"Today I'm bringing you the song 'Anhe Bridge,' and I hope you'll enjoy it."
(Anhe Bridge - Yuxi)
The song's intro features a distinctive and very rhythmic bass drum sound.
As the piano music began, it added a touch of "past" to the song.
The intro is a bit long, but it's very immersive.
The unique charm quickly drew everyone into the rhythm.
Let me look at you one more time, from south to north~
"Like being blindfolded by the Fifth Ring Road~"
"Please tell me again, about that day~"
"The girl holding the box~"
"And the man wiping his sweat~"
The melodious and gentle tune is paired with a soft voice.
For the audience, this is undoubtedly an irreplaceable musical feast.
[She's back! That familiar feeling is back! It has to be Wen He! That melancholic yet regretful vibe is just right!]
I feel like I'm sick; I actually crave to hear Wen He sing a depressing song.
You're not sick, you've just become a whetstone. It's okay, you'll get used to it.
[It's a knife, hahaha, a delicious knife, a sweet knife, hahahahaha!!]
[What keyword triggered this? Why did it suddenly start acting crazy?]
The moment the first verse of this song begins.
This song was destined to mercilessly steal their tears.
Surprisingly, almost no one questioned whether Wen He's idea would backfire.
It's as if everyone assumes that Wen He's songs are all of top quality.
Wen He's singing has proven countless times that a mishap is impossible.
Even though their styles are similar, they can still sing in a way that touches their hearts.
I know, those summers~
"Just like youth, it can never come back~"
"In place of dreams..."
"It's something I can only do reluctantly."
"I know, it was all just bragging."
"I'll just laugh it off as I get older~"
"Let me be trapped in the city..."
In memory of you~
Those who heard this were gradually moved.
A wave of regret washed over them.
It's as if the empty space in someone's heart has been touched by the song and has reappeared in people's sight.
For most people, dreams remain an unattainable concept.
Within the limited freedom available to us, we can only search for something to replace our dreams, and even if it's a stretch, it's enough.
Others simply buried it and never mentioned it again.
In one's life, many things are quietly buried.
Sometimes we have no choice, and sometimes we have to.
For example, youth, love, dreams, imagination...
The best gift I ever gave my son was a straight wooden stick that I had treasured for many years, which I left on his way home on his birthday. He saw it immediately on his way home, and as he picked it up and waved it around, he must have been thinking, "I want to be a chivalrous knight-errant who roams the world with a sword," because that's what I wanted to be too.
A few days ago, I passed by an elementary school and saw some children jumping and playing, trying to catch leaves. At that moment, I actually thought, "Childish." When that thought crossed my mind, I suddenly froze, as if I had personally strangled my own youth.
Looking back, it seems my path was predetermined from the very beginning. I never even considered what I should do or how to live my own life. My university, my major, my job after graduation, and even my wife—everything was planned by my parents. My life is happy and fulfilling, but I feel like an observer.
I quit my job, returned to my hometown, watered the plants, planted vegetables, fed the chickens, chopped wood, made a fire, brewed a pot of tea, and raised a dog... Looking back on this decision, I am truly filled with emotion. Friends and family were all trying to dissuade me, but thankfully I ultimately chose myself. I am grateful for solitude, thankful for solitude, and I love solitude.
Countless memories flowed through their minds like a gentle stream.
Past regrets resurfaced one by one.
In this life, only a lucky few can live a wonderful and authentic life.
For the vast majority of people, the main theme remains regret and sorrow.
"Let me have another bite~"
"Autumn wine~"
"Keep driving south~"
"Not too long~"
"Let me hear it one more time~"
"The most beautiful line..."
"You're home~"
"I'm waiting for you~"
When the song reached this point...
A happy smile appeared on Wen He's face.
His eyes were filled with the image of Cheng Yudie.
Although she was not present.
But Wen He knew that she was definitely watching.
After each session, Wen He would rush home.
A large part of the reason was that Cheng Yudie was waiting for her to come home.
The moment Wen He returned home and was greeted, he felt like the happiest person in the world.
And this happiness will be spread to every listener through his singing.
Looking at the tearful eyes of the audience below the stage.
Wen He knew...
They probably heard their favorite person say the most beautiful words.
Just when everyone thought this was a healing song with a touch of sweetness hidden in the knife...
The sound of the morin khuur (horsehead fiddle) was suddenly added to the accompaniment.
The last thread of tension in their hearts finally snapped.
The loneliness in everyone's heart began to be amplified.
The beautiful picture that had just been established gradually crumbled and dissipated before my eyes.
After Wen He's chorus ended, the song also came to its final conclusion.
I know, those summers~
"Just like you, you can't come back~"
"I will no longer have high expectations of anyone."
"I know this world~"
"There are so many regrets every day~"
"So hello~"
"goodbye……"
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