Chapter 57 Chapter 57 Living Well
Finally it was time for the last song, and this song was the one that Gou Qiu had said was totally unacceptable.
Although Gou Qiu did not agree, Sang Ling still wrote the lyrics.
This is a completely modern song, and Sang Ling doesn't know whether fans can accept it.
But this is the song she wants to write and sing the most, dedicated to her fans and herself. Whether it is recognized by the public is not her top concern.
During the last song, the cheers from the audience reached a peak. Sang Ling closed his eyes and listened to the waves of affection, his chest beating like a drum.
She raised her hand and pressed it down, and in just a second, the roar stopped and became quiet.
She opened her eyes, and on the screen her pupils twinkled like stars, bright and shining, and then curved into an arc, filled with a smile.
"This is a new song, dedicated to you and to me."
The music started, clear, gentle and melodious. There was no dancing or accompaniment, only the simplest piano sounds.
The musician accompanying Sang Ling was naturally Kuang Yan. Unlike previous times, Kuang Yan was the most nervous this time, even more nervous than when she first went on stage to accompany Sang Ling.
The strings of the piano plucked and the sound slowed down. Kuang Yan looked down and saw Gou Qiu, who had a nervous look on his face.
She had the same idea as Gou Qiu. Would such a strange and novel song really be accepted by the people of the demon world?
The next second, Sang Ling opened his voice, like the spring breeze blowing on the face and the green trees sprouting branches. Kuang Yan couldn't describe what kind of sound it was. She had heard it countless times, but this time, it was so heart-wrenching.
From this moment on, her tension eased, her thoughts disappeared, and she was completely immersed in Sang Ling's singing.
This is their world, just music and nothing else.
The audience had been quiet since the beginning, and there had not been the slightest ripple. But Sang Ling had never looked at them, and neither had Kuang Yan. They closed their eyes and opened them, but what they saw was not reality. They were immersed in the melody and in their perception.
Only Gou Qiu stared at the silent audience without blinking, his nervousness reaching its peak.
How could there be no movement in the audience?
The gentle melody gradually became tense, with dense drum beats and rapid piano playing. Even Gou Qiu, whose mind was not on the music at all, was forced into this emotion. She touched her chest and became even more nervous due to the music.
There was no cheering from the audience. Gou Qiu listened to the music and looked at the reality, and sighed deeply.
It seems that Sang Ling made a wrong bet this time.
Gou Qiu lowered his head and couldn't help complaining that he couldn't stop Sang Ling. The atmosphere of this performance was originally very good, and it was almost declared a great success, but the last strange and novel song completely destroyed all the atmosphere.
The melody turned softer again. Gou Qiu couldn't describe what kind of song it was, but the harmonious sounds suddenly reminded her of Sang Ling's past.
In order to protect the sect, he fell into the Ghost Abyss, survived several dangers and almost lost his life in the sect. He did not die in the most vicious Ghost Abyss in the Three Realms, but almost died in the peaceful and harmonious Cangwu Immortal Mansion. How much hatred, how unfair, and how unwilling he was.
But the gentle and soothing melody doesn't say that. It says the past is over and there is a new life ahead.
Gou Qiu couldn't help but think about her own half of life, lonely and displaced, with only herself, how she relied on her tenacious perseverance to climb to Chao City, how she entered Moshengze, and how she became the manager of Chunming Pavilion.
She lived a life she had never dared to dream of before.
The music is soft, and in the silent space there is only the clear melody of Sang Ling, which is peaceful and harmonious.
But his chest was heaving, and Gou Qiu raised his hand and felt his face covered with tears.
The song ends.
Just then she felt the heat welling up in her eyes and something seemed to be growing in her heart. She raised her head and saw that the outer city, which had been gloomy and windy, suddenly seemed to be blown by a spring breeze, and was about to sprout green leaves and bloom spring flowers.
When Gou Qiu came to his senses, Sang Ling had already taken his bow on the stage with Kuang Yan.
It was not until this moment that Gou Qiu remembered the audience in the audience. She immediately looked over and saw that the audience still did not cheer, but just stared blankly at the stage.
Sang Ling stepped down from the stage and saw Gou Qiu who had been standing by the stage. She smiled at her.
Gou Qiu frowned, "The song selection for the last song was still wrong. There was no reaction from the audience."
Sang Ling opened her eyes in confusion, "This song should be pretty good, right?"
"Look at the audience's reaction. Even your fans didn't do anything. That doesn't look good at all."
Sang Ling touched his left chest. The unignorable heat and the almost palpable melting there all spoke of the success of this last song. Could it be that he had really miscalculated?
Suddenly, the children from the outer city who had been sitting on the ground not far away suddenly swarmed to Sang Ling. Without saying a word, they just stared at Sang Ling with their bright eyes.
Gou Qiu was really confused by their actions. She heard these kids sitting together before the show started, criticizing the inner city monks, especially Sang Ling who was performing today.
Didn’t they say that they would stick to their original intentions and never be deceived by the evil woman?
The leading child no longer had the ferocious look he had before. With a flushed face, he placed the ten spirit stones he had just received in his palm and handed them carefully to Sang Ling.
“Here…here you are.”
The other children did the same as him and carefully handed the spirit stones to Sang Ling.
They heard that the fairy sister in front of them lived on tips from the audience. They liked the performance of this sister, so they wanted to give her money.
Sang Ling was both amused and annoyed, and stuffed their spirit stones into their pockets one by one.
"This performance is free, thank you for your spirit stones."
Only Gou Qiu was puzzled. Could it be that this new song was more suitable for children? Otherwise, why did the audience react so lukewarmly while these children were so enthusiastic, contrary to their usual behavior?
At this time, Kuang Yan also stepped down from the stage. There were still traces of tears on her face. She had not noticed it when she was practicing the piano, but today, when Sang Ling sang, her tears could not stop flowing.
She walked up to Sang Ling, her voice softened and she said with a hint of tears, "This is such a good song."
Gou Qiu was even more confused, "Really?"
Kuang Yan looked up at her, "Of course, Mom, you cried too, didn't you?"
Gou Qiu's heart was suddenly shocked. Yes, wasn't she moved to tears by Sang Ling's singing? Why should the judgment of the quality of a song rely on the audience's reaction? This is obviously a good song, a good song that can deeply immerse people.
She suddenly laughed, "Yes, no matter whether the audience likes it or not, this is a good song."
Kuang Yan looked at her in confusion: "Mom, the audience's reaction is even greater than yours."
Gou Qiu then looked carefully at the audience. There were so many people that she couldn't see the shock and tears on the audience's faces. She only relied on the cheers to make her judgment, and in her nervousness she forgot her own genuine reaction and the audience's most genuine reaction.
Looking up again, the number of spectators was so large that it was impossible to see the bottom. The periphery was filled with people from other cities. The free spiritual food had already been distributed. Those people from other cities who were hiding had long forgotten about the external objects, hatred and fear, and walked out with a calm look on their faces.
How can I describe my feelings about this song? There are no words. I just feel that the strong wind has gone and spring is in the air. Hope is sprouting again in the flesh and blood in my chest.
The demon world, which was covered with rotten soil, seemed to be sown with seeds by the song. Green trees grew wildly, and even the tip of the nose was wet with the freshness of spring.
The audience also came back from their emotions at this moment, wiped their tears in shock, and the next second they picked up the bag of spirit stones and threw them onto the stage. The Prince of Jiecheng also took out his City Lord Seal and threw it onto the stage.
Sang Ling didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so she had to go on stage and use her spiritual energy to return the spirit stone bags and city lord seals on the stage to the fans one by one.
"Today is a free stage, please don't let me go back on my word."
There was a cultivator from the Evil Hall who was looking for weaknesses to criticize. His face turned brown as he stuffed back the bag of spirit stones that he had thrown away involuntarily. He took out the Jade Pass and shouted excitedly:
"It's really free. It's completely free. Sang Lian won't even accept the spiritual stones from you as a reward."
I don't know what Yutong said, but this person rolled his eyes and shouted even more excitedly:
"No weaknesses! San! No! There!"
After saying this, he ignored the other side, plugged the jade tube, and led the shouting.
The rest of the audience was infected by him and started cheering too.
Gou Qiu finally heard what she wanted to hear. The sound was louder and the emotions were more exciting than she had imagined.
Sang Ling couldn't help being moved. She stroked her chest, and the warmth spread from her chest to her eyes. She bowed deeply.
"Thank you, everyone."
The fans in the audience didn’t know how precious something they brought to her.
Their overwhelming love melts away death.
It's not her music that is full of life, but their love that gives her life.
The fans in the audience were still shouting, this was a strange song, too strange, the melody was strange, it made people feel excited, and they were beating the song just for themselves. They were not listening to other people's stories from the song, but themselves, their past and their new life.
Anyone can immerse themselves in their own spiritual world through this strange song, led by Sang.
In the crowded crowd, Mo Shengze's Wolf Steward covered himself tightly and mingled with Sang Ling's fans.
The Sang Ling fans around him were at their most enthusiastic and shouted wildly:
"San! I love you!"
"I love you too!"
"Don't listen to them, I love you the most!!!"
The Wolf Steward moved his mouth twice, pulled down the brim of his hat to make sure no one could recognize him, and then he joined in the shouting.
"I...I love it too!"
As soon as he finished shouting, he suddenly felt a biting chill behind him and got goose bumps.
He looked back quickly but saw nothing. He frowned in confusion and quickly turned back to cheer and dance with Sang Ling's fans.
After a while, a man walked out from the crowd at the edge of the stage, carrying a huge coffin on his back. He looked back and saw Sang Ling's fans, who had increased exponentially, trying to keep him. It was the last song and the performance was over.
Sang Ling went on stage again, but did not perform again. Instead, she sat at the edge of the stage and chatted with fans with a smile.
The huge curtain reflected Sang Ling's figure. She smiled sincerely and chatted while swinging her legs in a very relaxed manner.
The man also smiled sincerely and stroked the black coffin on his back.
"It's a good life."
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