Chapter 1097 An Unforgettable Night at the Mushroom House: New Guest Comedy Guru "Looks Up at the Starry Sky"
The one that accompanied me back then
Do you still remember the stories here?
If there is a tomorrow
Bless you, my dear~
The song ended.
The last note on the guitar slowly faded away in the night breeze.
The entire Mushroom House courtyard fell into silence.
Only the occasional chirping of insects could be heard.
Zhao Ying and Mo Zixue's tears had already completely overflowed during Wang Yueheng's singing.
Huang Lei remained silent, gazing up at the starry sky and blinking hard.
It was as if something had suddenly blinded me.
He Jiong looked at Wang Yueheng with a deeply moved expression, seemingly still immersed in memories of the past.
Liu Huaxian, who asked the first question, had his mouth agape for a long time.
It felt as if I had just experienced a tremendous emotional impact from a song.
As a professional singer, even if one's language skills are not up to par.
He could also understand the emotional power contained in the song.
Staff members around him were holding cameras or work logs.
Regardless of gender, they gazed at Wang Yueheng, who sat in the center of the courtyard holding a guitar, from afar.
I felt the same way as the guests sitting on the stage.
In the live stream, the moonlight gently shone on everyone.
It seemed to be a silent, gentle caress to these souls whose hearts had been touched by the song.
"I was moved, I was truly moved this time!"
"I was sitting in the office working overtime and eating instant noodles when a song brought tears to my eyes!"
"Old boy, this is old boy! I think I understand now..."
"That's our lost youth and our damned dreams!"
"I'm working overtime, and listening to this made my nose run!"
"Even Teacher He was wiping away tears, this song is so powerful!"
"Dahua seemed stunned, but I think he understood!"
"This is music! It strikes right at the soul!"...
Even though it was already late at night.
The number of viewers in the live stream did not drop.
On the contrary, the song "Old Boy" resonated deeply with audiences and generated positive word-of-mouth.
It has remained firmly stable at a high level of over five million.
It might even climb back up!
Wang Yueheng put down his guitar and let out a soft breath.
Just now, he gave the most perfect, profound, and tear-jerking answer about "Old Boys" through music.
The poignant aftertaste of "Old Boys" lingers in every corner of the Mushroom House.
Tonight, no one speaks, for a song tells the story of half a lifetime.
"Clap clap clap~"
"Yue Heng's singing is so powerful, if we keep listening, we'll all be crying into our pillows until dawn tonight."
In the end, it was the experienced Teacher He who was the first to recover from this collective sadness.
He took a deep breath, and his warm, slightly tired smile returned to his face. He then led the applause.
"I think I understand now, thank you, Professor Zhang Heng!"
"This experience has been invaluable to me; I've learned a lot from you!"
Having finally pulled himself out of the song, Liu Huaxian spoke sincerely to Wang Yueheng.
This song taught him a real lesson in songwriting.
"Alright, it's getting late. We have new guests to welcome tomorrow, so let's all go back to our rooms and rest."
"Especially for the few 'patients,' they need a good night's sleep to replenish their energy."
Teacher He then spoke in his usual humorous tone, which helped to lighten the mood.
After his reminder...
Everyone then realized that it was indeed late at night.
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