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

Fang Weiguo hugged the tree trunk, following the contours of the mountain, his eyes blurred with tears as he looked at Ye Chen on the stage.

The distance was too great, and the white figure was indistinct.

He opened his mouth and sincerely said, "Thank you."

Then, the 42-year-old retired border guard, who was hanging in the tree, slowly raised his right hand and solemnly saluted the stage.

The surrounding vegetation was so dense that no one saw this scene.

But the military salute was real.

……

In the broadcasting studio, Chen Ping noticed this scene.

"Secretary Lin, come and see." His reddened eyes froze instantly!

Lin Xiaotang, her eyes red, leaned closer and was stunned for several seconds after seeing the scene!

"This is... a retired soldier saluting?" Her voice was filled with disbelief!

"Hmm." Chen Ping nodded, his expression changing rapidly.

Lin Xiaotang stared at the blurry military salute on the monitor and suddenly remembered her senior: "The last words my senior left before he sacrificed himself were, 'The place where I stand is China.'"

"Later, this sentence was printed on posters, engraved on tombstones, written into all kinds of articles, and recited by countless people."

After saying this, she suddenly realized that the lyrics Ye Chen sang were not just slogans.

Those who stand are truly protecting this land with their bodies.

And those who fell truly became stars.

At this moment, Lin Xiaotang really wanted to lie on the table and cry her heart out.

On stage, the song was coming to an end.

Ye Chen sang the chorus for the last time:

"I look up at the starry sky you have seen."

"We meet again after a century of time and space."

"At this moment, we will always be connected in spirit."

"I understand."

When Ye Chen sang the last three words, he almost used a breathy voice, as if his throat had been hollowed out by emotion.

The lights in the stadium shone down like starlight.

Ye Chen stood in that beam of light, tilting his head slightly upward, looking at the orange-red sky above the mountaintop.

A slight smile appeared on his lips, as if he were greeting someone:

"I look up at the starry sky you have seen—"

"The earth beneath our feet has changed time and space."

"The touch of red you left swaying in the wind—"

"In my heart~ In my heart~!"

He softly sang the last two words, and as the last note faded, the stadium fell into complete silence.

No one applauded.

No one speaks.

No one moved.

More than 10,000 people sat there, stunned and speechless for a long time.

Suddenly, from somewhere, a voice rang out:

"salute."

Then, the second, the third.

"salute."

"salute."

"..." The sounds came from all directions, scattered and disordered, some with a sobbing tone.

Ye Chen stood there, listening to these voices, and slowly bowed deeply to the audience.

This time, he did not get up.

He bent over, and the bow lasted for a very long time.

Applause erupted throughout the hall.

But this time the applause was synchronized and slow, and without any rehearsal, it sounded like everyone was unanimously bidding farewell to someone.

The applause came one after another, like heartbeats, like footsteps, like the sound of those young people walking forward in the darkness a hundred years ago.

I saw this scene.

Brother Shui, who had "sneaked in" to sell water a few days in advance, stood there dumbfounded.

For a moment, I forgot to promote the Sanyuan "mineral water" in my hand.

……

Behind the stage aisle.

Fang Qian, the assistant, leaned against the wall, sobbing uncontrollably.

The bodycon skirt she was so proud of was now all crumpled up.

The buttons on her suit jacket had popped open at some point, but she didn't care at all.

"Boss..." her voice was broken from crying, "This song... deserves a Golden Melody Award... deserves any award..."

But no one responded to her.

At the stage aisle, Jiang Mengting suddenly stood up.

She draped her coat over Fang Qian's shoulders.

The assistant put on Jiang Mengting's "mini" jacket, not daring to button it up at all, afraid that it would burst the boss's clothes and her salary wouldn't be enough to compensate for it...

Before she could say anything, Jiang Mengting immediately sent a message to the company's music director: "Director Xu, come over right away! Something terrible is about to happen on set!"

What she was most worried about was the upcoming interactive moment.

The old tradition of fans grabbing the microphone and singing along is gone; the audience probably wouldn't agree to that. And Ye Chen doesn't want to continue "conducting" the fans in a mass sing-along…

What should I do? I need help online, it's urgent!

After sending the message, Jiang Mengting continued watching Ye Chen on the stage.

She didn't know what the next song was.

But she knew that from today onwards, Ye Chen, who had sung cheesy love songs for ten years and whose microphone had been snatched by fans for ten years, had embarked on a new path.

But can the market really accept this new direction?

The assistant's immense burden was accentuated by the white lining. Looking at this, she couldn't help but ask:

"Mr. Jiang, you said that Teacher Ye Chen is retiring from the entertainment industry after only five concerts? Is he really retiring?"

Jiang Mengting already knew the answer in her heart, but she said firmly, "No, definitely not."

on the stage.

Ye Chen straightened up, raised the microphone, and slowly began to speak:

"They're not coming back."

"But we will not forget."

That's enough.

The moment those words were spoken, another group of people in the stadium burst into tears.

At this moment, some were silent, some were weeping, some were tightly holding onto the people beside them, and some were filming videos...

Everyone is doing their part in this silent dialogue between contemporary youth and their ancestors from a century ago.

Ye Chen's performance truly expressed their deep respect for their predecessors.

Music helped them find a shared emotional connection.

"Chen Tang, I'm sorry, your new song has completely won me over. I apologize!"

"I'm moved to tears. I've never heard such a profound and beautiful song before!"

"The red you left behind, swaying in the wind, remains in my heart." These lyrics are absolutely brilliant! They're incredibly popular!

"Ahhh! I finally understand Ye Chen's fans! Just that voice and singing, I've become a fan instantly! From now on, I'll be even more obsessed and enthusiastic than my girlfriend!"

……

now.

In a bedroom in a certain city.

Chen Tangbao, the group admin of Ye Chen's microphone-grabbing support group, was nearly frantic as she looked at the group messages:

"Aaaaaah! Send me the video! Send me the video!!"

"Give me a bite, just one bite~ I regret not coming to the event! I'm so sad."

For a while, she frantically tagged the group admins and active members in the group chat.

Under her relentless barrage of criticism, someone finally sent over a video that hadn't even had a chance to warm up yet.

It happened to be a high-energy scene from the second half of "Misplaced Moments," which brought this girl to tears.

The tissues on the table were reduced by a third in a short time.

"Why aren't you guys saying anything?" she pressed, asking about the group messages.

[Group owner, Ye Chen wants to interact now, we're preparing a big sing-along to sing for him.] After replying, administrator Zhao Xiaogang stopped posting.

After the audience had calmed down, Ye Chen extended an invitation: "Three songs have passed, and as usual, it's time for our interactive session!"