Chapter 134: Chapter 134: I Told You His Show Would Be Spectacular Chapter 134: Chapter 134: I Told You His Show Would Be Spectacular Du Xingguo looked back at her and smiled, “It’s nothing, I just rembered your great-grandfather, he used to be just like the song, holding my hand, trying to take to tomorrow.”
But though he said it was nothing, Lin Qingyue, who seldom saw him in this posture, was really worried and involuntarily placed her hand on his.
Du Xingguo did not say anything more, just held her hand in return.
His gaze returned to the stage, watching the singer, his emotions imrsed in the song, deep within the mories.
The other audience mbers did not have Du Xingguo’s personal mories, but they were still engulfed in the imagery created by the lyrics, lost in the emotion of the song.
“You are, the long river of ti.”
“The sky set afla by stars.”
“I am the one who looks up, turning you into a song.”
“You are, the reason I ca.”
“And the ho where my heart resides.”
Lin Qingyue’s father, Lin Xueming, was also silently listening to the song.
This was his first ti hearing Wu Mu sing live, and he couldn’t help but feel that it exceeded his expectations.
He never would have thought that a singer could rely use their voice to create such vivid imagery and evoke such deep emotions.
It is not unusual for a song to envelop soone, as many have experienced this.
But this type of imrsion is mostly about dwelling in one’s own emotions; at such tis, it’s less about listening to the song and more about listening to oneself.
Yet on stage, Wu Mu plunged the audience into his feelings, his crafted scenes.
Lin Xueming was feeling the emotions the singer on stage conveyed—warm, gentle.
He inexplicably thought of what his daughter had said before, “He is indeed likable.”
If the singer on stage was expressing his genuine feelings, he had to admit, his daughter had a point.
People who aren’t too negative are indeed more likable.
“And I shall, dream the reunions you dream of.”
“Wish the eternities you wish for.”
“Walk the long paths you tread.”
“Such is my love for you.”
“And I, too, will see the worlds you haven’t seen.”
“Write the poems you haven’t penned.”
The emotions accumulated in the song and the scenes it crafted exploded in the end.
Hearing these responses to the ancestors, embodying the contributions of those beloved, their fervor, so sentintal audience mbers couldn’t hold back anymore.
For instance, Lu Yao, who was waiting in the backstage corridor, her eyes beca blurred.
“Hey, no crying! If you cry, your makeup will be ruined!” ng Yuxi quickly reminded her upon noticing her state.
“Ah, oh right.” Lu Yao seed to snap back to reality and hurriedly sniffed and lifted her head, trying hard to control the tears in her eyes.
But after struggling to control them for a few seconds…
“Woo woo woo, I just can’t hold it in!”
Fortunately, a staff mber nearby noticed sothing was amiss and quickly ca over with tissues.
Idiot!
Watching Lu Yao vigorously wiping her tears, ng Yuxi couldn’t help but mutter in her heart.
But she also had to admit, the Wu Mu on stage was really a bit terrifying—listening to his songs was like watching a movie, as if one could truly see the images, coupled with the emotions in his voice, who could withstand that?
“The moon at the horizon, the thoughts in my heart.”
“You are forever by my side.”
“Agreed to et you, a life so clear.”
“As your young face.”
Wu Mu slowly put down the microphone.
The audience below was still imrsed in their feelings, and when they saw Wu Mu about to leave the stage according to the schedule, they finally reacted and burst into applause for Wu Mu.
That felt good!
The discomfort had been vented in one breath!
At last, they weren’t stuck in limbo anymore; their emotions followed the song to a full resolution.
Watching Wu Mu, who had already disappeared from the stage, so audience mbers couldn’t help but whisper to each other.
Who is this person?
Such a young singer with strong abilities?
How co they had never heard of him before?
For the older audience mbers, the nas of these young popular idols were completely unknown.
Their knowledge of celebrities was still those from the superstar era of a decade or two ago.
Du Xingguo was also continuously praising, “That song was sung so well.”
People always liked the things they encountered in their youth, and Du Xingguo was no exception.
For soone like him, whose life was nearly at its end, the songs and TV shows of the younger generation rarely touched him anymore.
But the song that Wu Mu had just sung had not just touched him, but truly shaken him.
He could never have expected to hear a song in this show that would remind him of his father, who had passed away so many years ago, and bring back mories of his childhood.
Lin Qingyue watched her grandfather recover and felt relieved, smiling, “I told you his performance would be spectacular.”
It wasn’t just Du Xingguo, even Hu Qing couldn’t help but nod in agreent.
In terms of sensory experience, Wu Mu’s segnt just now was definitely the best part of the evening so far.
That song alone, not only perford brilliantly but also perfectly matched the the of the evening event.
The program team did a good job inviting this guest.
Hu Qing gave Xiong Guanglin an approving glance.
Regardless of the excitent in front, Wu Mu, having finished singing, had completely relaxed.
After this, he had nothing else to do in the program and just needed to wait for the event to end to leave.
With nothing to do, he didn’t bother to keep up any pretenses and reverted to his usual deanor, comfortably lounging in the dressing room, playing with his mobile phone.
And when Wu Mu finished singing the second song, the evening program broadcast, which was delayed by half an hour, had already been airing for a while.
…
In Zhang Li’s small apartnt, Han Yan was boredly watching the Beijing Six-Seven Evening Event on her computer screen.
Knowing that Wu Mu would be performing, they, of course, were punctually waiting in front of the screen today.
But to be honest, the first few acts of the Beijing Six-Seven Evening Event were quite diocre and didn’t catch their interest.
Her friend Zhang Li even went ahead to take a shower, asking her to call her when Wu Mu’s segnt was about to start.
Han Yan wasn’t interested in watching sothing that didn’t interest her much either, and after a few more glances and seeing no surprises, she simply turned on the comnts, furiously typing and playing with the comnts.
Well, what she posted was…
“Artists with scandals don’t deserve to be on the Six-Seven Evening Event!”
“Boycott the scandalous artist Wu Mu!”
“Wu, get out of the entertainnt industry!”
Watching her comnts rge into the dense cluster of similar comnts, Han Yan felt quite elated.
Undoubtedly, those posting similar comnts were Xiao Yi’s fans and Wu Mu’s anti-fans.
The boycott from a few days ago hadn’t ended yet.
Even though Beijing TV Station had handled it coldly and didn’t respond to them, they had already started this fight, and they couldn’t just let it end unresolved.
So, today as the show was broadcasting, they all ran to the comnts and chat areas to gather.
The comnts were filled with insults directed at Wu Mu.
Han Yan joined in the commotion until she saw that there were only two more segnts until Wu Mu’s, then she quickly called Zhang Li.
“Lili, hurry up; Wu is about to go on!”
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