Chapter 240 Can Love Be Transferred?

As the cheerful melody of "Happy Monkey" slowly dissipated into the air, Xiao Qingfeng, like a graceful dancer and singer, brought the vibrant performance to a perfect close with an extremely handsome and powerful pose.

At this moment, his chest rose and fell slightly, and his breathing was a little rapid, but this did not diminish his innate handsomeness and charming appeal. On the contrary, it added a unique touch of sexiness and unruliness to his appearance.

The audience was like a blazing fire, with cheers, thunderous applause, and sharp whistles intertwining and converging into a surging wave of sound that could pierce the sky.

Xiao Qingfeng walked lightly and confidently to the edge of the stage, took a clean white towel from a staff member, and wiped the sweat from his face.

Xiao Qingfeng gently wiped his cheeks with a towel, a charming smile on his face: "My dear friends, I am truly moved by everyone's enthusiasm today."

"However, I have an interesting question I'd like to discuss with you all now: Do you think love can be transferred? Just like in life, sometimes we transition from one relationship to another. Is this a new beginning or a betrayal of the past?"

Upon hearing this, the audience was stunned.

Why would Xiao Qingfeng raise such a controversial question? Or is it related to his next song?

The audience members then began to whisper among themselves.

Xiao Qingfeng: Let's hear what some of our friends here have to say.

As Xiao Qingfeng spoke, he pointed to a young man in the front row: "Friend, why don't you share your thoughts first?"

The young man took the microphone from the staff member, somewhat excited.

"I think love can be transferred. When a relationship doesn't work out, people can't stay in one place forever. It's normal to look for new happiness."

Xiao Qingfeng nodded: "Yes, you have your own insights."

Then, pointing to a middle-aged woman, he said kindly, "What do you think of this lady?"

Middle-aged woman: I think it depends on the situation. If you have truly loved someone, it is difficult for love to truly transfer. You may just be seeking some comfort in a new relationship, but the love in your heart is still in the original place.

Xiao Qingfeng: That makes sense. After all, first love and true love are unforgettable. Besides, who doesn't have a white moonlight in their youth?

Xiao Qingfeng sighed for a moment, then looked at a young girl in the back row.

"Hey pretty girl, why don't you share your thoughts?"

Young girl: I think moving on to a new relationship is a form of growth. Every relationship helps us become better versions of ourselves, so new love is something to look forward to.

These words were met with enthusiastic applause.

Xiao Qingfeng: Everyone's points are very valid. Actually, love is a very complex emotion. It can change in different situations and moods. The song I'm going to sing next is called "Love Transfer".

As the lights dimmed, only a beam of warm yellow light, like a gentle stream, fell upon Xiao Qingfeng, outlining a tender and affectionate silhouette.

At this moment, the melody of "Love Transfer" gently drifts out, like a tranquil river flowing slowly in the embrace of the night.

As the melody begins, piano notes twinkle softly like stars, each note seeming to whisper a love story.

The rhythm was soothing and steady, as if someone were alone on a quiet night, reminiscing about the little things in their past love, with a touch of melancholy and a hint of longing.

As the melody progresses, the strings, like a gentle breeze, quietly drift by, intertwining with the piano sounds, much like the inseparable emotions between lovers, gradually expanding the depth and breadth of this feeling.

Instantly, a melodious yet slightly melancholic atmosphere was created in the crowded stadium, as if depicting the twists and turns of love over time.

How many shop windows have I lingered by?

How many hotels have you stayed in?

Only then will you realize that the separation wasn't so unfair.

Emotions are meant to be browsed.

[Still for collection]

[So that every day is unforgettable]

How long have we endured hardship?

[How many eye sockets do you get when they're wet?]

Only then can we know that sadness is the legacy of love.

[A few double beds for the wanderers]

I've changed my faith several times.

That's what made the ring exchange so irrevocably worthwhile.

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Xiao Qingfeng closed his eyes slightly, his expression like that of a traveler who has experienced many vicissitudes, recounting his wandering and searching on the road of love.

He pronounced each word clearly and with great rhythm, and his slightly hoarse voice added to the sense of story, as if the listener could see those figures who hesitated in love and feel their inner confusion and helplessness.

The audience fell silent, their eyes fixed on Xiao Qingfeng on the stage, as if they had been frozen in place.

The young girl, who had just struggled to speak, widened her eyes slightly, her gaze filled with focus and rapt attention. Her lips were slightly pursed, and her brows were gently furrowed, as if she were trying to capture the emotions behind each note.

A middle-aged man next to him crossed his arms over his chest, leaned slightly forward, and gazed into the distance with a deep and distant look, as if he were lost in deep memories of his past love experiences, with a hint of sadness on his face.

There was also an elderly man sitting in his seat, motionless, with his eyes tightly closed. The wrinkles on his face trembled slightly with the rhythm of the music, as if he was carefully feeling every emotion flowing in the song.

Transferring one person's warmth to another's heart.

[Let past mistakes inspire your dreams]

Everyone is like this.

[Having experienced heart-pounding anxiety]

[Only by refusing to be a lamb to the slaughter in love.]

Memories are like moonlight that you can't grasp; if you hold them too tightly, they turn to darkness.

[Wait for the false silhouette to disappear into the clear sky]

[Sunlight bathes you, and all your karmic burdens are forgiven.]

Love never stops; how much courage does it take to travel to the ends of the earth?

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Xiao Qingfeng's singing became increasingly affectionate. He slightly raised his head, his eyes revealing a profound understanding of love.

The heartfelt voice echoed in the stadium, like a warm yet slightly melancholic tide, impacting the hearts of the audience wave after wave.

The audience was deeply captivated by his singing. The entire venue was so quiet that only Xiao Qingfeng's voice and the plaintive melody remained, as if time itself had stopped for this song.

This moment seemed to be a declaration to the world of a sense of relief and open-mindedness towards love, and the body trembled slightly with the climax of the song.

Every movement was filled with deep affection and dedication, as if he were someone who had experienced pain and growth in love, and finally understood the true meaning of love.

The candlelight illuminated dinner, but it didn't reveal the answer.

Romance is not a cozy dinner party.

[Cover the bed sheets with flower petals and embrace it as it grows]

[It was too crowded, so we drove onto other soil]

[Relationships need someone to take over; getting close to someone generates expectations.]

A vicious cycle of expectation leading to disappointment.

The fleeting is always romantic, the long is always unsatisfying.

[Burning away your best years to find a partner in old age]

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Love never stops; how much courage does it take to travel to the ends of the earth?

Don't be disappointed; the epic tale is for the most beautiful ordinariness.

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