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

"Bringing the experiences of martyrs' families to the stage... Ye Chen! You're going to make me cry my eyes out!" The burly Teng Ge'er was completely stunned by the tears.

This was truly the first time he had ever seen documentary-style art performed at a concert!

"Ye Chen is too cunning! He hands you a knife and makes you stab your own people!" Zhang Rui said through gritted teeth.

Professor Zhang turned her head to look at him, her eyes still red: "Your analogy..."

"Was that too ruthless?" Zhang Rui said with a wry smile, "But Ye Chen did it anyway!"

Grandma took the cotton-padded coat back and said, "It's too big. You're too thin, and it'll be too heavy for you." You think it's because the old lady is worried about the clothes?

"No. She's afraid Xiaonan will carry this thought for the rest of her life!"

Professor Zhang was silent for a moment: "You're right. This detail...it made me cry twice."

At the same time, he made up his mind:

This little trick allows you to recall emotions twice; I must teach it to these students in the future!

"Having written music reviews for so many years and criticized so many singers, I dare not utter a single word against this musical today."

Zhang Rui took a deep breath and sighed.

Professor Zhang glanced at him but didn't reply, because he knew Zhang Rui was telling the truth.

Pitiful are the bones by the Wuding River, still the object of dreams in the secluded chambers of a woman's heart. How can you expect him to curse them?

Unless he wants to get his ears pierced with 7.62mm lenses? That's called acute iron poisoning!

At this moment, Wu Yifan was feeling the worst.

One of his two female assistants was pulling out tissues, and the other was taking pictures with her phone; neither of them dared to look at him.

His nose was red too, but he didn't want to cry.

It's so embarrassing that I cried while listening to Ye Chen's songs!

"How on earth did Ye Chen write this stuff? Didn't he sing pop songs for 10 years?!" Wu Yifan roared hysterically.

"Hmph?" Zhang Yiming scoffed.

"I competed with him for three to five years. We competed for chart positions, resources, and the title of Male Singer of the Year. I thought we were rivals of the same caliber."

"I only realized today that he's not my opponent. He's on a different track."

Zhang Rui turned to look at Zhang Yiming, his eyes conveying a "you finally understand" look: "What track?"

"The track that made 12,000 people cry." After saying that, Zhang Yiming laughed in anger, but it was a bitter laugh.

……

at the same time.

Ye Chen's voice filled the entire venue. (Original singer of "Reunion": Wei Daxun)

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and Ye Chen had reappeared on the stage!

"If I set off at dawn, will I be able to arrive at dusk?"

"Going against the flow of time, searching for the image of a boy from a hundred years ago."

How heavy are the sorrows and pains, how intense are the love and hates?

"Only then can I bear to part with that vibrant red, so vividly etched in my heart..."

now.

Ye Chen was dressed in a formal suit, his voice was upright and righteous, and his singing was about national peace and prosperity.

The audience, with tears in their eyes, were stunned.

"The beginning was so nice! But why did it suddenly start singing?"

"It's supposed to be a musical! Of course it has to have music!"

"Don't disturb me while I'm listening to music! This is another new song I can listen to!"

"Looking at it this way... it seems like not having to fight for the microphone is a blessing! Listening to seven new songs in a row at the concert, it felt like a holiday!"

And on the stage screen.

The news broadcast continues: [Martyr Xiao Siyuan, born in 1996, heroically sacrificed his life in the Galwan Valley border conflict in June 2020 at the young age of 24.]

Grandma's lips trembled incessantly.

The broadcast continued: "...When he sacrificed his life, his photo album still contained pictures of his beloved girl, and he dreamed of marrying her after retiring from the military..."

Grandma covered her face tightly, but tears still streamed down her face through her fingers.

The grief that had been suppressed all along finally erupted at this moment.

"Xiao Yuan... my Xiao Yuan..." Grandma sobbed, her mouth opening and closing.

At this moment, the passengers in the carriage could no longer contain themselves.

Some people silently turned their heads away, quietly wiping away tears. Others broke down in tears, their faces streaked with sobs.

……

On stage, Ye Chen's voice rang out once again:

"Every breeze is your kiss, and every road leads to a reunion with you."

"Your distant future is my prologue; please believe that I will do better."

"Every rain shower is a reminder of your youth, and every road we travel together will be a chance to meet again."

"Your dream is in my hands; believe me, I can do even better."

Ye Chen's singing voice is clean and refreshing, which is reassuring.

But on the stage screen...

The screen flashed.

In the rugged valley, "Xiao Yuan" stood alone, phone in hand, his face grave: "The enemy has crossed the border! There are several hundred of them! I'm in Valley Five!"

"Valley No. 5!!!" He shouted into his phone several times because of the unstable signal.

A faint, passionate glint appeared in his eyes.

Time and space intertwine.

Grandma's tearful longing intertwines with historical scenes in a montage.

A series of montages of protest videos and accompanying text appeared before the eyes of all the audience members:

In the 1920s, young students marched and demonstrated, holding high the banner that read "Return Qingdao to us!"

Young soldiers in the War of Resistance against Japan in the 1930s went to the front lines.

In the 1950s, Chinese People's Volunteer Army soldiers crossed the Yalu River during the Korean War.

In 2020, in the Galwan Valley, young soldiers used their flesh and blood to build a boundary marker...

Simultaneously.

That familiar voice-over appeared again: "Every generation of young people who sacrificed themselves to protect their homeland were just like Xiaoyuan—young, determined, and great."

At that moment, with tears in her eyes, the grandmother saw those young faces appear one by one, wearing military uniforms from different eras, yet with the same resolute gaze.

They saluted their grandmother, then turned and walked away into the distance.

The screen slowly transitions to black background with white text, and the subtitles appear in the same position as in the opening sequence:

The problems of this generation will find their own answers.

……

At this moment, the audience once again felt their eyes fill with tears.

While filming, the boy shouted, "Salute to the people's heroes, may they live forever! I am willing to dedicate my life to serving the country and carrying on the legacy of my predecessors!"

The girl next to me had her makeup ruined from crying.

"I can't take it anymore, Ye Chen, you bastard! You owe me for all my tears... I have to go to work tomorrow..."

"When Grandma visited Xiaonan with her red cotton-padded jacket, she said Xiaoyuan was a celebrity, and she had known that from the beginning..."

"Stop talking, stop talking..." Her friend hugged her, and the two of them burst into tears.

In section D, Duoduo is holding a police teddy bear.

She didn't quite understand what those images meant, but she saw her mother crying, and she saw everyone around her crying.

She rubbed the bear's ears against her eyes and said in a childish voice, "Little bear, you cried too."

Her mother smiled through her tears, hugged her tightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Duoduo, when you grow up, remember these people."

"Who do you remember?"

"Remember those who can't go home."

On Jinyun Mountain.

Fang Weiguo, who was originally hanging on the tree, now stood under the tree, took off his hat, closed his eyes, and mourned in silence.

"What is your uncle doing?" someone asked the girl on the big rock.

"He's doing what we should be doing," the eldest girl said, and like Fang Weiguo, they solemnly observed a moment of silence for the martyr.

Meanwhile, Ye Chen's expansive singing voice had already entered the climax of the second chorus.