Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

Chapter 225 Love always makes people cry and feel unsatisfied.

The stage lights went out, and the entire venue went dark for three seconds. The audience began to stir. Then, a very thin beam of cold white light fell from the dome, like moonlight, and shone on the center of the stage.

Luo Qianyu stood in the light, the edges of her koi mask reflecting a faint luster.

Five steps behind her, an old piano was pushed onto the stage.

Xu Qing sat on the piano bench, a bird mask covering half her face. The gauze on the web of her right hand was almost blindingly white under the light.

The audience fell silent for a moment, then some people began to whisper.

On the judges' panel, Fang Hong narrowed his eyes when he saw this lineup, while Zhou Zhengping leaned toward Yang Fan next to him and whispered something.

In front of the monitor in the waiting area, Su Man changed out of her performance costume and stood in front of the screen wearing a coat. Zhou Yaoyang sat on the folding chair next to her, his arms crossed, his gaze calmly fixed on the screen.

Chen Che stood at the very back, clutching the silver ring in his hand.

Xu Qing's fingers landed on the piano keys.

The first note rang out.

It's very light. Like a drop of water falling on a stone slab.

Then Luo Qianyu spoke.

"When it got dark, when I was little, my grandma would always sing to soothe me when I was noisy and willful."

The sound wasn't loud.

It's big enough to just fill the entire studio.

It wasn't about volume, it was about sheer energy.

"On a summer afternoon, an old song comforts me. The song goes something like this—"

"The sky is dark, it looks like it's going to rain. The sky is dark, so dark."

When the melody in Hokkien flowed from her lips, a girl in the front row of the audience covered her mouth with her hand.

Xu Qing's piano playing is very simple. The left hand lays out slow arpeggios in the low register, while the right hand occasionally adds a high note or two, like raindrops dripping from the eaves on a rainy day.

"Leaving behind childhood, I have my own life now. New songs, new ideas, times when I can't control my willfulness and impulses—"

Luo Qianyu's voice started soft and then moved outwards.

It's not about going up, it's about going far.

"I forgot there was such a song."

"The sky is dark, it looks like it's going to rain. The sky is dark, so dark."

When the second Hokkien was spoken, there was an extra layer in the sound.

On the judges' panel, Fang Hong put down his pen.

"I fell in love with someone I would give anything for, and I thought that was the world I was looking for."

Luo Qianyu didn't look at anyone when she sang this line.

But everyone knows who she's singing about.

"However, is it true that the adult world is always flawed, filled with reckless actions, misunderstandings, and deception?"

The piano's intensity increased. Xu Qing's right hand played an extremely short arpeggio in the high register, like a crack spreading across the surface of calm water.

refrain.

"I walk on the crossroads I have to face every day, and I miss the simple and beautiful little happiness of the past."

Luo Qianyu's voice began to gain strength.

It wasn't a matter of skillful exertion; it was as if something inside the chest couldn't be contained and was gushing out.

Love always makes people cry and feel unsatisfied.

"The sky is so vast, yet I can't see it clearly; I feel so lonely."

As the last two words faded away, a middle-aged man in the fourth row of the audience took off his glasses and wiped his eyes.

The second paragraph.

Luo Qianyu's condition has changed.

She was no longer singing lyrics; she was singing herself.

"I fell in love with someone I would give anything for, and I thought that was the world I was looking for."

This time, singing the same lyrics, the voice was completely different. The first time it was a young girl's desperate gamble, the second time it was a calm tinged with blood after all fantasies had been shattered.

"However, is it true that the adult world is always flawed, filled with reckless actions, misunderstandings, and deception?"

"I walk on the crossroads I have to face every day, and I miss the simple and beautiful little happiness of the past."

Love always makes people cry and feel unsatisfied. The sky is vast, yet I can't see clearly; I feel so lonely.

The last note of the chorus came to an end.

Xu Qing's piano suddenly stopped.

Only Luo Qianyu's breathing could be heard on the stage.

Three seconds of silence.

Then she sang the last verse.

"When it got dark, I remembered that song again, and suddenly I longed for a quiet rain."

The voice was very soft, so soft it sounded like it was being spoken to someone.

"It turns out my grandmother's wisdom had already been sung to me long ago—"

The piano rejoins, but only the right hand plays, producing a single-note melody, following her note by note.

"Even when it rains, keep moving forward bravely."

"I believe everything will calm down."

"I really want to go home right now."

When Luo Qianyu sang the last line, her voice paused for a moment.

It wasn't a mistake.

I really choked up.

But she gritted her teeth and sang the last Hokkien melody.

"The sky is dark, it looks like it's going to rain. The sky is dark, so dark."

The last bass note of the piano slowly faded away in the studio.

Quiet.

It was even quieter than when "The Same Moonlight" ended last time.

It lasted for twelve seconds.

Then a girl in the first row started crying loudly, completely out of control.

It's like toppling the first domino.

The entire audience area collapsed.

It wasn't cheering, it was crying. Waves of sobs surged from all directions, drowning out the residual noise from the sound system.

On the judges' panel, Fang Hong wiped his face with the back of his hand and stood up.

Zhou Zhengping remained seated in his chair, but his eyes were red.

Yang Fan was already shedding tears.

Waiting area.

Su Man propped herself up on the table with one hand, her lips pressed into a thin line.

Zhou Yaoyang sat motionless for a long time on the folding chair behind her.

Then he stood up.

He walked to the exit of the waiting area, pushed open the door, and headed towards the passageway on the side of the audience seating.

When everyone saw Zhou Yaoyang walk out of the passage, there was another commotion at the scene.

Zhou Yaoyang stopped in the aisle in the front row, facing the stage.

Then he clapped.

Once. Twice. Three times.

The rhythm was slow, the force was strong, and every strike was clear.

The audience in the front row were stunned at first, and then they stood up.

The people behind also stood up.

Finally, everyone stood up.

The applause was so loud that it made the ceiling lights shake.

Zhou Yaoyang drummed for a long time.

A reporter leaned in with a microphone, and he only said one sentence.

"The lyrics and music of this song are also by Mingyue Qingfeng, right?"

The reporter was stunned.

Zhou Yaoyang smiled, but there was a bitter taste in his smile.

"The song I just sang, 'The One I Love,' was also written by him." He paused for a second. "Interesting. I tried to use his own song to attack him, but he still managed to beat me back."

The ratings are out.

"Bluebird Flying Fish" - Overall score 99.2.

When Luo Qianyu saw the number on the big screen, she went limp and almost collapsed to the ground.

Xu Qing walked out from behind the piano and grabbed her.

"Hold on tight."

"My legs are weak."

"Your legs weren't weak when you were singing just now."

"That's different! I was on adrenaline just now!"

Xu Qing looked at her and the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

"We've won the championship."

Luo Qianyu raised her head, her face beneath the mask covered in tears.

"I know."