raknovel Chapter 70 The Aftermath of Social Anxiety and Being a Homebody
Chapter 70 The Aftermath of Social Anxiety and Being a Homebody
Chapter 70 The Aftermath of Social Anxiety and Being a Homebody (Burst Update Mode Activated 7)
When she sang this line, Liu Xiaoli's nose suddenly stung with tears.
This is a folk song from our family.
In an instant, all the little things from the past seven years flashed through her mind.
I remember when this child was first born, so small and weak, lying in swaddling clothes like a kitten.
I remember the first time he spoke, he mumbled "Mom" incoherently.
I remember how, in order to grow taller, he bit a towel and jumped into a scalding hot medicinal bath, trembling all over in pain, but never uttering a sound.
I remember how he always gave all the good things in the house to his sister first.
This child, who lost his mother at a young age, is so sensible and so heartbreaking.
He valued this family more than anything else.
"I am a blade of grass, embraced gently, and I think you must know that."
Tears could no longer be held back and streamed down Liu Xiaoli's cheeks.
she knows.
How could she not know?
She knew how sensitive the child was, and that he longed to be loved and for the warmth of a family.
This lyric was sung to her.
He knew she loved him, like embracing a blade of grass.
An Shaokang sat beside her, watching Liu Xiaoli silently shed tears, and felt as if something was blocking his heart.
His eyes also reddened.
He knew better than anyone how difficult Chen Lang's childhood had been.
Shen Jingfang entrusted her child to him.
But what has this nominal adoptive father ever done for this child?
How much companionship has he given him over the years?
At that moment, guilt, heartache, and a whole host of other emotions welled up inside me.
The interlude begins.
The electric guitar solo recorded by Wang Sen is clean, crisp, and full of passion.
This further heightened the emotional impact of the entire song.
"When I grow tall, I'll be someone you can rely on."
"I'll make you proud."
When Chen Lang sang this line.
Liu Xiaoli could no longer control herself; she covered her mouth and her shoulders began to twitch slightly.
This silly child.
This silly child is only eight years old.
He was already thinking about becoming the pillar of the family and making her proud of him.
She is already very proud.
From the moment she held him in her arms, he became her greatest pride in this life.
An Shaokang reached out and gently patted Liu Xiaoli's back.
The intern reporter carrying the camera keenly captured this scene.
He quietly shifted the camera from the stage to the audience.
It focused on the beautiful woman who was crying, and the refined man next to her with red-rimmed eyes.
He didn't know who they were, but the scene was full of stories.
I remember your smile, I remember your kindness.
"How could I forget?"
"When I was able to fly, I flew over the clouds."
"I must make you see this."
The song is coming to an end.
The final chorus brings the emotions to a climax.
"You are my sister, you are my darling, life is only perfect with you in it."
"You are my sister, you are my darling, cherish this feeling."
The last note fell.
The entire playground was silent.
Everyone was still immersed in the beautiful melody and sincere emotions.
Snapped.
I don't know who was the first to applaud.
Followed by.
Clap clap clap clap!
Thunderous applause swept across the entire playground like a tidal wave.
Chen Lang took Liu Yifei's hand and walked off the stage.
The moment I stepped onto the solid backstage floor, that tense and stiff feeling instantly dissipated.
His legs went weak and he almost lost his balance.
Liu Yifei helped him up.
"Langlang, what's wrong?"
Chen Lang shook his head and let out a long sigh.
He looked like he had just been pulled out of the water; the back of his white shirt was soaked with cold sweat.
Teacher Wang Hao excitedly came to greet him.
"Chen Lang, Liu Yifei, you guys are amazing!"
"This song is absolutely the best performance of the night!"
He excitedly patted Chen Lang on the shoulder, only to find that the child's face was somewhat pale.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Chen Lang nodded.
"Teacher Wang, I'm not feeling well and I'd like to go home first."
"Okay, okay, go back and rest."
Wang Hao readily agreed.
"You are the biggest contributors today. It's okay if you don't participate in the remaining instrumental solos."
Chen Lang thanked the teacher and quickly walked out of the auditorium with Liu Yifei in his hand.
The air outside was slightly cool.
He took a deep breath and felt as if he had come back to life.
On the way back, the family walked together.
Chen Lang remained silent, contrary to his usual behavior.
Liu Yifei held his hand tightly, and could feel the dampness in his palm.
She didn't ask any more questions, but simply walked quietly with him.
Liu Xiaoli followed behind, looking at her son's somewhat lonely figure, feeling worried.
"What's wrong with this child today?"
She wanted to go up and ask, but Yao Feng, who was beside her, pulled her back.
Don't ask.
Yao Feng's voice was very low.
"Let him have some peace and quiet."
Liu Xiaoli became anxious.
"What's wrong with him? I felt something was off about him on stage just now."
Yao Feng sighed.
"He might have stage fright."
Stage fright?
Liu Xiaoli was stunned.
She herself is a dancer, and has spent her whole life working on the stage, so of course she knows what it is.
It is a mental disorder in which, no matter how well one performs in daily life, various physical and psychological discomforts will occur when facing an audience on a real stage.
In mild cases, it can cause nervousness and forgetting one's lines; in severe cases, it can cause the whole body to stiffen or even faint.
"Impossible, right?"
Liu Xiaoli looked on in disbelief.
"Langlang was fine during rehearsals. He didn't have any problems during the big group sing-along and dance."
"Could it be that he was too nervous because it was his first time playing the lead role?"
Yao Feng shook his head and didn't say anything more.
Based on his understanding of Chen Lang, things were probably not that simple.
Rehearsals and choral performances are all group activities.
He blends into the crowd and won't become the sole focus.
But today is different.
That stage belonged only to him and Liu Yifei.
All eyes were on him.
This kind of pressure and group performance are two completely different concepts.
Chen Lang, who was walking ahead, was also pondering the situation he had just experienced.
The feeling of being stared at by thousands of eyes is like standing naked in the snow.
My mind went blank, and all my thoughts went blank.
My body felt frozen and wouldn't obey my commands.
Why is this happening?
Could it be because—in his previous life he stayed at home all year and was not used to being stared at by so many people?
In his previous life, his parents died when he was very young, and he was raised by his grandfather for several years.
Grandpa is getting old and can't walk properly, so we had to send him to live with relatives in the same village.
Having lived a life of dependence on others since childhood, he finally made it to university, only to be tricked into transferring his household registration elsewhere.
The family's house on the homestead was also coaxed by relatives into being transferred to my cousin as a wedding home.
He didn't argue or make a fuss; he just considered it an act of gratitude for being raised.
Later, I became a content creator on Bilibili, and I have a moderate number of followers.
However, he has never done a live stream, nor has he ever participated in any offline fan meet-ups.
He was used to speaking into a cold webcam, used to editing videos on his computer screen in his own little world.
He can spend days and nights meticulously examining the details of an audio file or adjusting the colors of a video.
But he was afraid of crowds, afraid of being the center of attention.
He thought that having been given a second chance at life and the warmth of family, these problems would no longer exist.
He has a healthy body and a maturity and ability far beyond his peers.
He thought he had been reborn.
But unexpectedly—
Even if you've mastered the skills, you still can't shake the habits that are ingrained in your bones.