Wang Yueheng had already naturally half-squatted down and pointed to the guitar in his arms:
"You could have played that chord like this, it would have been smoother."
As he spoke, he casually pressed several points on the neck of the instrument with his fingers, his movements practiced and skillful.
The boy then seemed to snap out of his daze, hurriedly handing over the guitar and stammering, "You...you are...Wang...Wang Yueheng?!"
His voice trembled with excitement.
"Shh—" Wang Yueheng put his index finger to his lips, making a shushing gesture, winked and smiled, "I was just passing by, saw you singing my song, and came to chime in for you, are you welcome?"
The boy nodded repeatedly, too excited to speak.
By this time, some sharp-eyed pedestrians had already noticed what was happening.
Especially after Wang Yueheng took off his mask, his highly recognizable face quickly caused a small commotion.
"That person... looks like Wang Yueheng?!"
"Really? At the night market?"
"Look, look!"
The crowd began to slowly gather, but seeing that Wang Yueheng was focused on communicating with the student, everyone consciously refrained from making a loud noise, and simply curiously gathered around, raising their phones.
Wang Yueheng tested the guitar's pitch, made some adjustments, and then smiled at the still-shocked boy:
"Come on, let's start over. You sing, and I'll accompany you with the instrumental and harmonies. Just relax and play music together like friends."
The boy took a deep breath and nodded vigorously under Wang Yueheng's encouraging gaze.
A clear and precise guitar intro flowed from Wang Yueheng's fingertips.
It was far more stable and melodious than the boy's performance.
Encouraged by Wang Yueheng's gaze, the boy mustered his courage and spoke again:
"In those fleeting years, how many times did we say goodbye, only to postpone it again..."
This time, although his voice was still trembling, it was noticeably much calmer.
What was even more surprising was that after Wang Yueheng sang the first line, he immediately added harmony with his highly recognizable warm voice and cleverly filled the gaps in the male singer's singing with guitar melody.
The two voices, one high and one low, one dominant and one subdued, surprisingly harmonized perfectly.
Wang Yueheng's participation was like a stabilizing force, instantly calming the entire performance and greatly boosting the boys' confidence.
"Unfortunately, who hasn't loved? It's not just a fleeting moment, but a eloquent discourse on the seven emotions..."
The boy's singing gradually became more relaxed, and he poured his emotions into it.
Wang Yueheng maintained a smile throughout, affirming him with his eyes and subtle nods.
Occasionally, a precise guitar solo or harmony is inserted between sections.
This elevated the somewhat fragmented performance to a completely new and captivating level.
More and more people gathered around, all touched by this unexpected and heartwarming scene.
The initial snickers had vanished, replaced by attentive listening and kind applause.
Many people recognized Wang Yueheng, but they all tacitly refrained from screaming or disturbing him, instead using their phones to record this rare moment.
Mo Zixue stood on the periphery of the crowd, watching Wang Yueheng patiently guiding unfamiliar students under the lights.
Looking at the pure love for music in his eyes and the sincere encouragement for the younger generation, a gentle smile involuntarily appeared on my lips.
This is the man she knew.
No matter how high you stand, there will always be a vulnerable corner in your heart, reserved for music itself and for those who need encouragement.
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