The martial arts performance ended amidst cheers from the audience.
Nian Tujin went backstage and high-fived Nian Jingliu, who was about to go on stage.
"Nian Jingliu, it's your turn!"
"Little sister, just you wait and see!"
Nian Jingliu lightly tapped his forehead with two fingers and flicked them out, making a cool "wink".
The backlight screen slowly unfolds—
The Milky Way is vast.
The image zooms in, as if traveling through time and space, then freezes again, transforming into the starry sky overhead.
In the dim starlight, the sound of a piano glides by, followed by a slightly husky yet clear male voice:
"Embracing the Milky Way and gazing at the starry sky"
Biomimetic creations of stars, mayflies, and dust.
The universe is the final destination of nothingness.
..."
In the vast and boundless universe, a space capsule, as insignificant as a mayfly, drifts aimlessly.
Loneliness washes over me.
The young man sat in front of the microphone and gently plucked the strings.
We are all mayflies adrift.
Searching for rivers in the vast wilderness;
The time of day and night
How is that possible?
Oh~ Oh~
The young man's voice was slightly hoarse, his eyebrows and eyes were slightly lowered, and the heart-wrenching sadness and despair in the story seeped into his heart.
In the universe, we are but mayflies.
A single speck of dust falling from the universe can be a disaster for us.
We fly to an unknown world, carrying beautiful fantasies, hoping to find the stars, only to discover that the journey is ultimately illusory.
There is no road ahead, no way back, and I am in nothingness.
"Even the creator gods are asking questions."
Is the azure blue it carries an illusion or reality?
A burning soul is not a speck of dust…
The slightly hoarse voice rose, and a clear power pierced through the gloom!
We are all in an illusory universe.
Carve the burning soul into an ark;
The eternal legacy of the times
How is that not enough?
"Oh!"
The music blared, and the male voices ignited!
Look at the dark night of the vast universe, where countless persistent souls burn, transforming into a ladder to heaven brighter than the stars!
Countless tiny dust particles emit light, connecting the hope of life.
Those are the footsteps of countless generations of exploration.
On the screen, the business cards of a person who has been exploring ways to save the world and searching for a new home in the universe since the era of natural disasters flashed by one by one.
We are all mayflies adrift.
Find the river in the vast wilderness;
We are all in an illusory universe.
Carve the ark with a burning soul;
Even the most distant legends
Even that couldn't withstand the search;
Even the tiniest dust
It also makes up the universe!
The songs were like the early stages of a natural disaster, with ships flying headlong into the vast space, piercing the clouds, like mayflies searching for starlight.
"We are lonely, we are insignificant, we gaze into the distance, we yearn, and we are resolute."
—From *Chronicles of Natural Disasters: Salvation*
Nian Jingliu's eyes were slightly red, and his voice was filled with a tingling breath: "A song called 'Universe' is dedicated to you who hold hope in your hearts."
Thunderous applause erupted.
(The inspiration for "Universe" came from Zhou Shen's song "Mirage"! Highly recommend it, everyone! I've been listening to it on repeat for days.)
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The screen changed again, and the dark blue starry sky was replaced by vibrant clouds.
The sky was like silk, the clouds were dyed with golden hues, and the vibrant yellow and red colors transformed the stage into a warm and inviting world.
The grand finale was a folk song titled "Fierce Wind".
Just as Hua Xiange was about to walk onto the stage, Hua Changle suddenly called out to him.
"What's wrong?"
Hua Xiange turned around and bumped into something soft in her arms.
The little girl's soft hair brushed against her neck, and her clear voice rang in her ears: "Brother, you're the best!"
Hua Xiange's heart softened. She leaned down and bumped her forehead against hers: "Thank you, Lele."
"I'm on stage!"
Hua Changle watched his retreating figure against the light and heard the sound of 422 coming from beside her.
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A highly rhythmic electronic sound rang out, accompanied by the clear and melodious sound of a zither, striking a chord in people's hearts.
Listen to the siren's song; a story unfolds at the end of the tide:
"Rain pours down over mountain streams, fierce winds sweep across the wilderness; "
Heart,
Crossing countless rivers and mountains,
No need to linger
..."
A fierce wind swept across the wilderness, galloping freely between heaven and earth.
The young man's clear voice was like a gentle breeze traveling across the fields, stirring the heartstrings.
"Teasing the sun"
Unafraid of worldly affairs, a pure dream;
plucked the stars
Overcoming countless difficulties and dangers
..."
A beam of light shone down on the young man with long silver hair and a blue shirt.
The wind billowed his long robe, as if trying to assimilate him into the wind and sweep across the mountains and rivers together.
A strand of silver wig touched her cheek, making Hua Xiange appear like a messenger of the wind.
The sound rises smoothly from the chest cavity to the head cavity:
Ah~
We are unaware of the dangers lurking within sincerity, persistence, and obsession.
A lifetime of pursuit and decay speaks louder than a thousand words!
Haa—
Even when the heavens and earth are silent, sing when the wind rises.
Even if the world is desolate and the fierce wind sweeps across the plains
A free spirit
Wuhu!
Hua Changle stared intently at the dazzling figure on the stage, seeing the undying star in his eyes.
As the chanting ended and the interlude began, the flower-stringed song gazed at the starry sky; in that brief moment, a thousand thoughts flashed through my mind—
Hua Qingyun: "[Rain and Dew]? What a beautiful yet pitiful name."
Hua Wuyan: "Second brother, you were probably born in the wrong place."
He once asked his father if his superpower was strong, and his father said:
"The flowers of the Hua family don't need rain and dew, but they need blood and gore. Unfortunately, you are useless; you were born to be eliminated."
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