The stage Blazing Stage.
Under the cool light, a young man in white sat before a white grand piano, a faint smile on his face.
As the guitar accompaniment began, the boy's pale fingertips glided across the keys, producing a beautiful melody.
Barefoot chasing the sunset by the railway
Glass Bead Tin Box Hero Card
Playing hide-and-seek with rubber bands under the stone bridge
Grandma is sewing shoes again, sitting in the courtyard..."
The gentle, youthful voice sang softly, immediately drawing the audience into the scene he depicted.
Each stroke, each line, depicts time and traces the years.
Those images buried deep in my memory, little by little, unfolded before my eyes.
We grow up day by day
The old sycamore tree sprouts after four seasons
There are treasures and towers in the sand dunes
A long bench forms a home...
Wen Jiu slowly closed her eyes, and the childish call from her youth traveled through more than a decade, coming from a distant other world.
"Mom, the wind is so strong in the alley! It feels so nice! Mom, come and feel the breeze too!"
"Mom's not hot. After Mom finishes washing the clothes, we'll go buy popsicles together."
"Yay! We get popsicles!"
"Mom, what kind of watch should I wear today?"
"Hmm... Mommy will accept anything that my darling gives me."
"No, you have to choose one."
"Then let's draw it bigger; it won't wash off as easily."
Okay~
The little boy nestled in his mother's arms, carefully tracing characters with a blue ballpoint pen. The incandescent light shone on the mother and son, casting a soft shadow on the wall covered with musical notes and graffiti.
We grow up day by day
In my memory, the rain never stops.
Summer vacation ended amidst the chirping of cicadas.
It's time for another haircut for the new school year...
"Mom, are we leaving now?"
The woman patted the little one's head. "Let's go, Mommy will bring you back another time, okay?"
"Okay, Mom."
The young boy held the woman's hand and walked away step by step from the place where he had lived since childhood. The old alleyway in his memory gradually became blurred, the watch on his mother's wrist had long since disappeared, and the old-fashioned popsicles he used to look forward to were no longer a novelty.
Wen Jiu stood up, holding the microphone in both hands, and walked down the steps, just like the little boy he once was, growing up little by little and drifting away little by little.
Until the people and things of the past can no longer be found.
"La li a~ la li a~la li a la a la a..."
A gentle, wordless chant, accompanied by soothing and tender music, firmly grasps the listener's heart, tosses it up, and lingers there for a long time.
Countless people had tears in their eyes after hearing this.
Wen Jiu blinked gently, his slightly red peach blossom eyes becoming moist. The cool, soft light shone on Wen Jiu, reflecting in his clear, lake-like eyes, and mirroring the bright moon in the sky.
This half-minute chant is like a gentle evening breeze rippling across the lake, creating shimmering waves in the moonlight.
youthful, innocent cheeks
They thought they were so great.
I wrote a poem but dared not hand it to her...
As the last note faded, tears silently streamed down her cheeks.
The young man bowed in farewell, and applause erupted from the audience.
The host was about to hand him a tissue when the boy turned his back, very consciously took out a tissue he had prepared beforehand, and then—
She skillfully stood still and wiped her face.
"Waaaaah, I knew I'd cry while singing!" Wen Jiu pouted, her shoulders shaking with sobs. "I miss my mom, waaaah..."
"..."
The host's tears froze on her face, unsure whether to wipe them away or let them fall.
I wanted to laugh, but Wen Xiaojiu crying so sadly; I wanted to cry, but I couldn't quite manage to.
I really want to hug him, but I'm afraid if I really go over there, I won't be able to resist rubbing his head (I'm not kidding, the kind of rubbing that could make my wife cry).
[You're so mean! Your wife's crying her eyes out and you still want to bully her! Waaaaah, you're so mean, I don't want to play with you anymore, I want to pet her all by myself!]
At the scene, the loud-voiced male fan from before started wailing, "Wife, don't cry! We'll always be with you--"
[Tsk tsk, male fans are really something else! Look at him, how sincere his eyes are, how hard he's shouting!]
As soon as that comment appeared, a female voice immediately shouted from the audience, "Wife, don't cry! I love you--and don't think only you guys have loud voices! When I was voting for my son back then, you were probably nowhere to be found!"
The male fan cried and yelled back, his voice hoarse from sobbing. "I was in school back then! I did more practice tests than you counted money! Where the hell would I have gotten a phone and money?!"
"What the hell does that have to do with me?"
"Waaaaah..." The male fan, unable to win the argument, started crying and calling for his wife, "My wife is bullying me!"
"Honey, ignore him, he's such a sissy! Honey, look at our female fans--"
[Hmm, hmm (This is too serious to include a picture)]
[The sisters' whistle was awesome; it instantly carried throughout the entire venue.]
[Haha, is your wife no longer crying? He's shrugging his legs, he's shrugging his legs! Is your wife trying to run away?!]
Yes.
Wen Jiu was completely speechless with embarrassment.
Wen Jiu's stunning cover of " Childhood "#
#A Blazing Stage Wen Jiu's Sound of Nature #
#Wen Jiu's male and female fans got into an argument at the scene#
#Wen Jiu's fans openly compete for her affections#
Wang Xu, who wasn't much older than Wen Jiu, picked up the microphone and unconsciously softened his tone. "Little friend, have you recovered?"
"..." Wen Jiu slowly turned around and bowed to the mentors' seats and the audience seats.
Grandpa Ying Songnian smiled kindly, " Xiao Wen Jiu, do you miss your mother?"
Wen Jiu pouted and nodded with teary eyes.
"Grandpa misses home too." Ying Songnian smiled, his wrinkled face full of memories.
"When Grandpa was a child, just like you sang, there were many different kinds of things to do. Although we grew up in different eras, we had a wonderful childhood just like you."
"The moment you spoke, Childhood memories flooded back—Grandpa, thank you."
"I'll say it again," Ying Songnian said with a smile as he cast his vote, "You were born to sing on stage."
Wen Jiu bowed deeply.
"The greatest truths are the simplest, and the simplest things are often the purest, just like your performance on stage today." Hu Yanping cast his vote directly, "I've once again changed my perception of you, young man, keep it up!"
Wen Jiu: "Thank you, teacher. I will."
Wang Xu had already cast his vote, so he said a few more words, focusing on commenting on Wen Jiu's singing skills.
"This stage performance truly showcases the charm of your voice, allowing us to focus on your singing. Your timbre is incredibly captivating, and your breath control and enunciation are outstanding."
"I have no doubt that even if you just sat there quietly singing, you would have a large audience."
Wen Jiu was the last to perform today, and after the votes were tallied, the overall rankings were also determined.
Wen Jiu first; Guan Qingqing second; Qu Guanghuai third; Xu Ran fourth.
The top three have successfully advanced and are preparing for the fourth performance.
After the interview, Wen Jiu came out from backstage and took the phone from Qu Feng, immediately checking for any new messages.
" Brother Qu, I still feel something's strange." Wen Jiu paused, following Qu Feng outside. " Feng Chi's timing is always impeccable; he must be hiding something from me."
"Don't overthink it." Qu Feng, who knew the situation, patted him on the shoulder to comfort him. "I'll take you home first."
Wen Jiu nodded sullenly, a bitter feeling rising in her heart.
She kept it from him.
Qu Feng sighed, and was about to shove the person into the car when he suddenly stopped in his tracks.
In the right corner, the Aston Martin's headlights suddenly flashed.
Qu Feng immediately realized what was happening, patted Wen Xiaojiu who had already climbed into the car, and pulled her out with one hand.
Wen Jiu:?
"Your husband is here." Qu Feng slightly raised his chin. "Don't look so forlorn like a stray cat. Cheer up, go on."
Wen Jiu looked in bewilderment, following her manager's gaze. The driver's side window rolled down, revealing a handsome and sharp face.
Xu Mingzhuo rested one hand on the steering wheel, gesturing with his eyes that someone was in the back seat. Wen Jiu's stunned expression, he waved to him again.
Wen Jiu realized what was happening and immediately abandoned Qu Feng, running towards that direction.
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The song is from the song " Childhood," it's very nice, kids who are interested can give it a listen.
Sorry, my babies, my fever hasn't gone down yet (yes, it's been going on and off since New Year's Eve, sob sob sob). I feel like I'm going crazy from the fever. I have to go to a big hospital for a checkup today. Wait for me, my babies (bursts into tears)
I will definitely come back!!!