Chapter 1086: Anticipating the blooming of spring flowers, hoping to fulfill my long-cherished wish. I worry about it day and night and take good care of it.

Wang Yueheng's singing became increasingly heartfelt, with each word seemingly containing endless appreciation.

His singing skills were fully demonstrated in the a cappella performance, with stable breath control, excellent pitch, and emotional delivery.

Even without accompaniment, his voice doesn't sound thin at all; on the contrary, it highlights the texture of his voice and his storytelling ability.

Mo Zixue clasped her hands together in front of her chest, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Wang Yueheng, completely immersed in his singing.

Despite listening to her talented boyfriend sing every day.

But every time I listen to it, I am still moved.

Zhao Ying, who was standing to the side, was also engrossed in the conversation. She tilted her head slightly, her eyes somewhat unfocused.

It was as if the song transported me to that small garden filled with orchids, and I could see the figure tending to them day and night.

"Looking forward to the spring flowers blooming, so that my long-cherished wish can be fulfilled."

"The courtyard is full of clusters of flowers, adding much fragrance..."

The following few lines of lyrics were sung a cappella.

Wang Yueheng's voice was filled with bright hope and satisfaction.

It was as if after a long wait and careful nurturing, the orchids finally bloomed in the spring, filling the courtyard with fragrance, and my wish was fulfilled.

His voice rose slightly at the end, carrying a serene joy.

Wang Yueheng's a cappella singing came to an abrupt end there.

Follow the normal performance process of a song.

Next, we should repeat the entire verse and chorus of the song.

However, this time it wasn't a formal performance, but rather a lifestyle variety show.

Singing is just one way to add embellishment to the process.

Therefore, Wang Yueheng only sang a portion of the song a cappella to avoid taking up more time recording the program.

The singing stopped.

The sounds of the mountain wind and birdsong seemed to have just returned to everyone's ears.

The staff around, including the cameraman/PD, were still immersed in the beautiful mood depicted in the song.

The melody is fresh and natural, and the lyrics are simple yet full of imagery.

Coupled with Wang Yueheng's clean and stress-relieving voice, it's like a refreshing breeze.

The wind instantly dispelled everyone's fatigue from the climb.

It also dispelled the restlessness in the hearts of city dwellers, even through the screen.

"...It's so beautiful I don't know what to say."

"These lyrics and this melody are so healing!"

"It's as if I can smell the fragrance of orchids!"

"Even her a cappella singing is so beautiful, I cried!"

"The pressure just vanished instantly, what a soothing song!"

"I miss my grandma's little courtyard..."

The live stream was flooded with comments like "healing," "pleasant to listen to," and "tranquil."

But in a bustling metropolis thousands of miles away.

Yan Youan, a stylishly dressed office worker who was secretly watching a live stream on her phone during her lunch break, found her eyes welling up with tears.

She sat in her cold office cubicle, Wang Yueheng's clear and melodious voice echoing in her headphones.

"I came from the mountains, carrying orchids... I planted them in my little garden, hoping they would bloom early..."

The song was like a gentle key, instantly unlocking a long-sealed door deep in her memory.

She remembered her childhood, in the remote countryside, where her grandparents would often take her up the mountain as a little girl.

It wasn't picking orchids; it was probably gathering wild fruits, digging for wild vegetables, or collecting firewood.

Sunlight filtered through the tall trees, casting dappled patterns, and the earth in the forest exuded a pleasant aroma.

My grandparents' hands were rough but warm, and they could always accurately tell which fruits were sweet and which mushrooms were edible.