKA suddenly felt that she was no longer so fearful and scared.
She wanted to release songs to mock the difficulties she encountered.
To mock those who mocked her.
Su Li felt the slight trembling from the girl’s body in her arms, and just quietly held her.
MOKA had asked to meet her today, but hadn’t said what she wanted to do.
Even if she had to stand here for a day, Su Li felt it didn’t matter.
MOKA nuzzled in Su Li’s arms, as if she had mustered her courage again.
And Su Li also lifted her face, gently stroking her cheek and said:
“I believe in you!”
Such words of encouragement, although not very useful, sometimes seemed to really work.
She didn’t need to tell MOKA what to do to change her current predicament when she was lost.
Nor did she need to guide her on what specifically to do.
Just by moving her lips, she could make MOKA perk up again.
Talk Therapy, sometimes, was more useful than she had imagined.
Sure enough.
The next moment, MOKA stood up, went to the bedside, picked up paper, and started writing swiftly.
She suddenly grabbed the pen, her knuckles turning white from the force.
She imagined the paper as a battlefield, and the difficulties she encountered and those who troubled her as fierce and menacing monsters.
The rustling sound of the pen tip cutting across the paper was like a sharp sword being drawn, and every note was an arrow shot at the difficulties.
She bit her lower lip and frantically marked accent symbols on the score, as if she wanted to drive a coffin nail into every monster.
Sweat slid down her temples, but she wore an almost ferocious smile.
This time it was the charge of victory; she would start over.
She would tell others that the Music Genius had returned!
Su Li found a chair and sat quietly on it.
Perhaps because difficulties are a person’s best aid, watching the busy MOKA, Su Li felt that the current MOKA was much more steady than before.
At least the way to obtain inspiration had become a bit easier.
In the past, she had needed to dig her nails hard into her flesh and feel the pained sounds she made in order to continuously draw inspiration.
Now she only needed to give a hug and a little encouragement to create a song.
Not much time passed before MOKA’s face showed a joyful expression.
She picked up the paper covered with score, let out a soft breath, and her whole being was filled with fighting spirit.
Like a child presenting a treasure, MOKA came before Su Li and softly hummed in her ear.
“Does it sound good?”
“It sounds good.”
Su Li calmly gazed at the score MOKA handed over, her fingertip lightly tapping the paper.
“The tearing feeling in the chorus is like a rose blooming in a thorn bush.”
She translated professional jargon into concrete imagery, showing an expression of understanding it well.
Although she didn’t understand music, she knew how to praise others.
As long as it was praise, whether specific or not, the other person would feel delighted.
No one disliked being praised.
No one disliked being recognized.
Even if she wasn’t as good as the praise suggested, when praised she would subconsciously think she really was that good.
Just like when Su Li praised Xiao Yuyu for being pretty, even though both knew clearly in their hearts that it was a lie.
But Xiao Yuyu would still wonder if it was true.
She would think that maybe she really was pretty.
“Every transition is a falling star—clearly burning, yet making people want to catch it.”
When MOKA looked at Su Li, her eyes gradually lighting up, Su Li added at the right moment:
“This kind of talent cannot be stolen.
It belongs only to you.
I think, if it were anyone else, even if they spent their whole life, they would never be able to reach the level of this one song of yours.
This is talent.
A talent that makes others unable to catch up.
Heaven is truly unfair.”
Su Li said with some emotion:
“If I had talent like yours, maybe……
I could have a different life?
I really envy you, MOKA.”
Su Li’s current life was also not bad.
But she just wanted to give MOKA a certain feeling.
That she was not doing as well as MOKA.
Only in this way would MOKA rebuild her confidence.
Someone was doing worse than her.
Perhaps her current life wasn’t so bad either.
Sure enough.
After Su Li finished speaking, MOKA looked at the sorrow in Su Li’s eyes and felt a bit of heartache.
In the past, she had looked down on Su Li.
But she had to admit that without Su Li, she definitely couldn’t have reached such heights.
She found herself very selfish.
She didn’t want Su Li to do well.
She wanted Su Li to always depend on her.
And only if Su Li was not doing well could she depend on her.