Chapter 102 Final
The noise from the audience subsided like the tide.
The spotlight first fell on Zhu Fan. Zhu Fan adjusted her facial expression, suppressed the pain in her hands and arms, and sat down on the high stool.
The girl's black sweater was open at the neckline, revealing her delicate collarbone. A pink ballet-style tulle skirt cascaded softly to her feet.
She leaned slightly forward, gently resting the violin against her knees, her right hand holding the bow, suspended on the strings, while the loose sleeve of her sweater slid down to her elbow, revealing a section of her fair arm—
Zhu Fan's abrasions were oozing blood, which Yi Jia could see clearly from the distance on stage.
She was extremely worried.
The performance is important, but not as important as the blessing.
Under the play of light and shadow, Yi Jia held the microphone, his gaze not immediately falling on the audience, but instead looking at Zhu Fan.
Zhu Fan's gaze briefly met Yi Jia's, and she knew that Yi Jia was worried about her health.
She nodded very slightly to her: I'm fine, just perform well.
Yi Jia was heartbroken.
Under Zhu Fan's gaze, she steadied herself and her expression began to relax.
The next second, Zhu Fan's bow fell.
The first note wasn't drawn out; it "grew" out—deep and mellow, like a sigh seeping from the depths of the earth, with a granular texture, slowly spreading across every corner of the playground.
In just two short sections, the air density was adjusted to a different level.
All the whispers and distractions were absorbed and settled by this sound.
Fang Qizhou looked up from his phone the moment Zhu Fan took the stage.
From a distance, he looked at Zhu Fan's left hand on the big screen.
The girl's hands were very steady when she played the violin, but he noticed that Zhu Fan's left hand trembled slightly when she put the violin on stage.
On stage, Zhu Fan looked towards Fang Qizhou at the far end of the audience.
Even from this distance, she could see his unhappy expression.
Zhu Fan was engrossed in playing the violin, occasionally glancing up at Fang Qizhou in the distance.
Every time, I would be met with his dark eyes.
When Zhu Fan and Yi Jia came on stage, Wen Yuxing had already placed the twelve bionic butterflies of different sizes that he had brought.
He glanced at the stage instinctively, "My sister-in-law plays the violin so well! She's looking at us."
She smiled so sweetly at Zhou Ge.
Wen Yuxing was so fed up with this display of affection that he worked even harder.
Pan Sui stroked her chin and said, "Is it possible that there is no us, only the Day God?"
Wen Yuxing subconsciously looked at his brother Zhou.
His brother Zhou didn't even glance at him; his eyes were fixed on Zhu Fan on the stage.
Wen Yuxing smiled, revealing a set of bright white teeth.
Brothers or wife are more important, definitely wife.
He stopped talking, ruining the atmosphere.
Shen Ji and Pan Sui, who had been asked by Fang Qizhou to help out from the laboratory building, couldn't help but wave their glow sticks.
They didn't understand musical melodies; they only knew that the sound of the piano captivated them.
They hadn't planned to join in the fun until three days ago when Fang Qizhou was making "toys" in the lab.
This "toy" is very simple to make; it's just a few bionic butterflies. It's also available for sale in stores.
But the fact that Fang Qizhou was the one who made these biomimetic butterflies surprised them greatly.
Only today did they realize that they had been performing daytime magic to enhance the entertainment value of their girlfriend's show.
Fang Qizhou looked down and fiddled with his phone—
The smallest butterfly took flight from the ground.
Wen Yuxing exclaimed, "Ah! Are we flying now?"
Shen Ji and Pan Sui both looked down at the mobile phone control system.
There are twelve butterflies, and each of them controls four.
Fang Qizhou: "Fly at the originally scheduled time."
Pan Sui and Shen Ji winked: Zhou Shen's eyes haven't left his girlfriend since she came on stage, and now he's sending a butterfly over first, he must want to interact with her.
This is a subtle, hidden agenda.
It is too sweet.
A butterfly the size of a rose petal landed on Zhu Fan's shoulder, its wings fluttering lightly.
Zhu Fan lowered her head and smiled as she glanced at the butterfly on her shoulder.
The butterfly was small and went unnoticed.
Is Fang Qizhou interacting with her?
She smiled and curved her lips in Fang Qizhou's direction.
Yi Jia cut in on the third beat.
She picked up the microphone, her other hand hanging naturally at her side. The moment she spoke, her voice was as clear as a light snowflake falling against your ear: "You are, the long, distant road—"
The tone was clear and crisp, yet warm, like moonlight flowing over a newly thawed stream.
Yi Jia's singing style is very quiet, with almost no big ups and downs, but every word is pronounced sincerely and fully, as if she is not singing, but whispering a long-treasured story to you.
"A light in the thick fog of the mountains—"
Zhu Fan's zither music rose slightly at this moment, no longer a simple murmur, but transformed into a continuous, misty harmony, carrying her voice higher.
Yi Jia's voice also became more expansive, and the warmth turned into light, penetrating the thin mist woven by the music.
May your wishes come true forever—
As she sang this line, Yi Jia finally raised her eyes and looked down at the audience. There was no showy technique in her eyes, only a pure, almost devout blessing.
Zhu Fan increased the pressure of her bow, making the melody line solid and powerful, like a weighty road laid out steadily beneath her feet.
What truly took the audience's breath away was the second chorus.
Yi Jia's voice began to rise in layers, her emotions building to a climax: "And I will love the world you love—"
Several butterflies flew toward the stage and hovered beside Yi Jia.
Suddenly, butterflies appeared and danced gracefully, making the stage so beautiful that it was impossible to look away.
At this moment, Yi Jia is like a gentle breeze, or a spring flower.
All eyes were on her, and people even held their breath to quietly appreciate this feast for the eyes and ears.
Zhu Fan no longer used harmonic accompaniment. She suddenly played a series of rapid and gorgeous arpeggios, like a cascading silver river, followed by the cello bursting out with an unprecedentedly bright and passionate high-pitched melody.
Yi Jia's voice blossomed completely at this moment, clear and transparent, with the power to penetrate everything, tightly intertwined with Zhu Fan's passionate and surging zither music, spiraling upwards.
It is the soul resonance between the strings and the voice.
It was impossible to tell whether the singing was conducting the strings, or the strings were guiding the singing. The two didn't even exchange a single glance, yet their understanding was so profound that it was as if they shared the same breath.
"May our efforts not be in vain, may we forge ahead with courage—"
In the final sentence, all the overwhelming emotions suddenly subsided. Zhu Fan's bowing slowed down, returning to the initial calm murmur, and Yi Jia's voice also returned to a gentle narration, the last syllable trembling slightly as it softly dissipated into the air: "Every day of this prosperous age."
The last note trembled and faded away.
A butterfly landed on Yi Jia's fingertip.
The landing of the butterfly made Yi Jia's eyes redden.
Zhu Fan's stage surprise for her was truly thoughtful.
These butterflies are as light as cicada wings, just like real butterflies.
She sings, and butterflies flutter around her, even following the rhythm of her songs.
All eyes in the audience were on her.
But where in Beijing can you find real butterflies this season?
She saw a few people standing at the very back of the audience. She also clearly saw the mechanical device inside the bionic butterfly on her fingertip.
The butterfly's flight path was being controlled by Fang Qizhou and his team.
quiet.
A deathly silence.
Suddenly, the applause didn't just "sound," it "exploded."
Like a dam bursting, the surging sound instantly engulfed the entire playground. Some people stood up, and more followed suit. The judges in the front row momentarily forgot to hold up their scoreboards, and simply clapped enthusiastically.
Zhu Fan, holding a zither in one hand and a bow in the other, was embraced by Yi Jia as she expressed her gratitude.
As they left the stage, the host reminded Zhu Fan and Yi Jia, "Remember to take those flowers from the audience; they were all sent by your and Yi Jia's fans."
Everyone originally wanted to go on stage to present the gift, but fearing it would affect the performance, they voluntarily presented it below the stage in front of the two of them.
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