Chapter 1151 The Little Yellow Flower of the Story, which has been floating in the front row since the year of his birth, is a man in his early thirties wearing glasses, named Chen Mo.
He works as an engineer at a technology company, leading a busy but structured life, and has been a longtime fan of Jay Chou.
Because I have little exposure to mainland Chinese music, I don't know much about Wang Yueheng's works.
Before the concert started, Wang Yueheng's arrival was quite unexpected.
Upon hearing this prelude, he paused slightly, his eyes becoming somewhat dazed, as if he had been pulled back to a distant afternoon.
The piano music continued, and Wang Yueheng raised his head, looking towards the audience seats that seemed to stretch endlessly into the distance.
Then, facing the microphone, she began to sing in a gentle voice, as if telling a story:
"The little yellow flower of the story has been drifting since the year I was born..."
The moment the song began, Chen Mo felt as if his heart had been gently tugged.
The noise around him seemed to disappear instantly.
"The swings of my childhood, they've stayed with me until now..."
On stage, Wang Yueheng's singing was both passionate and natural.
There are no flashy techniques, only sincere storytelling.
The stage lights gently enveloped him, and a close-up of his youthful and handsome appearance was displayed on the big screen.
"Playing the prelude while gazing at the sky"
"I remember the petals trying to fall..."
As the lyrics unfold, a clear and beautiful picture of youth comes to mind for everyone.
It's about first love, about regrets, about the school days that can never be returned to.
The day I skipped class for you
The day the flowers fell.
"That classroom"
"Why can't I see it..."
Chen Mo's breathing became slightly rapid.
His hands instinctively tightened around his knees.
He remembered the girl from high school who had a ponytail and always looked out the window during breaks.
He remembered that rainy day when he mustered the greatest courage of his life, skipped the last self-study period, and waited for her under the tree full of small yellow flowers behind the teaching building.
I wanted to give her my umbrella, and I also wanted to give her the letter I had been writing for a long time.
But the rain got heavier and heavier, and she still didn't appear.
He later learned that she had taken a different route early that day because her family was coming to pick her up.
"I wish I could relive those rainy days that have disappeared..."
The faint sense of melancholy and longing in Wang Yueheng's voice was so genuine.
Chen Mo felt his eyes getting hot.
That rainy day, that umbrella that was never given away, that letter whose handwriting was blurred by the rain...
It turns out that all these years, I've never truly forgotten.
"I never thought I'd still have the courage I'd lost."
I really want to ask again.
"Will you wait or leave...?"
As the chorus arrives, the melody becomes more passionate, and emotions burst forth.
Wang Yueheng's singing was also full of power; it was no longer just a simple remembrance, but also a questioning and release of the past.
I tried holding your hand on a windy day.
But then the rain got so heavy that I couldn't see you anymore...
In the audience, countless people listened quietly.
Many young faces showed expressions of empathy.
Perhaps they are going through something, or perhaps they have just said goodbye.
For many others like Chen Mo, who have entered the workforce and whose youth is fading, the song precisely struck the softest corner of their hearts.
A young girl sitting diagonally in front of Chen Mo, Zhang Xiaowen, Su Nianwei's friend, already had red eyes.
She had just experienced a one-sided unrequited love, and every line in the lyrics seemed to be telling her story.
How much longer until I can be by your side?
"I might feel better when the sun comes out..."
She hummed along softly, as if praying for an answer.
Over at the veterans' association, a tough guy named Li Guoqiang's eyes softened as he listened to the song.
He remembered the girl who cried and said she would wait for him before he enlisted.
Despite carrying letters by wild geese for several years, they ultimately succumbed to time and distance.
He blinked hard, suppressing certain emotions.
"It's so rare to have one more day to love."
"But in the end, it seems you still said goodbye..."
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