Huayu: Tianxian Qianmeng

Hunan, Hunan TV, the recording site of "Happy Camp".

The spotlights were blindingly bright, and the audience was packed with people, with a murmur of discussion rising like a tide.

15-year-old Liu Yifei wore a green sleeveless vest and slim-fit jeans with rhinestone embellishments. She appeared without makeup and lipstick, her long, black hair flowing smoothly over her shoulders. She stood tall and graceful next to He Jiong and Li Xiang.

Since it was her first time on a variety show, Sisi was a little nervous, her cheeks flushed slightly, like a cherry blossom in its first bloom, carrying the unique shyness and purity of a young girl.

Liu Xiaoli, the mother, sat in the first row below the stage, her eyes fixed on her daughter. Her expression was as calm as ever, but her slightly forward-leaning posture betrayed her concern.

"Wow, Yifei looks absolutely stunning today!" Li Xiang praised with a smile, his voice carrying throughout the venue through the microphone, drawing applause and cheers.

Liu Yifei smiled shyly, revealing small dimples, her voice clear but with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor: "Thank you, Sister Xiangxiang, thank you everyone."

He Jiong asked gently, "Yi Fei is so young, yet she's already filmed 'The Story of a Noble Family,' and soon 'Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils' will be released. How does it feel? Are you nervous now?"

"Um... I'm a little nervous," Liu Yifei nodded honestly, her long eyelashes fluttering. "But mostly I'm happy to see so many friends who like me." She paused, as if to encourage herself, raising her voice slightly, "Actually, besides acting, I... I also really love singing. Next, I'm planning to release my first solo album!"

In her previous life, Liu Yifei released her album in 2006, but in this life, wasn't it Ling Yuan who flapped the butterfly's wings? So it was released slightly earlier.

"Oh?!" He Jiong and Li Xiang both looked surprised. He Jiong exaggeratedly covered his mouth. "Really? Our little fairy can sing? That's amazing!"

"Wow! This is big news!" Li Xiang exclaimed excitedly. "How's the album preparation going? Are we lucky enough to hear a little bit early today?"

Liu Yifei's eyes lit up, her earlier nervousness replaced by anticipation: "The album is still in preparation, but... I brought two of the main tracks today, and I want to sing them for you all!"

Her tone was slightly excited, like a child sharing a secret treasure.

"They are 'Wing Chun' and 'Longing for Each Other'!"

"Fantastic! That name sounds so poetic!" He Jiong immediately chimed in, waving to the audience, "So what are we waiting for? Let's give Yifei a round of applause for her music debut! Go change and get ready!"

Amidst enthusiastic applause, Liu Yifei strode towards the backstage area.

Watching her daughter's retreating figure, Liu Xiaoli finally managed a barely perceptible smile. But the image of that annoying boy, Ling Yuan, flashed through her mind. However, at that moment, Liu Xiaoli suddenly felt that Ling Yuan wasn't so awful after all; he was actually quite handsome.

After all, barring any unforeseen circumstances, Ling Yuan is expected to soon be worth over 100 million yuan, entirely on his own merit, which is truly rare among young people.

……

The stage lights changed.

A clear, melodious prelude, like the tinkling of a spring, began, and the stage was instantly enveloped in soft, warm light.

Six female dancers dressed in light pink tulle dresses spread out like flower petals.

Immediately afterwards, a spotlight shone down, and Liu Yifei appeared in the center of the stage.

She changed into a modified white Hanfu-inspired dress, the hem embroidered with delicate silver floral patterns, and a light blue silk sash tied around her waist. She held a simple round fan, her hair was loosely styled in a bun, and adorned with a magnolia hairpin that swayed gently with her steps.

Under the lamplight, her skin was as white as snow, and her eyebrows and eyes were like a painting, truly like a lady who stepped out of an ancient painting.

The music became light and lively, and Liu Yifei smiled sweetly, her eyes clear and bright.

She danced lightly to the music, her wrists flicking as her fan opened and closed, her movements graceful and fluid. Sometimes she twirled, her skirt blooming like a white lotus; sometimes she skipped, her toes barely touching the ground, full of girlish playfulness.

Liu Yifei sang and danced simultaneously, her voice clear and bright, carrying an unadorned, natural charm.

"Flowers hesitate, willows sigh, how can this be bearable? Only sorrow for the passing years of youth remains. Spring knows, dreams are unknowing, just like those years when we were young, inexperienced yet speaking of parting..."

Her dance steps blend the charm of classical dance with a touch of modern jazz rhythm, clean, crisp, and full of energy.

Six backup dancers surrounded her, their movements perfectly synchronized, like a flock of playful swallows. The entire stage was filled with a youthful, bright, and classically elegant atmosphere, making the audience feel relaxed and happy.

As the song ended, thunderous applause erupted, mixed with excited whistles. Liu Yifei, slightly out of breath, her face flushed, smiled brightly and bowed deeply to the audience.

The lights changed again, turning into a tranquil and deep blue.

The backup dancers quietly left, leaving Liu Yifei alone on the stage.

She changed into a gradient blue chiffon dress, the light blue at the shoulders like a clear sky, gradually blending into the deep sea blue of the hem, as if she were draped with a starry sky. Her long hair fell smoothly down, adorned only with a small star and moon hair accessory.

At this moment, she has shed the liveliness of "Wing Chun" and gained a touch of calm and hazy sadness.

A soothing and melodious piano prelude flowed out. Liu Yifei did not perform any large-scale dance moves, but simply stretched her arms naturally along with the singing, her fingertips lightly touching the air, as if she were touching an invisible longing.

She moved with light, graceful steps, her skirt swaying like waves, her figure elegant yet tinged with a delicate fragility. Her singing voice also changed, gaining a touch of ethereal beauty and tenderness from its clear tone:

"...When I first saw her strolling under the stream bridge, she gently picked a peach blossom, and the whole garden was as beautiful as a rosy cloud, its fragrance blended into new tea..."

Her gaze was fixed on the distance, tinged with a faint melancholy and longing. Every occasional glance back, every gentle touch of her fingertips to her hair, was full of untold stories.

Without backup dancers, she stood alone on the vast stage, her aloof and ethereal beauty amplified, captivating everyone's hearts.

As the last note faded, its lingering melody echoed.

A moment of silence fell over the scene, as if the singing had transported them to another time and space.

Immediately, even more enthusiastic and prolonged applause and cheers erupted like a tsunami, almost lifting the roof off the recording studio!

"Amazing! Yifei!" He Jiong and Li Xiang rushed onto the stage excitedly. He Jiong was even a little incoherent, "My God! Her singing skills! Her stage presence! It's simply...like a fairy descended from heaven!"

Li Xiang nodded repeatedly: "'Wing Chun' is lively and agile, and 'Longing for You' is ethereal and deeply moving. Yifei, you've surprised us so much! Is this really your music debut? You're so professional!"

Liu Yifei was a little embarrassed by the praise, her cheeks flushed, but her eyes sparkled with joy and a sense of accomplishment.

She took the microphone, her voice still slightly breathless from singing: "Thank you, Teacher He; thank you, Sister Xiangxiang; thank you everyone for liking it!"

"Yifei," He Jiong seized the opportunity and asked curiously, "These two songs are really amazing! The lyrics and music are fantastic! Did you write them yourself, or did someone else create them for you? Can you tell me?"

Mentioning this, Liu Yifei's smile became even sweeter, tinged with a hint of pride and barely concealed excitement: "Ling Yuan wrote both the lyrics and the music for me! I don't have that kind of talent."

"Ling Yuan?!" Li Xiang immediately exclaimed, her voice rising, "Is he the Ling Yuan who played Hao Ran in 'The Story of Jin Li' and Xu Zhu in 'Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils,' and who also directed and starred in 'The Haunted Cop Shop,' which grossed tens of millions at the box office and sold the novel and film to the United States?"

He Jiong chimed in, shouting, "Is that the Ling Yuan who sold 'Legend' to the princess for a staggering one million, making it a nationwide sensation, even reaching Japan, South Korea, Vietnam, and Singapore?"

"Yes, that's him!" Liu Yifei nodded vigorously, her eyes curving into crescents. She thought to herself, "These two teachers are really good at playing the straight man."