You're about to retire from the entertainment industry, yet your concerts are still so popular?

After four days of intensive training, the band performed "Misplaced Time and Space" with slightly awkwardness.

This poem written by Ye Chen is not the original version, but a special version suitable for today's May Fourth Movement.

This song isn't considered a classic on Earth, but it was once a hit across the entire internet.

The May Fourth Movement adaptation, in particular, boasts lyrics worth millions, elevating the song to a whole new level.

This time, Ye Chen switched to a deeply emotional voice as soon as he began to sing:

You were the same age as me that year.

"As youthful as a naive song."

"But in order to create that new world in my dreams."

You turned around and hurriedly walked into the storm...

This time, Ye Chen's voice wasn't as warm and bright as in "Born Towards the Sun," nor as deep and melancholic as in "Grandma."

Yet it possesses a unique quality, as if it's conversing with people across a century.

"I see millions of lovely you."

"Without looking back, they rushed into the depths of the smoke and fire."

"How many youthful figures have disappeared into the night."

"In exchange for the dawn..."

The song has a rather lyrical intro, but it is very emotionally moving.

On the stage screen, continuous artillery fire and billowing smoke filled the air as soldiers charged forward wave after wave.

The singing was accompanied by Ye Chen's incredibly gentle yet profound and deep voice, like a gentle whisper.

Lin Xiaotang felt a sudden realization:

"No wonder the song is called 'Misplaced Time and Space.' Ye Chen is using today's prosperous perspective to look back at the past..."

Chen Ping nodded with a serious expression: "The lyrics of this song are indeed very good, but the way Ye Chen sings it is much more moving than the lyrics on the paper."

The lyrics, paired with the visuals, are incredibly moving.

"Secretary Lin, Ye Chen's lyrics are told in a gentle and unpretentious way, without any forced sentimentality, yet they bring the past history vividly to life before our eyes."

"Traveling between the past and the present, conversing with the ancient and the modern, so this is Ye Chen's misplaced timeline." Lin Xiaotang jotted down her thoughts in a few quick strokes as she remarked.

"Yes, literacy rates were frighteningly low back then. But look, a large number of university students were at the forefront of the demonstrations."

Chen Ping turned his head slightly away, not wanting Lin Xiaotang to see his tears.

Ye Chen's singing continued to echo.

"I look up at the starry sky you once saw, and we meet again across a century."

"...

"You remain in the wind, that swaying touch of red."

Ye Chen's singing voice is gentle, pure, and tinged with sadness.

The vast majority of the fans at the concert were born in the 2000s.

As they watched the breathtaking historical images and heard the songs, a profound sense of weightiness that transcended time and space washed over them.

Red flags held high overhead, red boats on the lake, life, courage...

The person carrying the red flag in the picture is resolute and unwavering;

A face showing no fear in the face of death;

Li Dazhao, Chen Duxiu, Zhai Qiubai... one after another, these predecessors appeared.

What our ancestors did a hundred years ago.

Like a ray of light, it broke through the darkness and brought the first rays of dawn.

An indescribable emotion lingered in the hearts of the audience.

In the special guest area, Zhang Yiming could no longer sit still.

He suddenly stood up, sat down, and stood up again, like a helpless child.

Wu Yifan's female assistant was too frightened to utter a sound, fearing that this "Jiahao" would suddenly shout "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Zhang Yiming?!" Wu Yifan frowned and hissed.

"This song... no! Ye Chen, the way you sing this song... no, even the song itself is wrong!" Zhang Yiming's mind was in complete chaos!

Although he couldn't make sense of it, listening to Ye Chen's singing, he felt like fire was surging in his chest, threatening to burn him up and overwhelm him.

Ye Chen's composition and singing style is very novel, something that professional singers like him have never heard of before!

He had never realized that songs could be written and sung in this way! But he just couldn't grasp this crucial essence; he couldn't understand it!

This made him very upset!

At this moment, Ye Chen's voice rose a few decibels, becoming softer, fuller, and more passionate:

"Raise your hands and I will utter the same oath."

"...

I long to reach out and hug you tightly.

"I'm telling you, everything has settled down."

"The new China you dreamed of a hundred years ago."

"How beautiful."

In the special guest area, Li Shuyuan was overcome with tears.

She is a 67-year-old national-level singer who has personally sung more than ten patriotic songs.

They had long since mastered the ability to remain calm and collected in any situation.

But at that moment, he burst into tears, his tears flowing like a little girl's.

Professor Zhang handed her a tissue: "Shuyuan, are you alright?"

"This child... is singing about those who can never come back," Li Shuyuan said, her voice choked with emotion.

Her words touched the hearts of those around her.

Inside the stadium.

The audience, immersed in the song, had tears in their eyes again as they listened.

This time, Ye Chen sang a song to connect with our predecessors who lived a century ago.

They once used their youth and passion to nourish this broken land.

Now, under the same starry sky, young people a century later are striving and forging ahead, presenting the new China they dreamed of a hundred years ago to their predecessors.

This is to tell them that "everything has settled down."

Inside the stadium.

Cries surged from every corner, rising and falling, overwhelming everything.

The messages in the mole's group have completely spiraled out of control:

Sisters!!! I'm crying so hard I can't breathe!!! Ye Chen, you have to make it up to me!

I was thinking I'd stop crying by the third song, but it ended up being even more tear-jerking than the second! Help, I can't take it anymore...

[That song, "How Beautiful," doesn't feel like it's sung for us... it's sung for those who can never come back.]

[I just saw a middle-aged man in his forties wiping away tears next to me. Ye Chen, do you know you made even a tough guy cry?!]

The assistant felt a lump in her throat as she read these comments.

What broke her defenses the most were the last two lines of text:

[When Ye Chen sings "I look up at the starry sky you've seen," it's true that someone over there has become a star...]

Let Ye Chen sing this song for them on our behalf...

After this message appeared, there was a brief silence in the group.

Everyone stared at those two lines of text.

"Though the person is gone, their spirit lives on!" The assistant subconsciously thought of this phrase.

Then she typed: "Let's cry together. Let's cry for them."

Then, a second, a third, and countless others appeared in the group.

【it is good. 】

【it is good. 】

【it is good. 】

……

now.

On Jinyun Mountain next to the stadium.

Fang Weiguo, an "old-timer" who loves to watch the excitement, originally followed the young kids to climb the mountain and get a free pass to Ye Chen's concert.

But now, hanging in the tree, listening to it, tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.

When he heard "How beautiful was the new China you dreamed of a hundred years ago," the face of his comrade-in-arms flashed through his mind.

During his sixteen years in the military, there were many names he was reluctant to mention, but had never forgotten.

Some have died at outposts above 5,000 meters in altitude, some in the icy waters of the Galwan Valley, and some in unexpected accidents during training.

They were all too young. In their early twenties, some hadn't even been in a relationship yet, and hadn't had a chance to tell their families how much they loved them.

Especially the last time I saw my comrade-in-arms, Xiao Li.

Xiao Li is from Sichuan next door, five years younger than him. He's always smiling, and his favorite saying is, "Brother Weiguo, after I retire from the army, I want to go to Beijing to see the Great Wall and Tiananmen Square."

He later sacrificed his life while on a mission. The year he left, Fang Weiguo didn't dare watch a single flag-raising ceremony at Tiananmen Square.