Chapter 14
As soon as Xun Chi took his hand down from Chunxi's head, he received gazes from his two friends. What's going on? You are a mysophobia. Do you have any moral integrity as a germaphobe?
Xun Chi didn't know why, but when he saw Chunxi and her sunny smile, he wanted to get close to her. The Fu family is high-ranking, and this only little girl is extremely loved by the Fu family. It is conceivable how many people would be eyeing this child. Xun Chi never liked this kind of trouble before, nor did he like women, and even more so, he didn't like touching people's heads. I don't know why I got rid of these dislikes...
Xun Chi was still thinking about what emotions were going on in his mind. The girl who had just said bad things about Chunxi was rolling her eyes so much that her face turned green like vegetables. She was whispering with her best friend from time to time. It wasn't really whispering, but her voice was not small, especially some words she wanted Chunxi to hear. "Foreign cousin", "fickle", "shameless" and so on... I guess they understood Chunxi calling Fu Ziming "Brother Ziming" as "Ziming's beloved brother". If you have a dirty heart, you will also think others are dirty.
Fu Ziming couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to go over and beat up the woman, but was stopped by Chunxi and Xunchi at the same time. Chunxi felt that it didn't matter. It was the person's mouth and how he spoke was his business. It had nothing to do with him. Xun Chi pulled him aside and whispered in his ear: "Ten years is not too late."
It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge.
If I take revenge now, not only will I lose face and attract criticism, but I will also not be able to give this person the greatest punishment. Take it slow, plan step by step, and make this life worse than death. Fu Ziming nodded. Xun Chi had always been their military advisor and had a lot of clever ideas. He knew very well how to deal with a person in a way that would make that person feel the most painful.
Xun Chi looked at the name tag with the number on the girl's chest with a serious look: No. 144 Zhang Xuan, remember it. This person will have no good days from now on.
This is the first round and there are a lot of people participating. Zhang Xuan is No. 144, and Chunxi is even further behind her, No. 216, so she has to wait for a long time. Fu Ziming and the other two simply waited for her here and chatted with her to prevent her from getting nervous. In fact, outsiders were not allowed to enter the locker room, so Fu Chanwei didn't come. But when Fu Ziming and the others came, the people in the locker room had already changed their clothes and put on makeup, so they didn't enforce it so strictly.
Zhang Xuan sang a song called "***" (because I don't want any of my songs to be ruined by this female contestant, so I'll just write ***). She had good control of the pitch, but her voice broke when she went up, and her pitch was not well controlled.
Maybe this female classmate thought she was pretty lucky (because the word "bi" sounds a bit unpleasant, I will use "fu" instead when it comes to this in the future). When she came down, she glared at Chunxi with great complacency. The meaning of her eyes was probably: I am so lucky, you can't catch up with me even if you flatter me, so you must be jealous of me... I don't know where she got this confidence from.
Finally it was Chunxi's turn. When her name was called, she took a deep breath and was about to go on stage but was stopped by Xunchi. Seeing that he was hesitant to speak, he only said one sentence in the end: "Come on." Chunxi felt weird, but still returned a friendly smile and went on stage holding the hem of her skirt.
The lights gradually dimmed, and Chunxi, who was hiding in the darkness to brew her emotions, lowered her head and closed her eyes. Her whole state suddenly became gloomy. In the thick darkness, Chunxi's heart seemed to be brewing an unsolvable sadness.
"You've been gone for so many years;
You are still here, by my side.
That day, your smiling face,
Now close your eyes,
I can still see"
As the music started, Chunxi's voice slowly flowed out. The heavy sadness and longing in that voice seemed to crush people. The sadness was like a sudden rain cloud, soaking people, chilling their hearts and bones.
Professor Xu in the audience looked at the child immersed in sadness and began to think silently, wondering if he had gone too far by asking her to put herself in her shoes and try to feel the pain of sharing music. Looking at her face filled with sorrow, Professor Xu's heart began to ache.
And all the audience, judges, and hosts. I was immediately brought into that sad world by Chunxi's singing. The night in Ulaanbaatar is too quiet, too quiet. When the sadness faded away, someone begged the wind in the wilderness to go slower and implored the clouds in the sky not to let her look back, but the dark night of Ulaanbaatar swallowed up everything, leaving nothing. No wind could be heard, no clouds could be seen, and yet something seemed to be surging under this dark curtain.
When the little girl running from the clouds got tired, sadness and anger occupied her young heart. She began to call out to the silent night sky of Ulaanbaatar over and over again, calling out until she was short of oxygen, called out until she had auditory hallucinations, called out until the sound was everywhere, called out until everything seemed like a face covered with a bearded face. She was pleasantly surprised to find that, as if in the dark mist, a response that was different from the usual was becoming clearer and clearer, passing through the clouds and the wind. He was right in front of her. She continued to call out, and the two voices were spinning at high speed in countless vacuum cyclones, about to collide and about to come back.
When the climax comes, when the Mongolian language sounds in the background music, it seems to be in harmony and dialogue with the female voice, intertwined. This dialogue that transcends life and death, and the separation of the living and the dead becomes extremely tender. The emotions in this section are isolated from the beginning and the end, and it is the softest part of the whole song. What is sad is that the conflict in this section is also the strongest. Mongolian and Chinese are intertwined but cannot communicate. The mysterious male voice and the soft female voice bring the sense of distance to the maximum. They miss each other, they think of each other, they touch each other, but words cannot express their feelings, words are insufficient, they confide in each other but cannot get each other, and they have been separated by a whole distance.
Chunxi wanted to find Chris, but she couldn't find him. She only knew Chris and football. The Portuguese team searched everywhere, but that person was not there. Occasionally there is someone named Chris, but Chunxi instinctively feels that he is not that person.
No one told her the boy's full name was Cristiano Ronaldo. Chunxi searches frantically, but always misses him. God has promised that you two cannot meet now. There is no way, you can only choose to wait.
Our World: What Has Changed
Our World: What to Expect
Our World: What's Left
Our world is now nothing but a desert—"
When the real climax came, Chunxi's style suddenly changed, and she suddenly went from being tender and affectionate to being distressed and angry because she couldn't find what she was looking for. The wild angry voice and the strong grinding of the voice change points, after she had a deep soul dialogue with fate, she did not just stay at the level of missing her friend. This estrangement and longing made her start to think about why there was such a big gap between her and Chris's world, what she was expecting; and what would be left of her empty waiting and day-to-day nostalgia.
There is nothing... I can't find anything... It's useless no matter how hard I try. Chunxi was almost crying, but she controlled her voice well. The last murmur was mournful, as if it was telling something, but also as if it was complaining about something. Fate will not satisfy all your needs just because of your preferences. It will not even satisfy your small request - reunion.
When the last note fell, when the lights came back on in the conference hall, when everyone came back from that silent, desolate and frightening night in Ulaanbaatar. Almost everyone had tears in their eyes. Chunxi's singing has a kind of magic that can bind your body and make you look up at the sky. You seem to see that person again through your tearful eyes. You can also communicate with him, listen to his chattering, and tell your heart to him while enjoying the sunset breeze.
Almost everyone was brought into a scene by this performance. It touched the most painful part of everyone's heart that they were reluctant to forget. Maybe it is the friendship with good friends who have not been in touch for a long time, maybe it is the longing for deceased relatives, maybe it is the remembrance of the past times that can never be returned. It's like a big hand tightly grasping your heart, and even though it hurts, you still can't help but be moved by it. That was the feeling of the judges present.
I've cried my heart out but I still immerse myself in it without hesitation, just like falling into the deep sea, suffocating and in pain. But it still fell, fell...
It’s like the female singer on the stage, every song of hers will not pass through your eardrums, but go directly into your heart, making your eyes blurred with tears. Perhaps I came to Ulaanbaatar involuntarily, knelt down on the quiet grassland, put my hands together, and said hello to the sky, the heart, and the people thousands of miles away.
Chunxi performed this song using the Tibetan dialect that she had recently learned from a Tibetan senior schoolmate, which brought the feeling of desolation in the wilderness expressed in the song to its extreme and touched everyone's heart at once.
The outcome was naturally beyond doubt, Chunxi entered the second round with the highest score.
Zhang Xuan, who insulted Chunxi, did not actually leave. No one knew why. Was it also to prove that his evaluation of Chunxi as "an embroidered pillow with a bag of straw" was correct?
But after listening to Chunxi's singing, her face looked as ugly as the bottom of a pot. She cried and her eyes were red, but she just felt uncomfortable. What the hell, it must be because she has a good teacher, chooses good songs, and has a good atmosphere... Anyway, it definitely can't be because she is good.
Xun Chi looked at Chunxi, who was still immersed in the world of songs and secretly sad. David and Fu Chan Weiwei were busy encouraging and comforting their daughter. Chunxi's tears seemed to isolate a small space, a small space like the silent night in Ulaanbaatar. Her tears were the only bright color in that dark and silent space, like flowing moonlight, flowing into people's hearts, cool, astringent, and sour that people were at a loss. Xun Chi seemed to be possessed by a ghost. He took a step forward, squatted in front of Chunxi, raised his hand and gently wiped away Chunxi's tears: "Don't cry, if you are sad, I will be sad too."
The author has something to say:
I strongly recommend everyone to watch the segment where Tan Weiwei sings "Night in Ulaanbaatar" on I Am a Singer. It's so heartbreaking. In fact, the lyrics of this version of Ulaanbaatar Night were adapted by Tan Weiwei, but it is really nice. Both Tang Jingjin and Tan Weiwei sang very well... As for Xun Chi, I can only say, forgive me for making a small fuss.
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