raknovel Chapter 126 Those Flowers
Chapter 126 Those Flowers
"Ah Fei is awesome! Rock and roll will never die!"
"Even though I can't understand what they're yelling, it's just so catchy, why is that!"
"Why did I picture my boyfriend coming out of the bathroom?"
This time, Li Xuan learned his lesson and chose a safe choice, "The Gift of Time," taking a sentimental approach.
He tried hard to control his facial expressions while singing, and even "just right" reddened his eyes during a certain chorus.
After the performance, he gave the camera his signature melancholic smile.
The live chat was immediately filled with question marks.
"Is Li Xuan's performance this round... no longer 'the outcome is already decided'?"
"Transforming into a romantic prince? A bit too late, bro."
"His acting has improved; he can cry easily now. I suggest he try acting in other fields."
"But why did he keep glancing at the teleprompter while singing?"
Qin Xiao was the last to appear.
When he walked onto the stage and sat down in front of the black grand piano, the entire studio fell silent.
"Time is like a silent river. Today, I bring you an original song—'River'." Qin Xiao's voice came through the microphone, calm and magnetic.
As the prelude begins, the minimalist piano notes, like clear water droplets, fall into the hearts of the listeners.
Qin Xiao's playing skills are impeccable. The melodies flowing from his fingertips on the keys are complex and beautiful, possessing both the rigorous structure of classical music and the smooth listening experience of pop music.
He didn't show off his skills, but instead used precise control and delicate touch to create a tranquil and profound artistic conception that evokes the flow of time.
In the chorus, the melody builds layer by layer, and the emotions gradually become fuller, like a silent river flowing through the years, carrying countless stories and memories.
When the performance ended, the audience stood up and applauded.
The backstage cameras captured the expressions of the other contestants—Lin Xiaoya and Bai Wei looked on with admiration, A Fei took off his headphones and nodded, and Li Xuan smiled somewhat reluctantly.
The live chat was flooded with comments.
"Qin Xiao's performance was phenomenal! His piano skills are absolutely amazing!"
"No wonder he's a top student from the music academy; his composition and arrangement skills are simply phenomenal!"
"I thought Wang Bo was in the bag, but now... it's uncertain."
"Don't rush upstairs, Wang Bo hasn't sung yet!"
"But Qin Xiao clearly performed exceptionally well this episode, putting even more pressure on Wang Bo."
As the program progressed, the ratings curve had been soaring, with real-time data showing a peak of 2.8%, approaching the 3% mark.
In the director's monitoring room, Zhao Zhong stared at the screen, his palms sweating: "It all depends on Wang Bo... Whether he can break 3% is up to him!"
After GG, the show moved on to its most anticipated segment – the showdown between Xia Lizhi and Wang Bo.
The host announced excitedly, "Next up is the most anticipated match of the night! Challenger Xia Lizhi, facing off against her personally chosen opponent—Wang Bo!"
"First up is Wang Bo..."
The lights dimmed, and a spotlight fell on the stage entrance.
Wang Bo, carrying his familiar wooden guitar and dressed in a simple white shirt and jeans, walked onto the stage.
Without any unnecessary words or elaborate introductions, he walked to the microphone and adjusted its height.
The entire studio was so quiet you could hear someone breathing.
The camera panned across the audience, where many people had already taken out tissues—the audience feedback from the first two shows had already spread, and the song was said to be "nuclear-level tear gas."
Wang Bo gently plucked the strings.
The prelude begins, simple to the extreme—a few clean chords, like a breeze on a summer afternoon, carrying the scent of sunshine and grass, soothing, gentle, and even somewhat bland.
Some viewers looked puzzled: Is that all? Compared to Qin Xiao's meticulously crafted "River," isn't it too "small"?
But they soon realized they were wrong.
Wang Bo spoke softly, his voice carrying a sense of wistful reminiscence and tenderness.
That laughter reminded me of my flowers.
It quietly blooms for me in every corner of my life.
I once thought I would stay by her side forever.
Today we have departed into the vast sea of people.
When the first verse came on, the venue was eerily quiet.
It contains no flowery language, no profound metaphors, but is the simplest form of narration.
Like old friends who haven't seen each other for many years, whispering those faded, distant memories by the fireplace on a certain night.
Wang Bo's singing was devoid of any flashy techniques; it was simply a straightforward storytelling.
His voice was warm with a slight huskiness, and his pronunciation was clear and natural, each word like a gentle touch on the heart.
The melody continued to flow, and vivid images quietly emerged in everyone's mind.
In front of the screen.
A middle-aged man in his forties suddenly remembered his brothers from his college days.
On graduation night, the six of them drank until dawn at a barbecue stand, promising to get together once a year. But ten years have passed, and they have never actually gathered together.
Last year, the third child passed away due to illness, and the WeChat group has never been lively since.
A white-collar woman in her early thirties had tears in her eyes.
She thought of her best friend from high school, with whom she had sworn to be sisters for life.
Later, one went north and the other south, and their contact progressed from daily to weekly, monthly, and finally to a blessing on every holiday.
The last time we chatted was half a year ago, when the other party sent me a photo of their child's full moon celebration.
A twenty-year-old girl secretly wiped the corner of her eye.
She thought of her junior high school deskmate, the shy boy who always lent her an eraser to help her take notes.
After the high school entrance exam, they went to different high schools and promised to keep in touch, but they eventually drifted apart.
Last year, they bumped into each other on the street. They stared at each other for three seconds but didn't recognize each other. After they passed each other, she suddenly turned around, only to see a stranger's back.
On the screen, Wang Bo's voice rose slightly, but remained restrained.
"Aren't they all old?"
Where are they?
That's it,
They went their separate ways.
There were no shouts, no weeping, only a faint sense of melancholy and a deep longing.
Those few simple questions were like a soft needle, gently piercing the softest part of everyone's heart.
The guitar sound was always clear, occasionally adding a harmonica-like overtone, which added a touch of timelessness.
Next, Wang Bo's voice became slightly choked up, but he controlled it very well, without being sentimental, which made it sound even more sincere.
"If some stories are left untold, then let them be."
Those feelings have become indistinguishable from the truth over the years.
Now this place is overgrown with weeds and devoid of flowers.
Fortunately, I once had you through spring, autumn, winter, and summer.
On the side of the stage, a beam of light suddenly shone on an empty chair.
It was as if someone had once sat there, but had now left.
This simple stage design became the final straw that broke the audience's spirits.
Sobbing began to rise and fall in the audience.
A man in his fifties took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes vigorously.
A young girl buried her head on her boyfriend's shoulder, her shoulders trembling. The boyfriend felt a little awkward, as if he were holding a girlfriend who was crying because she was thinking about her ex-boyfriend.