You Were Told to Write Songs, Not Dominate Sinology Masters?

Actor Wang Yueheng transmigrates as a street singer participating in a talent show. His on-the-spot creation of "The Lone Brave" ignites the entire internet, helping him rise from a grassro...

Chapter 275 The Season When Summer Flowers Bloom, This Night We Live Like Summer Flowers (2/2)

Everyone is speculating what unique pieces Wang Yueheng will bring this time.

"That cute little girl streamer is here too! Wang Yueheng's assistant team is amazing!"

"But I still prefer Goddess Mo Xue!"

"The girls are all so different in style and temperament, I'm drooling with envy!"

"I'd be ecstatic if anyone could be my girlfriend..."

"I really want to be able to sing like Wang Yueheng!"...

They stared at Gao Fei, Li Yueqi, and the others who had just arrived at the scene.

Both the live stream audience and the live audience were filled with admiration for Wang Yueheng.

Surrounded by so many wonderful girls at work every day, I must be so lucky!

Besides the online celebrities and live streamers on site.

Weihe County TV Station, Linjiang City TV Station, and Jiangxi Province TV Station.

Reporters were also dispatched immediately to conduct on-site interviews and broadcasts.

After all, this was Wang Yueheng's first time holding a concert in his hometown.

It is of great significance.

The reporter from Jiangxi TV who came to the scene was Cui Min, who had known Wang Yueheng for a long time.

As a reporter who has personally witnessed Wang Yueheng's growth step by step.

They even did a special interview with this young singer back then.

At this moment, Cui Min was filled with mixed emotions.

Back then, he was a fledgling newcomer to the music scene, performing at the police academy.

Today, it has become the pride of the Wei River and even the entire Jiangxi Province!

"Ta-da~"

Just as Cui Min was lost in thought...

The stage lights suddenly began to change and flash.

Wow~~

"ah!!"

"Wang Yueheng! Wang Yueheng! Wang Yueheng!"...

Dance with the lights.

The band members suddenly started playing their instruments.

The already restless crowd suddenly erupted into screams and shouts that pierced the night.

Even the special police officers responsible for maintaining order were drawn to it.

They couldn't help but be drawn onto the stage.

On the big screen.

Close-up shots of flowers in full bloom flash by rapidly.

Lotus, jasmine, lily, gardenia...

Each blooming flower seems to display its own unique language.

Faith and hope!

Purity and solemnity!

Courage and nobility!

Joy and resilience!

...

These beautiful images of blooming flowers alone seem to allow everyone to smell their fragrance through the screen.

And those who were observant noticed it immediately.

These flowers only bloom during this season, which is summer.

As the illusory images of these blooming flowers gradually faded away.

Suddenly, a song title appeared on the huge screen, displayed in front of all the viewers.

"Life is Like a Summer Flower"

Lyrics by Wang Yueheng

Composer: Wang Yueheng

"Accompaniment: Little Red Flower Band..."

Before the audience could continue screaming and shouting...

A rhythmic drumbeat mixed with inexplicable whispers suddenly came through the square's loudspeakers.

Hearing this unprecedented whisper, a uniquely styled prelude.

The audience, who were just getting excited, fell silent again, listening intently with curious expressions.

"Huh? What language is this?"

"It sounds like Tibetan?"

"It's not French, is it?"...

Hearing the indistinct murmurs in the prelude, the audience was stunned and began to speculate.

At that moment, a familiar figure slowly walked out from behind the stage.

Wang Yueheng held a silver microphone, his young face beneath soft short hair adorned with a confident smile.

Unlike in the past.

Wang Yueheng, dressed in a stylish summer outfit, had a round straw hat woven from straw slung over his back.

It has a very casual folk style.

They also seem like travelers who have just returned from a long journey.

The intro has ended.

The sound of guitar strings began.

Wearing a straw hat, Wang Yueheng gazed coolly at the thronging crowd below the stage.

Slowly raising the microphone that gleamed with metallic silver light:

"I wonder how long they slept in the darkness..."

The slightly melancholic and sentimental singing voice, carried by the summer breeze, instantly spread throughout the entire square.