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The intro to "Firework" begins.

Liu Qianqian's voice began with a low murmur, as if she were telling a repressed story.

As the melody progresses, the underlying bass and drum beats begin to build up slowly and steadily.

"You just gotta ignite the light, and let it shine——"

"Just own the night like the 4th of July——"

Just before the chorus erupts, all the accompaniment suddenly stops.

Liu Qianqian suddenly opened her eyes, her chest opened completely, and the power she had been holding back burst out through her vocal cords without reservation!

"'Cause baby, you're a firework——"

"Come on, show 'em what you're worth——"

"Make 'em go, 'Oh, oh, oh'——"

"As you shoot across the sky-yy——"

The high notes pierce the clouds and split rocks!

Steady, accurate, and ruthless!

The entire stadium erupted in deafening screams!

Holy crap!!

"Those high notes! That power! Sisi is awesome!"

"I got goosebumps all over!"

The overseas livestreaming rooms have gone completely crazy.

"What the fuck?!"

"She was like an angel just now, now she's like a queen!"

"This song! This song is so inspiring! I'm going to listen to it on repeat a million times!"

..........

At this moment, the number of online users exceeded 200,000!

Old Mike's hands were shaking as he stared at the screen.

"Dad."

In the backstage corridor, Dongdong covered her ears and looked up at Yu Le, saying, "Sister is so fierce."

Yu Le put his hands in his pockets, looked at the radiant girl on the screen, and a proud smile appeared on his lips.

"That's not called fierce, that's called aura."

Liu Qianqian sang two very difficult English songs in a row, which was extremely physically demanding.

She put down the microphone, her chest heaving violently, her forehead covered in sweat, but her eyes shone with an alarming intensity.

"Thank you everyone." She was panting, her voice a little hoarse. "Now, I need to get some water. Please welcome everyone next."

"—Xue Zhiqian."

The lights went out.

Liu Qianqian hurriedly walked off the stage.

A spotlight shone down in the center of the stage.

A man in a black suit stood in front of the microphone.

There was none of his usual carefree smile or exaggerated movements on variety shows.

Xue Zhiqian gripped the microphone stand tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

The Bird's Nest, 80,000 people.

Looking at the vast sea of ​​fluorescent lights below the stage, his eyes instantly welled up with tears.

This is the stage of his dreams.

The intro begins with a solitary acoustic guitar, accompanied by soft piano notes.

"If someone is at the lighthouse—"

"Playing with her hair—"

"Longing is etched on the walls and tiles—"

Just Right

Yu Le's new song.

Xue Zhiqian closed his eyes, his voice deep and resonant, carrying a unique graininess and deep emotion.

"We're just the right distance apart—"

"We can't make up for it without a hug—"

Those who have loved deeply shouldn't hold grudges.

........

He sang with great passion, even a little too much effort.

Because he cherished this opportunity so much.

Although the audience had come to see Liu Qianqian, they were also moved by this heartfelt ballad.

Many people began to gently wave their glow sticks to the melody.

The song ended.

The last note fell.

Xue Zhiqian didn't do anything funny; he simply bowed deeply, bending at a ninety-degree angle, and remained there for a full ten seconds.

"Thank you, Sisi. Thank you, President Yu. Thank you all."

He straightened up, tears glistening in the corners of his eyes, and turned to walk off the stage.

Outside the No. 1 lounge.

Xue Zhiqian leaned against the cold wall, panting heavily.

The back of his suit was soaked with sweat.

Those few short minutes on stage just now had exhausted all his strength.

He looked up at the monitor screen at the end of the corridor.

Liu Qianqian had changed into a black tulle dress and took to the stage again, bringing the Cantonese song "Orphan".

"Be kind to the orphans—"

"We've temporarily weathered the storm—"

"In the sea of ​​suffering, we were not alone, but at least we depended on each other."

"Walking along the sidewalk—"

"I'll hum a song for you from the sidelines—"

"You are never one—"

"It's hard to stay in your heart—"

.........

An ethereal voice and perfect stage presence.

Xue Zhiqian looked at Liu Qianqian on the screen, his eyes filled with undisguised envy.

It's not that I envy her popularity, but that I envy her being able to stand on that stage and have 80,000 people of her own.

"envious?"

A lazy voice sounded from the side.

Xue Zhiqian was startled and turned his head sharply.

Yu Le stood next to him with one hand in his pocket.

"Mr. Yu... Mr. Yu." Xue Zhiqian quickly stood up straight and rubbed his hands together somewhat awkwardly.

"You sang well." Yu Le looked at the monitor. "You captured the emotions in 'Just Right' very accurately, even better than when you recorded it in the studio."

Xue Zhiqian gave a wry smile: "President Yu, please don't make fun of me. I'm just here to ride the wave of popularity. My legs were shaking when I was standing up there."

He looked down at his toes.

"I dream of holding a concert like this, even if it's just once."

"Then focus on writing good songs and singing good songs."

Yu Le turned her head and looked intently into his eyes. Yu Le knew that holding a concert at the Bird's Nest was a dream this man had cherished for over ten years.

"As long as you produce good enough work, I guarantee that one day you will be standing here."

Yu Le paused, his tone becoming calm and resolute.

"Not as a guest."

"Instead, I'll be the main character, holding a concert for 80,000 people at the Bird's Nest that belongs to you, Xue Zhiqian."

Xue Zhiqian's breath caught in his throat.

He stared intently at Yu Le, and tears welled up in his eyes and spilled out.

A grown man, leaning against the wall, covered his face and cried like a child.

"Mr. Yu... thank you... thank you so much!"

Yu Le didn't say anything more, but handed him a tissue and turned to walk towards the backstage entrance.

At this point, the concert was nearing its end, and Liu Qianqian had finished singing the last song from her new album.

The shouts of 80,000 people in the stadium resounded through the sky.

"Liu Yifei! Liu Yifei! Liu Yifei!"