Chapter 39: In Spring

Lu Chen had never thought about it.

One day, he would be able to stand in such a place and sing for such a large audience.

The bright beam of the spotlight hit him, and Lu Chen's heart was surprisingly calm.

What was not calm were the 150,000+ online fans in Lu Fei's live broadcast room on [Whale TV]!

"Lu Fei is on stage!"

"I saw it!"

"I'm so excited! So excited! So excited! So excited! So excited!"

"Come on, host, we support you, and we will always support you!"

"The host is awesome."

As the host, Li Feiyu didn't even look at the screen.

He curled up, staring at the direction of the stage, his eyes wide open, and his right hand clenched into a fist to press his mouth tightly, as if something was about to burst out, and only in this way could it be suppressed.

Nervous, extremely nervous, as if it was himself standing there at this moment!

3.5 meters above where Li Feiyu was, in the VIP area on the top floor, those insiders were still talking about the performance that the Fit Band had just finished.

They all expressed their appreciation and recognition for Cheng Xiaodong's singing, and the evaluation was the highest among all the singers of the bands that had performed so far.

Su Qingmei didn't care. She took Dong Yu's hand and said, "That boy is on stage, you wait and see the show!"

There was a smile on the corner of her mouth, and it was very charming, like a fox aiming at a chick.

Dong Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Do you really want to? Even if he doesn't sing well, what can you get? Get some relief?"

"Sister Yu, am I that superficial?"

Su Qingmei said proudly: "I hit him so that he can clearly recognize his identity, and then I will sign him and train him well, because only those who have experienced setbacks know how to cherish!"

Dong Yu was speechless.

Su Qingmei actually wanted to say that she had prepared more than just the appetizer of the appearance ranking for Lu Chen.

The real feast is yet to come!

The performance site quickly became quiet. The enthusiasm originally set off by the Fit Band and Cheng Xiaodong quickly subsided. More than 2,000 audiences looked at Lu Chen, who came on stage with a guitar, and were either surprised or curious, or confused or puzzled.

The performers who appeared before Lu Chen were all in groups, either a complete band or a singer with a band accompaniment. No one came to the stage with an ordinary wooden guitar like him.

Is Lu Chen going to sing a love song or a folk song?

Will such a soft and powerless song match the atmosphere of the scene?

How much courage does it take for him to dare to stand in front of everyone?

Many audiences felt that their emotions were destroyed and were a little dissatisfied. There was even booing in the crowd.

Although most of the audience were well-mannered, at least they would not make a noise before Lu Chen sang, the boos from only three or four people sounded particularly harsh.

Invisibly, it put tremendous pressure on the people standing on the stage!

Lu Chen ignored the boos and said to the microphone: "Good evening, everyone. I am Lu Chen from Forget-Me-Not. I am bringing you my original work. This song is the first time I sing it in public."

"Its name is, Spring!"

Original work? First time singing? Spring?

The audience at the scene were a little confused, feeling that the amount of information was a bit too much.

Lu Chen did not explain any more and played the prelude cleanly.

At the moment when the steel string was plucked, his eyes looked into the void in front of him, and there seemed to be flames jumping in his dark eyes.

Countless memories emerged in Lu Chen's mind, those were memories of Xu Bo.

The flame in the eyes turned into endless vicissitudes, and the deep singing voice with a little hoarseness burst out!

"Remember the spring many years ago,

I hadn't cut my long hair at that time,

I didn't have a credit card and she,

There was no home with 24-hour hot water.

But I was so happy at that time,

Although I only had a broken wooden guitar,

On the street, under the bridge, in the field,

Singing the ballad that no one cares about!

..."

The melody at the beginning was very soothing, telling people the story of the past, with a little bit of vicissitudes and nostalgia, and missing the time that will never be forgotten. However, when everyone thought it was a nostalgic folk song, the rhythm of the song suddenly accelerated, and the piano sounded sonorous!

"If one day, I am old and helpless,

Please leave me in that time!

If one day, I leave quietly.

Please bury me in this spring!"

…"

Suddenly, the heart-wrenching roar, the strong emotion, is like the rapid artillery fire on the battlefield, bombarding everyone's heart with lightning speed, making them shudder to the point of numbness!

It really touched the soul!

But at this time, the song returned to the previous melody and rhythm again.

"Remember those lonely springs,

I didn't have a beard at that time,

No Valentine's Day and no gifts,

No my lovely little princess,

But I don't think everything is so bad,

Although I only have fantasies about love,

In the morning, at night, in the wind,

Singing the ballad that no one cares about!

..."

The people who were caught off guard finally came to their senses and became excited.

Everyone present heard this song for the first time. It is difficult for a new song to resonate with the audience. Many good songs need to be listened to repeatedly to get their true taste.

But this song "Spring" is not like this. Neither its melody nor its lyrics are complicated. There is nothing obscure about it. The passionate, vicissitudes, and nostalgic feelings it contains are so sincere and moving that people can't resist it at all!

Everyone understood it, and was irresistibly moved.

People were moved not because of the sadness contained in the lyrics, but because of the loss of the soul, the entanglement of emotions, the hesitation of getting and then losing, and the frustration of the past era that was unable to be restored.

Listen:

"Maybe one day, I will be old and have no one to rely on.

Please leave me in that time!

If one day, I leave quietly, please bury me in this spring, in the spring~"

The whole scene was completely quiet, with only the guitar accompaniment and Lu Chen's singing echoing. The harsh boos had long disappeared, which made people feel ridiculous and pitiful.

The biggest impact of this song was not on the more than 2,000 audiences, but on the singers who performed on the same stage with Lu Chen. They came from all over the world, and many of them came to Beijing to pursue their musical ideals.

They longed to become famous, to be appreciated, and to be the focus of everyone's attention. However, reality is always so cruel.

Cool, when ideals are replaced by the need to survive, youth is gone and nothing is gained, they gradually become numb, no longer stick to their beliefs, forget their original intentions, and get used to it.

Until now, when they heard Lu Chen's song "Spring", the scars hidden deep in their hearts were torn open layer by layer, and they felt unspeakable pain.

How could such a song be sung by Lu Chen! !

He is so young, he is just a newcomer, he

At the door of the backstage, Qin Hanyang and Na Jie stood side by side, the former's face flushed, his body trembling slightly, and the latter's eyes were filled with Crystal tears, biting his lips hard with his teeth.

Inside, all the members of the Compass Band were silent, and Gan Lang sat there as if he was petrified.

He felt very pathetic.

Cheng Xiaodong stopped in the employee passage, looking extremely ugly.

On the ground floor of the Blue Lotus Bar, all the singers and band members, whether they had already performed or were waiting to perform, spontaneously rushed to the large French windows and looked at the stage through the glass, like a pilgrimage!

Because they knew that they were witnessing the birth of a classic!

No one spoke in the VIP area on the middle and upper floors.

At this moment There is no need to say anything more at this moment, just listen to the song.

"If one day, I leave quietly, please bury me in this spring, in the spring~"

"Gazing at the blooming spring at this moment, it is still as warm as it was then"

The song fades away, but the emotion remains, as if spring has never left.

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Note: Lyrics/music of "Spring": Wang Feng.

PS: I am used to writing with foreshadowing first and then climax. If you feel it is not refreshing enough, I will try to be concise.

(End of this chapter)