Have you ever been a celebrity? Why are you writing about entertainment?

Chapter 10 Your heart has a wall, but I found a window
The boy's voice was clear and bright; his simple a cappella singing exceeded everyone's expectations.

The gentle, soothing melody easily captivated everyone's ears; just one line truly evoked the imagery of a clear blue sea and sky described in the lyrics—natural and pleasant.
Entertainment novels are a bit unrealistic...

Although this content was written by Yu Wei himself.

Before the protagonist sings in the novel, some people are expectant, some are skeptical, and some are dismissive, but he is always the focus of the entire audience.

But actually! Nobody cares about the real bottom line.

No one in the audience cared what he was trying to do.

Yu Wei stood on the stage, microphone in hand, with only the whispering audience in front of her. They chatted happily in small groups, seemingly already discussing what to eat later...

Rather than saying he's on stage, it's more accurate to say he's a street performer.

Their performances are very simple; if someone leaves them some money, they will politely bow and greet them or ask them to request a song.

Even if no one gives them money, they won't be sad. Instead, they will continue to play with contentment, simply because performing is their way of finding satisfaction.

Yu Weiwu understood...

When he was struggling and no one was reading his books, he thought the same thing: first write a story he liked, then think about others.

So what if nobody listens to his singing? He won't cut this book just because nobody listens to him!
A person, gazing at the blue sea and blue sky
In my heart, that tinge of dust fades a little.

……

Shh, listen.

Zhang Lingye interrupted his teammates who were chatting and joking around, and pointed to Yu Wei, who was on stage preparing to start singing.

"What are you listening to? Do you want us to laugh at Wei Zi with you? You're going too far..."

His complaints were choked back by Yu Wei's singing. He turned around in an exaggerated gesture, leaning on the sofa, somewhat unable to believe his ears.

Didn't we not record the song beforehand?

Is this supposed to be a cappella?

For the first time, they discovered that Yu Wei could be so dazzling, not a lamp fueled by capital, but a firewood burning alone.

Qi Yuan, standing beside him, stood up in surprise. This feeling was akin to walking with a friend at night, only to turn around and find them gone...

Even if he were at his best, he wouldn't dare say that he could sing at this level a cappella. Is this still the Yu Wei we know?

The boy's voice, lacking any magnetic quality, was simple and unadorned in his a cappella intro, yet it possessed a powerful and penetrating quality, vividly evoking a sense of imagery.

It has a storytelling feel to it...

Yu Wei was neither in a hurry nor did he have any desire to perform; he simply wanted to sing a song.

The gentle melody came from afar and gradually approached, finally playing in my ear as if it were getting closer very carefully and gently.

Yu Wei sang a few lines a cappella before transitioning into his favorite guitar piece.

The crisp piano music, like the tinkling of a spring, perfectly connects to the line, "I'm learning not to worry too much about the future, and by not planning too much, I can be more courageous in taking risks."

At first, glow sticks were scattered like stars in the audience, some people were looking down at their phones, and some were chatting absentmindedly.

With this turning point, Yu Wei, who had been quietly singing and playing instruments on stage, finally became the center of attention.

From a gentle approach to soft words of comfort, the visitor engaged in heartfelt conversation, attempting to gradually melt away the long-standing wall in the heart...

This subtlety impressed them.

But his tender care could not break through his closed heart; he was simply healing himself and did not need anyone else's comfort.

Good music can touch people's hearts. Even if the audience at the scene didn't care about Yu Wei, they still subconsciously wanted to continue listening.

In their eyes, isn't there a wall separating them from their idols?

Once they immerse themselves in the song, its warm yet slightly melancholic atmosphere instantly fills the air, allowing them to personally experience a touch of loneliness.

After all they've done, can they really get through this thick barrier?
No. Along the way, they may gain a sense of accomplishment from idol worship, emotional value, and self-satisfaction, but they have never received a single piece of feedback from their idols...

During the climax, Yu Wei's hair was soaked with sweat, but her singing became even clearer and more resolute.

There is a wall in your heart
But I found a window
Occasionally, a sliver of warm, faint light would shine through.

The slightly melancholic atmosphere vanished instantly with the arrival of these words, replaced by a warm light, subtle, meticulous, and genuine.

His gaze suddenly turned to the distance, as if piercing through physical distance and reaching a corner of the soul.

Because of this glimmer of light, the long-standing wall quietly lowered its guard...

Many viewers have already started taking photos to commemorate the occasion, as if they have witnessed some incredible moment.

The music grew denser, lifting his voice higher and higher.

Even if you have a wall
My love will climb onto the windowsill and bloom.

A woman in the front row, who had been tightly hugging her arms, unconsciously loosened her grip; a girl in the corner stopped swaying her toes and looked up blankly; one by one, the flickering phone screens went out.

It sounds quite nice. The audience unconsciously changed their opinion of Yu Wei. Did he write it, or did someone else write it for him?
Unbeknownst to them, they seemed to have truly seen a bouquet of flowers blooming over the walls of their hearts...

These lines encapsulate the song's central theme and are the origin of its title. The story is simple, the emotions pure; they heal each other in this chaotic world for one another.

Walls are emotional barriers for self-protection, while windows represent hidden channels of hope. The process of having one's emotional walls broken down by love is also a process of being healed.

But besides its delicate depiction of love, this song also has another layer of expression.

The wall of the heart is a metaphor for the self. When some people enter life, they often build walls because their rhythm is disrupted, but after experiencing vicissitudes, they still believe in the glimmer of light.

Yu Wei sings about the second layer; he will build high walls against the absurd entertainment industry, but he will still be full of hope for the future.

Even though fan culture has permeated every inch of the entertainment industry, at least there are still masters performing on the street, immersed in the art of their music.

That's a loser's mentality, and it just so happens that he's a professional.

At the end, the music abruptly stopped, leaving only Yu Wei's almost a cappella final words: "Open the window, and you will see the sorrow melt away..."

He stepped back, bowed deeply, and remained silent for three seconds before faint applause broke out.

If there is no audience, then passersby are my audience; if there is no stage, then the whole world is my stage.

There will always be someone who stops to listen.

Yu Wei did indeed achieve his goal; after finishing the song, he successfully turned these "passersby" into his audience.

However, the audience at the scene only heard the first layer of meaning; they immersed themselves in the song, using "bravery" to justify their actions...

Sister, that's totally me!

Because of this so-called empathy, some of them cried while listening, while others were in a daze. However, their genuine emotions were not due to the song itself, but rather to their own self-indulgence.

The essence of fandom is self-indulgence. Rather than saying that Yu Wei sang well, it's more accurate to say that they've given themselves another reason to be blindly devoted.

The audience applauded enthusiastically, releasing a myriad of emotions through the song.

They still harbored illusions, fantasizing that their reckless love could melt away the walls of their idol's heart, just like the song says.

But Yu Wei didn't care what they thought.

He doesn't sing for them.

Yu Wei didn't care that this was a song about unrequited love; everyone who heard it was telling their own story.

That wall might be the scab of heartbreak, the shell of loneliness, or the alienation of the adult world, but the man on stage who chisels a window with his singing gives light a shape.

More than these people, he was more concerned about whether his readers had returned...

"My fellow readers should forgive me now."

(End of this chapter)