Chapter 308 A Tribute to the Older Generation: Kyoto Tourists Who Came Following the Sound

You are the river of time.

"A Sky Ignited by Sparks"

"I am someone who looks up to you, so I will sing your praises..."

Listening to Wang Yueheng's soft, poetic singing.

Mo Zixue's father, Mo Weijiang, gradually changed his expression from solemn to appreciative.

Then a hint of joy appeared on her face.

This song.

It was obvious that his father, Mo Zhongqing, was a veteran revolutionary soldier who dedicated himself to the country.

It is likened to a gentle breeze and a bright moon, or to a distant lighthouse.

It is even more like a spark in the sky and the long river of time.

Their descendants, on the other hand, are their role models, recording their glorious epics.

A song of such high artistic merit is certainly not suitable for celebrating a birthday.

It's perfectly fine to treat it as a National Day gift!

"And I will love the world you love."

May you have the smile you desire.

I'm holding your hand, albeit unsteadily.

"Please take me to tomorrow..."

As the chorus ends, the accompanying music becomes increasingly intense.

Wang Yueheng's voice has reached new heights once again.

Along with the chirping of cicadas in summer, it lingers in the air above the courtyard houses of Kyoto.

Even the black-clad soldiers from the security bureau standing guard outside the gate couldn't help but glance sideways into the courtyard.

My attention was drawn to Wang Yueheng's sudden singing.

I was amazed by Wang Yueheng's unique and superb singing skills.

They were curious about it before.

How did this young singer get invited to the birthday banquet of the Mo family patriarch?

As it stands now.

He possesses such singing skills and the ability to take on the captain of the Chinese special forces one-on-one.

Wang Yueheng and Mo Lao's most beloved granddaughter are indeed a perfect match.

If you've ever tasted bitterness, then my sweetness has been more precious.

"I wish to live out your wish..."

The sun shines brightly in the clear sky.

Fluffy white clouds, like silk, drifted quietly across the light blue sky.

Holding a microphone, Wang Yueheng stood on the stage, completely immersed in the song, and sang with all his heart.

The small stage seemed to transform into a grand concert stage through his singing.

Every leaf, every grain of dust... becomes his faithful listener.

The shadows swaying in the wind on the bluestone bricks are the expressions of emotion and cheers from these spectators.

Nie Moli is a descendant of the creator of the national anthem.

At this moment, they were also drawn to Wang Yueheng's increasingly loud voice.

He sat in the chair, lost in thought.

Every lyric sung by Wang Yueheng.

Every melody.

It was as if an indescribable surprise and emotion was stirring in her thoughts.

It perfectly matched the images from the documentary "The Age of Our Fathers" in my mind.

She didn't have high hopes for Wang Yueheng's new song.

A feeling of immense excitement, as if I had found a priceless treasure, welled up inside me.

A gentle breeze was blowing.

The dappled sunlight filtering through the trees swayed gently in the breeze.

It was as if it had taken everyone back to a past time.

I saw my parents' generation struggling to make a living again.

I saw the past, which was both difficult and joyful.

Even those younger generations who cannot comprehend the hardships of their parents' generation.

At this moment, I felt a surge of indescribable emotion.

Mo Liyan, who has always held a prejudice against Mo Zixue.

Listening to Wang Yueheng's new song.

His expression gradually became blank.

Such an amazing singer.

How exactly did Mo Zixue discover the other party before he became famous?

"The mountains and rivers are safe and sound"

"Ordinary Fireworks"

"But you got to gaze upon it as you wished..."

As the song progressed...

Wang Yueheng's increasingly emotionally charged singing voice seemed to be a cry from the depths of his soul.

This once again stimulated and shocked the hearing of everyone present in the courtyard.

In the eyes of men, women, young and old.

At this moment, everyone showed a hint of emotion as the song played.

I couldn't help but think of my parents and my children.

A feeling of respect for our parents' tenacious struggle arises spontaneously.

"Beep beep~"

Not far from the courtyard house is a bustling street in Kyoto.

A long line of cars waited to pass.

The sound of car horns could be heard frequently.

"Hey, where's that singing coming from?"

"It sounds like someone is singing in a courtyard house in the alley?"

"That voice sounds familiar, but I just can't remember the singer's name..."

"Let's go take a look!"

Outside the alley, whether in taxis or walking pedestrians and tourists.

At that moment, everyone heard the sudden, high-pitched, and melodious singing.

I subconsciously looked in the direction of the singing.

Although only intermittent melody fragments.

But many people were still captivated by the melody of the song in the blink of an eye.

I want to find the source of the singing, so I'll go take a look.

soon.

Several tourists from out of town, who were visiting Kyoto, followed the singing to the gate of a courtyard house in a hutong (alleyway).

"Hello, this area is not open to the public. Please visit other places."

But they hadn't even gotten close to the entrance of the courtyard house.

They were stopped by several men in black standing at perfect posture, preventing them from getting any closer to the courtyard from which the singing was coming.

"Do you know who's singing inside?"

A curious female tourist couldn't help but ask the man in black.

"I'm sorry, I have no information to provide."

The black-clad soldier in charge of security said with a stern expression.

"And I will dream the reunion you dreamed of."

May your wishes come true forever…

now.

The powerful and lingering singing voice once again drifted from the courtyard.

A beautiful and moving voice.

A signature, perfect voice.

This gave all the male and female tourists who were gathered together a renewed sense of excitement.

"I recognize that voice! It's Wang Yueheng's!"

"I'm absolutely certain it's him, no doubt about it!"...

Someone in the crowd recognized the singer and immediately shouted excitedly.

"Wow, it really is him! How did Wang Yueheng end up singing in a courtyard house in Kyoto?"

"It must be some important person holding a party here."

"Didn't he just participate in an interview with Kyoto TV the day before yesterday? He should still be in Kyoto!"...

Amidst the excited shouts and cheers of the surrounding tourists.

News of Wang Yueheng singing in a courtyard house in a hutong spread quickly.

This attracted more and more tourists to come and join the fun.

soon.

Nearly a hundred passersby who heard the news crowded the entrance to the alley outside the courtyard house.

More and more passersby came to listen to the music.

Hu Liang, a young soldier in the special operations squad, also felt immense pressure.

Unexpectedly, Wang Yueheng simply sang a song through the wall.

It's amazing that it could attract so many onlookers at the entrance of a Kyoto alley.

The popularity is simply outrageous.