"Wait, it looks like he's going to sing again?"
"Are you still listening?"
Xu Chenfeng, who was about to hang up the video call with his comrade, froze in place after hearing Wang Yueheng's words.
He hurriedly asked Zhang Hongtao and the others who were still sobbing.
Meanwhile, the comrade who was extremely saddened by a song had just recovered to normal with the help and comfort of those around him.
Somewhat embarrassed, Zhang Hongtao attributed his recent outburst to "the alcohol being too strong."
"Hongtao, maybe we should just forget about it and listen to it when we have another chance."
Fearing that this colleague might faint from excessive grief over another sad song by Wang Yueheng, someone nearby spoke up to comfort him.
"Listen...you must listen to the whole thing..."
"I'm fine, I'm really fine."
Zhang Hongtao, his eyes still red-rimmed, waved his hand and forced a smile as he spoke.
Just that one song was enough to make this veteran a heartfelt fan of Wang Yueheng.
How could I possibly give up the opportunity to watch the other person perform next?
"Wang Yueheng just said that the second song won't be as sad..."
"Why don't you give it a try?"
Xu Chenfeng, who was also reluctant to leave the scene, tried to explain to the crowd on the other end of the phone.
Ultimately, at Zhang Hongtao's insistence, his colleagues who were having dinner together had no choice but to continue watching the live performance on the other end of the video with him.
To get a better view, Xu Chenfeng found a higher vantage point.
He stood directly on the roof of his delivery truck and pointed his phone at Wang Yueheng in the distance, towards the playground.
Behind him at this moment are brightly lit teaching or office buildings.
Every window in the room facing the playground was opened.
Many people stood by the window, peering out towards the playground.
Some even picked up their phones and started live streaming on Douyin (TikTok).
"Ahhh~~ Go Wang Yueheng!"
"we love you!"
"Civil Engineering Class 3, Dorm 601, checking in here~"
At this moment, amidst the lively cheers of the students and the flashing lights of the cameras, the scene was filled with excitement.
Wang Yueheng, holding his guitar, sat back down on the stool.
There's a saying I really like: People who smile a lot are always lucky.
"This song is called 'Little Dimples.' I wish everyone can have a happy day and show off their happy little dimples!"
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Wang Yueheng finished speaking and lowered his head to pluck the strings of his instrument once more.
The crisp, melodious sound of the strings immediately spread throughout the entire playground via the microphone in front of them.
A gentle breeze blew through the night, caressing everyone's excited faces.
The sudden burst of cheerful accompaniment contrasted sharply with the somber and melancholic "West Sea Love Song" from just moments before.
Hearing the guitar music start up again, the previously noisy crowd fell silent instantly.
Everyone either gazed silently in Wang Yueheng's direction or raised their flashlights, waving them in the night wind to the sound of the strings.
Mo Zixue, standing in the front row with her best friend Kuang Tingting, was also holding up her phone, recording Wang Yueheng's live performance with great anticipation.
Although I don't know what song the other person will sing next.
But a glance from Wang Yueheng made her realize something immediately.
This song will most likely be related to myself...
"I have a feeling that everyone here is going to get a mouthful of dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection) tonight..."
As Wang Yueheng introduced his new song, Zhang Qin noticed Mo Zixue standing in the front row and guessed what he was doing.
The song title "Little Dimples" is already seven-tenths sweet just from the title alone.
At the same time, I couldn't help but secretly sigh with envy for this girl who could openly and legitimately be by that singer's side every day...
If I had a boyfriend as talented and virtuous as Wang Yueheng, I wouldn't need an alarm clock every morning; I could wake up smiling from my dreams.
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