During the interlude, the band added gentle strings and shaker rhythms.
Like a heartbeat, like raindrops.
Wang Yueheng's piano melody still dominates the performance.
On the large screen, some beautiful, film-like images began to appear:
Falling yellow leaves, an empty classroom, dripping eaves, handwritten letters, the receding figures of a boy and a girl...
These images, though lacking a specific plot, perfectly complement the song, evoking the unique story within each person's heart.
When the second verse and chorus begin again.
Many viewers were already humming along to the melody, especially the recurring and deeply moving chorus.
Wang Yueheng stood up from behind the piano and walked to the front of the stage.
He is no longer just a singer; he is more like a guide leading everyone to reminisce about their youth.
He pointed to the audience and aimed the microphone at them.
How much longer until I can be by your side?
"I might feel better when the sun comes out..."
Below the stage, countless voices joined in the singing!
It started as a few scattered things, but quickly gathered into a large area!
His voice contained a mix of naivety, experience, regret, and acceptance.
This is no longer a one-way output between idols and fans, but a collective resonance and catharsis about youth and regrets.
Chen Mo also opened his mouth and softly sang along.
When he sang the line "But the rain just kept getting heavier until I couldn't see you anymore," his voice choked up a little.
But suddenly he felt that the stone that had been pressing on his chest for so many years, about that rainy day and that girl, seemed to loosen a little with the sound of the song.
Su Nianwei wiped away her tears, looking at the radiant figure on the stage, her heart filled with gratitude.
It was his songs that made her and her friends' grievances heard.
It was his song that comforted so many people at that moment.
Even Chen Zhikai, who had previously harbored resentment, listened in silence.
The melody and the lyrics are so beautiful and so real that any prejudice seems pale and powerless.
He had to admit that Wang Yueheng, who could write such moving works, truly possessed extraordinary talent.
As the song draws to a close, the melody gradually slows down.
Wang Yueheng's voice also softened, like a sigh, yet carrying a calm warmth:
I tried holding your hand on a windy day.
But then the rain grew so heavy that I could no longer see you.
How much longer until I can be by your side?
"I might feel better when the weather clears up."
As the last line of lyrics was sung, the piano played its final, clear, and melodious note.
The lingering sound echoed.
The entire room fell silent.
It's as if everyone is still immersed in that youthful rain.
Waiting for that "sunny day" that may never come.
A few seconds later—
"Slap slap slap!!!"
It's unclear who started it, but sporadic applause broke out.
Then it spread rapidly, eventually turning into thunderous applause that was even deeper and longer than the one at the end of "The Lone Warrior"!
There were no frantic screams, no roars, only thunderous applause.
And many reddened eyes and silent tears.
This applause is a tribute to a superb work and a thank you for the singer's sincere performance.
It is also a tribute to that youthful period that can never be returned to, yet remains forever vivid.
Wang Yueheng stood in the center of the stage, slightly out of breath, and bowed deeply to all directions.
The lights came back on, becoming warm and bright, just like the song title – "Sunny Day".
At that moment, backstage, Jay Chou leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, listening to the entire song "Sunny Day".
His face no longer held the scrutiny of a senior, but rather the amazement and admiration of a peer.
There was even a hint of barely perceptible envy and confusion.
At the front of the stage, Chen Mo wiped his eyes, took out his phone, and opened a contact list that he hadn't opened in years.
Looking at that familiar yet unfamiliar name, I hesitated for a long time before finally deciding not to dial.
But he opened the text message and typed three words: "How are you?"
My finger hovered over the send button for a moment, and finally, I pressed it.
He looked at the "Sent successfully" message on the screen.
Suddenly, I felt that the sky in my heart, which had been gloomy for so long, seemed to have finally let in a ray of sunshine.
The power of music is unparalleled.
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