Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!
Chapter 367 - 274. Let’s sing this song together_2

Chapter 367: 274. Let’s sing this song together_2

Saying she had poor mobility, she enlisted Hong Kong’s most famous choreographer Sunny Wong to arrange the dance; if she was to dance, she would dance wildly...

[Live, listening to Yang Qianhua sing] was a wish Guan Yongyi made at her coming-of-age ceremony.

Unexpectedly, someone had fulfilled it so soon.

"So many of her songs, I feel like they are singing about me."

The girl with short hair touched her hair, squinted her eyes, and spoke softly.

"Every time she grew and changed, I felt like I experienced it with her."

"Everything about her reminds me not of a singer or a celebrity, but of myself."

"Just like ’Prayer of the Girl,’ I’ve been listening to it since high school, during the most brilliant times of girlhood."

"Back then I only knew about studying, I simply thought the melody was pleasant and the lyrics were somewhat understandable, but only later did I fully grasp them, and began to loop them endlessly. Do you know when that was?"

"I don’t know."

Lu Jincheng shook his head.

"It was when we walked together at school."

Guan Yongyi turned her head, her eyes sparkling under the colored lights.

"I guess... I had fallen for you even before those walks."

"Why didn’t you say anything?"

"Just liking someone isn’t enough; moreover, back then Si Si seemed a better match for you."

The girl with short hair propped her cheek with one hand, her voice deep.

"So, the only time I could walk side by side with you was on the school road."

"The lyrics became my true feelings—’to love him a few more miles.’"

"..."

Lu Jincheng suddenly didn’t know what to say.

He extended his arm and embraced Guan Yongyi.

Perhaps, as she said,

Yang Qianhua, from the start, was singing about the fragile and pure emotions of a young girl.

It was simple yet beautiful.

It allowed girls like Guan Yongyi, who found it hard to express their love, to feel a lot of resonance.

Suddenly the cheering roared, and the concert began.

The first glimpse was a dazzling purple, shimmering under the lights like flickering flames.

Then, they saw Miss Yang, dressed in a long purple dress, the breeze lifting the hem, dancing all over the air, the beauty and emotion hardly describable in words.

For some reason, Guan Yongyi’s eyes began to feel sore; she rubbed them, then smiled again.

Yes.

This was the Yang Qianhua she loved, exactly as she had imagined...

...

As expected, the first song of the night was "Prayer of the Girl."

Guan Yongyi and Lu Jincheng sat in the front row, the closest seats, right beneath the large screen transmitting the event.

Before the prelude started, two harps rose into the air, and Yang Qianhua stood on the stage, holding a microphone in one hand, waving to the audience.

"Only wishing to reach the future with him in the carriage, never letting go even if it shatters~"

"No matter what pains lie in the journey, let me decide whether to love or not~"

As the opening song, all the audience would passionately sing along with her.

Just like Guan Yongyi at this moment.

It was Lu Jincheng’s first time seeing such an excited Guan Guan; she clenched her glow sticks, her pupils filled with sparkles, her chest thrust forward brightly as she focused completely on the stage.

Looking at the dreamlike scene.

The singer and the audience seemed to blend into one instantaneously, rendering nearly 100% sing-along from the audience, their voices floating above the stadium.

The unified voices created a touching resonance.

The opening song set the whole venue ablaze.

She continued to sing, and the audience sang along.

Singing, Guan Yongyi couldn’t help but feel her eyes moistening.

She realized that once music had successfully reached someone’s heart, it could return along the same path, taking a little part of the heart with it.

She discovered she could shout loudly, cry loudly, and hold the boy next to her, candidly expressing her deep feelings.

But she would never explain why.

This line, this song.

Until the prelude of "Courage" started, the second it was sung, Guan Yongyi knew it was a mistake.

She had never experienced tears that didn’t need to be brewed but merely fell.

Although she was someone who didn’t like crying and knew clearly why and what she cried for, she had to admit that some emotions came without reason.

Perhaps the most charming and inescapable things in the world are all because there’s no reason.

"Others may not approve,

and reason may not allow,

yet still, I invest all my emotions, not feeling the wounds,

like chasing after a dream relentlessly,

No matter how aggressive others may be,

none are as brave as I am for you~"

So much so that at this moment, Guan Yongyi still remembered all of her reactions clearly.

Tears streaming down her face, she sang along with all her might.

During her high school days, she had read an article from 2010 explaining why everyone liked Yang Qianhua, why her music was so empathetically appealing.

Psychologically speaking, if a person embodies our fantasies and ties to our expectations, we empathize and commiserate with her, always hoping for her well-being because it means we too might have a chance at happiness.

So, we began to feel for Yang Qianhua.

But when did that feeling start?

Maybe it was when she boldly proclaimed she was never afraid of getting hurt in love, maybe when she gently defended her lover, or perhaps while watching "Love in a Puff."

In that Hong Kong drama film crafted by Pang Hocheung, she played an ordinary cosmetics salesgirl, the sunlight filtering through the back alley, short, light purple hair, her skin clear under a light layer of makeup, a slim green card by her red lips.

Among the smoky haze, flowed the usual stuff of urban men and women.

Love affairs, despair, betrayal, disappointment, greed, jealousy...

In those ambiguous and hard-to-break emotional ties, she took a drag of her cigarette, her voice hoarse, her face expressionless.

"In this life, it’s hard to find that person willing to invest wholeheartedly, to love without looking back."

How could one not love her?

She was singing about herself.

Guan Yongyi had cried countless times listening to her songs, whether on the computer screen during a concert, or through Bluetooth headphones in the dead of night, but none felt more intense than now.

One song after another, Yang Qianhua sang until she choked up, and Guan Yongyi below the stage cried with her.

Yang Qianhua said in a hoarse voice, "Okay, I’ll hold it together now, just wait for me a bit."

Guan Yongyi down below smiled through her tears.

The singer and the audience were like two sides of a mirror, whether crying or laughing, it all seemed like looking in a mirror.

One can only rescue oneself, for that is true courage.

...

...

Singing, Yang Qianhua on the stage seemed tired.

In her younger days, it was mostly about self-expression and expressing her feelings, singing out her emotions while also voicing the feelings of countless listeners.

Thus, at concerts, one could see her stopping mid-song due to emotions.

Today, she had learned to hand the microphone over to the audience, whether when she couldn’t sing or wanted to hear them sing to her.

During the interval between the verse and the chorus, Yang Qianhua stepped forward, bent over, and crouched down.

She had noticed a girl in the audience earlier, standing on tiptoes, with short hair, big eyes, singing very earnestly and vigorously.

"The world surrounds me, I swear we’ll stick together,

as spectacular as a wedding on a cliff,

Maybe being born has no significant cause,

yet such true love remains~"

Yang Qianhua handed the microphone over, and the short-haired girl’s voice seamlessly continued from hers.

All the lights, cameras, and cheers, in a split second, all focused on Guan Yongyi.

Guan Yongyi, squinting and singing passionately.

The short-haired girl, without much thought or pause, followed the music and continued singing down just like before,

finishing the last few lines of "Prayer of the Girl."

Until the overwhelming applause almost burst her eardrums, she snapped back to reality.

"How beautiful it sounds!"

Before her was the smiling Yang Qianhua, and an invitation she couldn’t have dreamed of.

"Want to sing the next song together?"

The diva of Hong Kong leaned forward, extending her hand to Guan Yongyi below the stage.