Chapter 224 The audience cried again.

Amidst the anticipation of countless spectators, the stage lights slowly focused on the entrance.

The moment that familiar figure—Xiao Qingfeng—appeared, the audience erupted in deafening cheers and applause.

The audience stood up, waving their glow sticks, their faces beaming with excitement.

Their eyes were fixed on Xiao Qingfeng, as if welcoming the return of a king.

Some people were so excited that tears welled up in their eyes, and they kept calling out Xiao Qingfeng's name; others excitedly grabbed the hands of their companions and shared this exciting moment.

The atmosphere at the scene was extremely enthusiastic, like a carnival feast.

As the lights flashed and the music began, Xiao Qingfeng walked steadily toward the center of the stage.

Xiao Qingfeng remained as relaxed and casual as ever, as if telling everyone that he was ready to conquer the stage once again.

In the live stream, netizens went wild. A flood of comments poured in, filling the screen with praise and anticipation for Xiao Qingfeng.

"Xiao Qingfeng, I love you!"

"The King of Singers has returned, exuding dominance!"

"The title of 'King of Singers' is no longer enough to match Qingfeng's status; he should be called 'Heavenly King'."

"Looking forward to Xiao Qingfeng's wonderful performance, bringing glory to the Chinese music scene!"

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Viewers in the live stream were incredibly excited, eager to witness Xiao Qingfeng's musical charm once again.

Xiao Qingfeng stood in the center of the stage, slightly raising his hand to signal to the audience.

The room fell silent instantly, everyone eagerly awaiting his first note in the song.

At that moment, information about the song Xiao Qingfeng was about to sing appeared on the large screen behind him.

Prose poems written by my father

Lyrics by: Xiao Qingfeng

Composer: Xiao Qingfeng

Singer: Xiao Qingfeng

When the song information was released, many people's hearts skipped a beat.

"This song seems to be more of an artsy type, so it's not suitable for competitions, right?"

"I think so too, especially against foreign players with their high-pitched melodies, we don't have an advantage, do we?"

"This is a match we can't afford to lose. Isn't it too risky for Qingfeng to choose this song?"

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At this moment, both the netizens in the live broadcast room and the audience at the scene frowned, feeling worried for Xiao Qingfeng.

The atmosphere at the scene was extremely tense. There is no doubt that Xiao Qingfeng now represents the pinnacle of the Chinese music scene in the hearts of many people, and they really can't afford to lose.

In this tense atmosphere, the song's intro began.

The moment the music started, the audience at the scene and the netizens in the live broadcast room seemed to be under a spell; their previously restless mood instantly quieted down.

The intro to this song makes you feel as if you are in the river of time, clearly feeling the passage of time, and you immediately have a feeling of going back to the past.

Some listeners found themselves involuntarily recalling cherished memories from the past.

Backstage, the singers who had already finished their performances were also intently watching Xiao Qingfeng on the big screen.

Apart from Cai Qiong, who looked indignant, everyone else was completely captivated. Even Fan Xiya and Mo Tina had their big eyes fixed on Xiao Qingfeng.

And so, amidst everyone's eager anticipation, the prelude reached a certain point.

The crops hadn't been harvested yet in 1984.

My son is sleeping so sweetly in my arms.

I don't have time to watch the outdoor movie tonight.

My wife reminded me to fix the sewing machine's pedal.

I need to borrow some more money from my neighbor tomorrow.

The child cried all day, demanding cookies.

The blue polyester shirt pierces my heart with pain.

[He squatted by the pond and punched himself twice.]

This is an excerpt from my father's diary.

This is what his youth left behind.

【The Prose Poems That Have Survived】

Years later, I watched this and couldn't stop crying.

My father has grown so old that he's like a shadow.

Xiao Qingfeng's singing voice was like a warm and profound torrent, impacting the hearts of every audience member present.

A middle-aged audience member's eyes welled up with tears as he recalled his childhood and the image of his father tirelessly working for the family, filling him with guilt.

Another young audience member bit her lip tightly, her eyes red-rimmed, trying hard not to let the tears fall.

The comments in the live stream said: "These lyrics are so real, it's like seeing my father's hardships and helplessness when he was young."

"Xiao Qingfeng's lyrics and melody are absolutely amazing, they completely break your defenses."

"Listening to this song, all I can think of is my father, I'm crying my eyes out."

"I broke down again; it touched the softest part of people's hearts."

Some viewers couldn't help but secretly wipe away their tears.

The entire audience was deeply moved, as Xiao Qingfeng's singing evoked everyone's longing and love for their father.

The crops had already been harvested by 1994.

My elderly mother passed away last year.

My son ran into the school wearing a white shirt.

But he's been preoccupied lately and has lost a lot of weight.

Thinking about the future, I'll grow old and become a pile of old paper money.

[By then, my son had grown into a true man.]

He married a lovely girl.

I hope they don't have to live such a difficult life.

But when Xiao Qingfeng sang this part, a familiar scene unfolded again: thousands of audience members could no longer hold back their tears.

Xiao Qingfeng's singing continued to echo in the air, each note like a key, unlocking the softest corner of the hearts of the audience and viewers in the live broadcast room.

Xiao Qingfeng uses extremely simple and unadorned words to present the scenes of life and death to the audience, and every note and every word touches their heartstrings.

The lyrics "My elderly mother passed away last year" instantly touched the hearts of countless listeners. Many middle-aged men in the audience could be seen bursting into tears, covering their mouths and crying like children.

Even the singer in the back hall had red eyes, and even the two foreign friends who probably couldn't understand the lyrics had red eyes.

Fan Xiya looked at Wang Yaqi beside her and said, "Although I can't understand what he's singing, I feel that he's singing to an important person. It's very touching and makes people want to cry and shed tears."

Wang Yaqi nodded silently, agreeing with Fan Xiya's assessment.

However, at this moment, Zong Hai in the control room became excited and immediately picked up the walkie-talkie.

"Quickly, quickly, switch the camera to the audience, give them close-ups and extreme close-ups, especially those middle-aged audience members, make sure to capture them crying!"

The next moment, the camera switched to the audience, where all that could be seen were sobbing audience members, some of whom were even covering their mouths and crying with their bodies trembling.

In the live stream, netizens' comments rained down like snowflakes.

"When I heard the sentence 'My elderly mother passed away last year,' I burst into tears. I thought of my deceased mother, who didn't get to see me get married and start a career."

"My mother, who worked hard all her life, wore the most expensive clothes I ever did—her funeral shroud, which cost me 1200 yuan. Waaah~~~"

"This song really touches my heart. It reminds me of the love my father had for me when I was a child, but now he is no longer here."

"Xiao Qingfeng's songs always resonate with people; these lyrics about everyday life have the most powerful force."

"I hope we can all cherish the people around us, and not wait until we lose them to realize their value."

The entire scene and the live broadcast room were filled with a deep sense of sadness and emotion, bringing tears to the eyes of countless people.

This is an excerpt from my father's diary.

These are the prose poems he left behind in his life.

Years later, I watched this and couldn't stop crying.

But my father has grown so old that he's like a shadow.

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These are the footprints left by that generation.

After a few storms, the traces will be erased.

This land once brought tears to my eyes.

But it buries so many heartbreaking stories.

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