Chapter 10: Your Heart Has A Wall, But I Found A Window
“The youth’s voice was clear and bright. A simple a cappella line exceeded everyone’s expectations.
The light and soothing melody easily seized everyone’s ears. Just one line felt truly like the imagery of blue sea and sky in the lyrics, natural and comfortable.”
Entertainment novels are a bit fake…
Although this segment was written by Yu Wei himself.
In the novel, before the protagonist sings, some expect, some doubt, some disregard him, but he has always been the center of the entire scene.
But in reality! True bottom tier is ignored by everyone.
No one in the audience cared what he wanted to do.
Yu Wei stood on stage setting up the microphone. In front of him were only the audience whispering to each other. They gathered in groups of three or five, chatting happily, seemingly already discussing what to eat later…
Rather than saying he was on stage, he was more like a street performer artist.
Their performance was very simple. If someone dropped a coin, they would gentlemanly bow in greeting or invite the other to request a melody.
Even if no one gave money, they wouldn’t be sad, but continue playing contentedly, not for any purpose, only because performance was their way of self-satisfaction.
Yu Wei understood…
When no one read his failure novel, he thought the same: first write a story he liked himself, then think of others.
So what if no one listens to him sing? No one listening wouldn’t make him drop this book!
“One person, gazing at the blue sea and sky
In the inner heart, that shade of gray fades a bit.”
……
“Shh, listen.”
Zhang Lingye interrupted his teammates who were grinning and chatting idly, pointing at Yu Wei who was preparing to start singing on stage.
“Listen to what? Want us to laugh at Wei-zi with you? You’re too…”
The complaining words were choked back by Yu Wei’s singing. He held the sofa, turning back in an exaggerated posture, a bit unable to believe his ears.
Wasn’t there no pre-recorded song?
This damn thing is a cappella?
They discovered for the first time that Yu Wei could also be so dazzling, not a lamp charged by capital, but firewood burning on its own.
Nearby, Qi Yuan stood up somewhat stunned. This feeling was no different from walking at night with a friend, only to turn around and find the other gone…
Even if he was in top state, he wouldn’t dare say his own a cappella could reach this standard. Was this still the Yu Wei he knew?
The youth’s voice line lacked magnetic quality, his prelude a cappella plain and unadorned, but the voice had great penetration, full of sense of imagery.
It had a feeling of telling a story gently and unhurriedly…
Yu Wei was neither hasty nor eager to perform. He just wanted to simply sing a song.
The soft melody approached from afar, finally singing by the ear, seeming to come closer very carefully, very meticulously.
Yu Wei simply a cappella’d a few lines, then connected to this guitar melody he liked most.
The crisp piano sound tinkled like spring water, perfectly linking to “I learn not to worry too far ahead, not planning too much instead allows brave adventure.”
At first, glow sticks in the audience seats scattered like stars. Some lowered heads scrolling mobile phones, some chatted absentmindedly.
Accompanying this turning voice, Yu Wei quietly singing and playing on stage finally became the center of the entire scene.
From gentle approach turning to soft comfort, the comer sincerely converses, trying to gradually melt that heart wall standing for so long…
This delicacy brightened their eyes.
But caring protection could never pierce the closed inner heart. He was just self-healing, no need for others’ comfort.
Good music can touch hearts. Even if the on-site audience disregarded Yu Wei, at this moment they still subconsciously wanted to keep listening.
In these people’s eyes, wasn’t there also a wall between themselves and their idol…
Once immersed, the song’s warm yet slightly sad atmosphere instantly spread, making them feel the faint loneliness firsthand.
After doing so much, could they really pass through this thick barrier?
No.
Along the way, they could get the achievement of chasing stars, get emotional value and self-moved, but never got even a tiny bit of feedback from the idol…
In the climax section, Yu Wei’s sweat soaked his bangs, but his singing became clearer and firmer.
“Your heart has a wall
But I discover a window
Occasionally letting out a bit of warm glow.”
The originally slightly sad atmosphere vanished instantly with this lyric, the warm light very careful, very meticulous, and very real.
His gaze suddenly cast to the distance, as if penetrating physical distance, straight to a corner of some soul.
Because of this wisp of glow, that long-standing wall quietly let down its guard…
Many audience members had quietly started filming to commemorate. They seemed to have witnessed some extraordinary famous scene.
The piano sound grew denser, lifting his voice line to climb higher.
“Even if you have a wall
My love will climb the windowsill and bloom.”
A lady in the front row tightly hugging her arms unconsciously loosened her fingers; the girl in the corner stopped her swinging toes, staring up blankly; those flashing mobile phone screens went dark one by one.
It’s quite good, the on-site audience unconsciously had a better view of Yu Wei. Did he write this, or did someone else write it for him?
Unknowingly, they seemed to really see a bunch of flowers climbing the heart wall and blooming…
These lines were the song’s main theme, also the origin of the song title. The story simple, emotion pure, for each other, mutually healing in the bustling world.
The wall is the emotional barrier of self-protection, the window represents the hidden channel of hope. The process of the heart wall being broken through by love is also the process of being healed.
But besides the delicate depiction of love, this song has another layer of expression.
The heart wall is a metaphor for the self. When someone enters life, often building a wall due to disrupted rhythm, but after experiencing vicissitudes, still believing in the glow.
Yu Wei sang the second layer. He would build high walls against the absurd entertainment industry, but still full of hope for the future.
Even if the fan circle permeates every inch of soil in the entertainment industry, at least there are street-side performing masters immersed in their own music art.
This is a failure mindset, which fits since he’s professional.
At the ending, the music suddenly converged, leaving only Yu Wei’s near-a cappella ending note: “Open the window, and you’ll see sadness melt…”
He stepped back, deeply bowed. Silence lasted three seconds, followed by faint applause.
If no audience, passersby are my audience; if no stage, heaven and earth are my stage.
There will always be someone who stops to listen.
Yu Wei indeed achieved his purpose. After one song, he successfully turned these “passersby” into his audience.
But the on-site audience heard the first layer, immersing themselves in the song, using “bravery” to embellish their behavior…
Sisters, this is totally me!
Because of so-called empathy, some listened and cried, some dazed, but true emotion wasn’t because of this song, but their self-moved.
The essence of the fan circle is self-moved. Rather than saying Yu Wei sang that well, it’s more that they gave themselves another blind reason.
The audience clapped desperately, countless emotions released in this song.
They still held fantasies, fantasizing their all-out love could melt the idol’s heart wall, just like sung in this song.
But Yu Wei didn’t care what they thought.
He didn’t sing for them.
Yu Wei didn’t care this was a song about secret love. Everyone heard their own story.
That wall might be the scab of heartbreak, shell of loneliness, or alienation of the adult world, while he on stage chiseling a window with singing gave shape to the light.
Compared to these people, he cared more if his readers had returned…
“The book friends should forgive me now.”
