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Chapter 955 - 690 Later Us_2

Chapter 955: 690 Later Us_2

"Sigh."

Luo Peng let out a helpless sigh, shook his head, and followed them out.

"What happened to Ai Qian?"

Li Shao and Bai Zheli had also heard the news through Luo Peng; being classmates, they had tried contacting Ai Qian, but to no avail.

"I don’t know; Jiang Chen didn’t say."

Luo Peng said, "But don’t worry, she’s been found, she’s now in Chang’an."

"Chang’an?"

Li Shao puzzled, "What is she doing in Chang’an?"

"How would I know."

Luo Peng gave a wry smile.

"Mayday seems to have a concert in Chang’an soon."

Luo Peng and Li Shao turned simultaneously towards Bai Zheli, who had spoken.

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The heavenly gates open wide in the palace of Jiutian, and nations in robes pay homage to the royal diadem.

A simple line of poetry fully captures the once flourishing prosperity of this ancient city.

Without a doubt,

This city is the symbol of Shenzhou’s once pinnacle, a historical footnote left by the land of the East standing at the peak of the world.

Chang’an Cultural Center.

The crowd was deafening.

People who had come from all corners of the country filled the venue, capable of accommodating thirty thousand, to the brim.

"Suddenly missing you, where are you, happy or suffering..."

Amid the waving of numerous light sticks, the band’s lead singer extended the microphone forward, sparking a massive singalong.

"We were so sweet, so beautiful, so believing,

So wild, so passionate in those days,

Why must we still

Age into our own happiness and regrets..."

Boys yelled till their voices cracked.

Girls sang with tears streaming.

A song becomes a classic often because it resonates emotionally with people, letting them see their own experiences and stories within it.

The Chinese music scene is declining.

The internet is flooded with what could be called spiritual garbage, songs that follow the same rhythm and melody churned out like assembly line products, continuously harming the public psyche.

Perhaps, for this reason, some have withstood the test of time, still stand at the vanguard, still shining brightly.

Not many dare to hold concerts now, and even fewer can spark a chorus of thousands.

The number of bands nationwide that can achieve this is exceedingly few.

But after all, they are Mayday.

A band that people inscribe into their life goals.

How many have written in their bucket lists to attend a Mayday concert one day?

"I fear sudden silence,

I fear sudden concern from friends,

I fear memories suddenly surging, twisting in relentless agony..."

The young man beside Ai Qian was already overwhelmed, singing along with everyone, his neck veins bulging, eyes reddened, features distorted.

What happened to ’real men don’t cry easily’?

Ai Qian didn’t tease the handsome young man next to her or disturb him; she seemed unaffected by the mood and quietly listened to the whole venue singing, out of place with her subdued demeanor.

"We originally invited a guest, but they had a last-minute issue and couldn’t come, so we decided to adjust this part,"

After the song ended, the lead singer holding the microphone stood at the center stage and smiled, "You all sang so well just now, I think you could stand on the stage. So, we plan to invite someone from the audience to sing with us, what do you think?"

Cheers and shouts rolled like a flood.

"Since everyone agrees, let’s start without wasting any more time. It’s getting late, and there might not be any rooms left in the hotels."

The lead singer’s joke made the entire venue erupt with laughter.

The singer turned and waved his hand as a signal.

Suddenly, the giant screen for stage broadcast displayed the drawing process.

First the section.

Then the row.

Then the seat.

"Start."

As the singer’s words landed, the front section began to roll first.

"Stop!"

"Friends in Section C, get ready."

The southeast part of the venue became restless.

Ai Qian did not join in the bubbling emotions around her, serenely enjoying every minute, every second.

"Continue."

Once the section was confirmed, the following row began to roll.

Concerts are not limited to singing; they must also engage and entertain the audience.

Arabic numerals swiftly shifted, blurring the eyes with their speed.

"Row 7."

It was clear.

When the result appeared, some people in row 7 of Section C in the southeast part of the venue even jumped uncontrollably.

Seeing the fixed number on the giant screen, even Ai Qian, who had been aloof, couldn’t suppress a hint of surprise on her face.

Tickets to Mayday concerts were always hard to come by.

At this moment, the venue was filled with tens of thousands of people.

To be picked in this row?

"The final result is about to be revealed, let’s see who the unlucky one is!"

The last seat number began to roll.

"Stop!"

Under the gaze of thousands,

the numbers slowly stopped.

"Number 8!"

"Friend in seat 8 of Row 7 in Section C, please stand up and raise your hand."

The young man with the crew cut, who had just shown genuine emotion, turned his head to the left in a daze, not even bothering to wipe the tears at the corners of his eyes.

Where his gaze landed, Ai Qian’s face also showed utter disbelief.

"Friend in seat 8 of Row 7 in Section C, are you here? You didn’t go to the bathroom, did you?"

"Hurry up, stand up!"

The young man quickly reminded her, quite eagerly.

Ai Qian steadied herself.

The lights had already skimmed over the heads and fallen on her.

It gave an unreal, dreamlike feeling.

"Stand up!"

The young man nudged her arm.

Ai Qian then slowly got to her feet.

"I apologize for what I said just now, beautiful, please come on stage."

The lead singer, who had jokingly referred to her as the unlucky one, corrected his error immediately.

Under envious glances, Ai Qian, bathed in dazzling light, walked stiffly toward the stage as if in a dream.

"May I ask your name?"

"Ai Qian."

"Ai Qian, nice to meet you. What song can you sing?"

"...I’m quite familiar with all of your songs," Ai Qian said instinctively.

The lead singer, showing surprise, said, "So you’re a true fan of ours. How about we sing ’The Us of Later’?"

Under the watchful eyes, as she faced the microphone extended by her idol, the surreal feeling intensified.

The sea of people around her seemed to turn into indistinct phantoms, and the noise became ethereal and void.

"Ai Qian?"

"Yes."

Ai Qian showed a slight smile.

Might as well.

Let it be a dream.

"So, ’The Us of Later,’ for everyone."

Unlike most pretenses, this band truly improvised, daring to pull a spectator on stage to perform live.

Luckily, Ai Qian’s singing was not bad.

"And then,

they say your heart seems healed,

someone has started to guard it for you,

Should I feel relieved, or should I be pained..."

The lead singer signaled to her with his eyes.

Ai Qian picked up the microphone, "I only hope the later you, can be happy,

That’s what the later me, wishes the most,

The us of later, walk side by side,

Just not together anymore,

Chasing our respective lives..."

The lead singer nodded, gave a thumbs up, then held the microphone out to the whole venue.

"Dear,

remember the twists and turns we walked together,

those that brought us to this moment,

Let precious life have its gains and losses,

Wrap regrets with new happiness,

Just moving on towards the future,

Letting go completely, even if it’s hard,

Don’t look back at me, dear..."

Everyone instinctively hummed along softly, gazing at the stage with a dreamy look in their eyes.

The slowly waving glow sticks were like stars.

Having the chance to stand on a concert stage was rare, but many had been to KTVs. Ai Qian, standing on the stage of a top domestic band that was also her idol, gripped the microphone and gradually composed herself.

"In some place another you remains,

Where another me smiles,

Another us still loving deeply,

Forever taking our place,

If that thought is enough."

The lead singer picked up the microphone, and together with the crowd, they began to sing in unison.

"No matter what happened to the later story,

Make the later life worthwhile,

The later us, I look forward to,

Seeing you truly

free in the tears."

Amid the sea of people,

In a remote part of the venue far from the VIP seats,

A young man who once promised to bring a girl to the Mayday concert quietly watched the stage.

Under the gaze of thousands,

The lead singer gratefully shook her hand.

Under the brilliant convergence of lights,

The girl’s face was indiscernible, yet she radiated splendidly.