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

In the broadcast studio.

Chen Ping pulled out the concert's setlist from his briefcase: "The first song is actually 'Born Towards the Sun'? What's the deeper meaning behind Ye Chen's words?"

Seeing that he seemed lost in thought, Lin Xiaotang didn't think too much about it and instead advised him, "Minister Chen, let's watch it first. There's no deep meaning in what order the songs are sung."

"..." Chen Ping disagreed. He frowned slightly, repeatedly pondering the four words "Born Towards the Sun" on the song list.

"What, Minister Chen doesn't believe me?" Lin Xiaotang laughed. "Look at the songs he chose for the red theme. The first one he chose was 'Born Towards the Sun.' Maybe he just wanted something auspicious."

Chen Ping's lips twitched slightly, a half-smile playing on his lips: "Secretary Lin doesn't understand our mountain city."

His tone carried a certain certainty characteristic unique to locals:

"The fog on Jinyun Mountain in the early morning of May never dissipates, even nine out of ten years. Ye Chen puts 'Born Towards the Sun' first song to sing, but if the weather doesn't cooperate—then it will only be a concept that becomes popular, but it won't become popular on stage."

Lin Xiaotang sensed the unease hidden in those words.

Minister Chen's words do make sense; sunrise is an uncontrollable variable.

If thick fog blankets the sky today and the sun can't come out, wouldn't Ye Chen's song "Born Towards the Sun" become a huge embarrassment?

The director did say that "the more popular you are, the more upright you must be," but popularity can't become a castle in the air!

Just then, a pure and bright child's voice flowed from the speaker.

These are the children's choir pieces that Ye Chen recorded in the first four days:

"Life gives brilliance; life gives hope."

"Life is impermanent."

"To be together is to be bound by faith; to be together is to be believed in the faint light."

"Believe that everything is as it always is."

"The days will grow longer, illuminating the heart."

"Let all things grow, just as we face the sun."

Lin Xiaotang's hand, which had just taken out paper and pen, froze in mid-air.

When she first joined the company, the department organized a memorial service at the martyrs' cemetery.

That day, there was also a child, about seven or eight years old, standing in front of a tombstone, reciting a eulogy in a childish voice.

The child's clear, pure voice made her want to cry.

On stage, Ye Chen sang in time with the beat:

"I was intoxicated by the fragrance of the earth."

"Use the tenderest moss to exchange for a ray of sunshine."

"Then grow old naturally, without any more lingering farewells..."

This moment.

Ye Chen's singing voice is like a clear spring, soothing the soul, unhurried and gentle, as if telling a story about growth.

This song is quite long.

As Ye Chen sang, the warm morning light rose inch by inch: "Let the warmth dispel the fog."

"A storm for the world."

"In the distance, amidst the hopes of all, rises that sun."

"Ohh~"

This unscripted chant didn't have an explosive impact on Ye Chen.

It slowly climbs from a very low place, like a vine growing inch by inch along the cliff face, eventually stretching out in the sunlight.

Then, the interlude began.

Ye Chen closed his eyes, stretched out his arms, and swayed gently to the melody.

But at this moment, Lin Xiaotang's eyes were wide open, and she was extremely surprised.

This song is completely unlike any of Ye Chen's works from the past ten years!

There is no catchy melody, no deliberate rhymes or repetitions, and the chorus hasn't even appeared yet.

But she just felt that something had been opened up.

He hurriedly scribbled a line in his notebook: "His vocal control is amazing; he doesn't sound like someone who sings pop songs."

After writing it, she felt that the sentence sounded like nonsense written by an amateur, but it was indeed how she felt at that moment.

Ye Chen's voice sounded like he was speaking, confiding, and unfolding a quiet inner narrative!

His approach was very restrained and simple, without any showy skills!

Chen Ping was also looking at the screen.

But his attention wasn't on Ye Chen's singing.

Instead, they stared at the outline of the mountain ridge shrouded in thick fog in the distance on the big screen.

"Secretary Lin," Chen Ping suddenly spoke up, "do you think the sun will come out?"

Lin Xiaotang was taking notes and didn't look up: "Didn't you say there's fog in the mountain city on May mornings?"

"It's precisely because of the fog and the rain forecast that I want to know your Ministry of Culture's assessment," Chen Ping said with a hint of worry. "What if—and I mean what if—we don't see the sunrise today? How will this song end?"

Lin Xiaotang put down her pen, looked up at Ye Chen on the stage, who was dressed in white and gazing slightly into the distance.

"Then let's just leave it at that," she said honestly. "We'll just have to see how it goes until the very last second. At worst, we can just use it as the opening song."

Chen Ping remained silent and did not speak again.

This is the area for specially invited guests.

Zhang Rui sat there, stunned!

"Impossible." He blurted out, his voice so soft that only he could hear it. "Strong breath control is enough to meet the requirements of a singer, but Ye Chen can also control his vocals?!"

"Is this the skill required to sing catchy, love songs?!"

He has heard many singers sing high notes; some rely on shouting, some on rapping, and some on studio auto-tuning.

But Ye Chen's singing was incredibly stable in terms of breath control. He didn't strain or shout in the high notes, and his tone remained clear and transparent throughout the ascent!

"This is a talented singer whose potential was wasted ten years on pop songs?!" Zhang Rui's head was buzzing, and he showed an expression of disbelief!

At this moment, the clouds and mist dissipated, and the sun rose over the mountain.

Ye Chen pointed to the orange-red light in the east: "Look, the sun is rising!"

His clear and powerful voice interrupted everyone's thoughts.

Zhang Rui and the fans at the scene only then realized what was happening when they looked up:

Ye Chenzhen sang the morning sunlight into the Beibei Jinyun Gymnasium!

The sunrise illuminated the entire venue, creating a breathtakingly beautiful orange-red scene.

At this moment, listening to Ye Chen's singing and watching the rising sun, the audience below the stage was already mesmerized.

The audience, especially the "caveman" who saw the sunrise earlier, were already in tears.

Some of the female audience members were moved to tears amidst their screams.

What a grand and romantic sight it is to see tens of thousands of people welcoming the sunrise together!

Life, hope, glimmer of light, daylight, illumination, all things growing, facing the sun.

What could it be?

That must be the light right in front of me.

"How dazzling~" Ye Chen pointed to the sun that had just risen and continued singing, "I see, the long-lost sunshine."

"Awakening at dawn, growing amidst trillions of love."

"Light clouds grow, and gentle mountain colors emerge..."

In the audience, Zhang Yiming sat in the special guest area, arms crossed, his expression complex.

He was once Ye Chen's rival.

He is also one of the people in this circle who knows Ye Chen's strength best.

He never paid any attention to those cheesy love songs that Ye Chen sang before.

He always thought that those kinds of songs could have been popular if someone else sang them; it was just good luck.

But now, this song... is different.

Zhang Yiming's face was full of confusion; the song clearly didn't have a wide vocal range.

But Ye Chen's effortless control of his breath and his narrative-driven way of speaking are not skills that can be acquired overnight!

"Is he serious?" Zhang Yiming muttered to himself.

Beside her, Wu Yifan's assistant, dressed in a high-slit cheongsam, whispered, "Teacher Zhang, what did you say?"