Chapter 216: Song Title Unknown
Vision, what is vision? Chi Leying’s initial choice of the song “Youth” was vision.
Netizens listening to the newly lyric-written version had their mouths agape and never closed; this rewrite is too skillful—how can someone be such a genius?
No wonder Chi Leying initially passed on “Peach Blossom Promise” to choose this one; it turns out this song can super-evolve…
That makes sense then—the layout and depth of this newly lyric-written version, no other song in the library can really compare.
Actually, when selecting the song, Chi Leying didn’t even know this version existed; managing to pick it is luck added to her body—when it’s time to catch fire, nothing can stop it.
When Chi Leying sang “A century is just a test, beautiful life goals continuously achieved,” her arms slowly unfolded with the melody, as if displaying a historical scroll to the audience.
Yu Wei’s move is too ruthless; the new lyrics directly elevated the song to another dimension—this is the true divine move.
The annual concert, with acquaintances too; the other contestants from “Enthusiastic Praise Top Streamer” are naturally watching as well.
Seeing this, they were so envious their eyes turned green—how is Yu Wei giving her special treatment?
But they had nothing to say about it; Chi Leying was the first to beat the AI, even if they knew in advance, they wouldn’t have had the opportunity…
Fortunately, it’s not too late to work hard now; Yu Wei’s songs are so appealing, they really need to give it a shot.
As the song entered the climax, Chi Leying sang with a more powerful voice: “I am still the youth from before, original intention never changed.”
At this moment, the entire stage’s lights instantly turned golden yellow, illuminating the whole venue.
The background screen flashed precious scenes of development history: from hard years to the brilliant lights of modern cities, from scientific exploration to the happy smiles of ordinary people.
Netizens were just thinking earlier that such a good entry point would make a great new song, but after hearing this line, they instantly understood—it has to be this song.
It has to be this line “I am still the youth from before” to fit perfectly, matching like dumplings made just for this vinegar…
Even following a veteran musician closely, Chi Leying didn’t fall behind at all—not because her singing skill is outstanding, but because these new lyrics make singing skill irrelevant.
Though it’s lyric writing, it’s no different from listening to a new song; everyone is full of expectation, so tolerance is naturally high.
Moreover, Chi Leying’s performance wasn’t bad; she had sung the original on the program, plus a few days of hard practice singing, not god-level but enough to show the full picture of this song.
“Who dares say this song is bad? Dog head for safety.”
“Yu Wei’s lyric writing is indeed invincible.”
“The song is actually pretty good too; its spread will definitely not be weak, feels very suitable as short video BGM.”
“Just over twenty programs, and already three songs related to Yu Wei?”
The part in Shen Yutong’s “Willow Catkins” paying homage to “Malice” is quite obvious; anyone who’s read the novel can tell from the lyrics.
Actually, Meng Han’s song selection was also subtly influenced by Yu Wei, plus the second replacement song later; Yu Wei’s influence on this concert is almost all-encompassing.
Chi Leying’s singing hasn’t yet reached the level of driving the atmosphere, but the organizer clearly put thought into it, with stage background synchronously showing footage of scientific achievements.
This also made the entire performance “both fiery and trendy,” full of a sense of the times.
At the song’s end, the music gradually softened; Chi Leying returned to the stage center, repeating the last line with a delicate and deep voice.
“I am still the youth from before.”
When she sang the final note, her right hand gently placed on her chest, bowing slightly to the audience.
She can’t yet achieve reverence for the audience, but she has successfully completed her mission—this is her honor.
After a brief silence, thunderous applause erupted, continuous.
The success of this performance lies not only in Chi Leying’s singing, but more in the powerful infectiousness of the “Youth” century version itself.
It uses “youth” as the image, connecting a century of struggle with everyone’s original intention in their hearts; this entry point is ingenious.
Plus the catchy melody and lyrics that hit the heart, it’s inevitable that this song receives attention.
Slap the word “layout” on Yu Wei’s forehead!
“You kid, how many more surprises do you have that we don’t know about?”
Meng Han sat on the sofa next to Yu Wei; he was one of the few on site who had witnessed both versions of Chi Leying’s “Youth.”
Thinking back now, as early as during program recording, they seemed to be laying the groundwork for tonight; the birth of this version probably came much earlier than the concert invitation.
Whether the song waited for the right entry timing, or Yu Wei was laying out, he couldn’t tell for the moment.
“Why isn’t Teacher Lin here?”
“Senior” is fine in writing, but verbally it’s still “Teacher”; Lin Puyan had been inseparable from Meng Han these days—where is he now?
“Him?…” Meng Han chuckled, “Practicing singing.”
Yu Wei’s double-pronged approach really worried Lin Puyan; he became a cowardly lizard precisely because he feared the positional gap.
Who knew this kid had an external avatar; he’d rather work overtime to follow and watch him perform—who can handle that?
Just wanting to beat him up like this, this young man…
Lin Puyan didn’t want to win; he just didn’t want to lose. No second chance to run, he could only max out his state to face it in full form.
But honestly, he didn’t regret switching zones; just Yu Wei’s earlier “Red Sun” stage—if he hadn’t switched, it would only be harder.
For the second song, Yu Wei’s state probably won’t recover that quickly—relatively easier to handle.
Moreover, reunion-themed songs are all warm and festive, stage effects similar; even with a gap, it won’t be pulled too wide.
“Won’t disturb you anymore; rest well, there’s still a tough battle ahead.”
The concert’s fourth part has the most songs, with three veteran musicians; Lin Puyan is just one of them.
Meng Han naturally wanted to see Yu Wei teach them a lesson, whether for public or private reasons.
Yu Wei lay on the sofa continuing to rest with eyes closed; no other guests backstage dared disturb him—joining the fun now might land a black pot later.
As the main melody’s aftersound still echoed in the venue, stage lights slowly dimmed, leaving only a beam of warm light enveloping Chen Jinyi.
She looked toward the audience, her voice gentle and profound: “With the country’s strength comes family’s reunion. Next, let us enter tonight’s final chapter, feeling the world’s warmest emotional connection.”
On the background big screen, scenes of myriad household lights gradually lit up, and the concert’s final segment began.
Viewers persisting to this point are definitely here to watch till the end; even without sense of anticipation, they’ll stick it out.
But with the fourth chapter’s arrival, real-time ratings actually rose slightly.
Those coming for the concert arrived early; not waiting till now—so obviously, new viewers aren’t here for the singing, but for gossip.
Xu Xinian’s popularity isn’t low; a centipede dies but never topples—his collapse house gossip is still hot, with his sister-in-law still outputting.
The resulting haters and gossip party numbers are considerable; they flooded in together just to see if this guy’s done for.
Xu Xinian’s management company is too smart; even if the organizer won’t endorse them, they can muddy the waters.
The company of course can’t do this itself, but just hint to fans, and they’ll wield a feather duster like an imperial edict, brushing everywhere.
In a sea of beating the drowning dog comments, staunchly defending “My brother still has a performance at the Capital Concert, he hasn’t collapsed.”
To the point that they’re still brushing expectation and occupying floors under the concert’s related entries.
Actually, the performance flopped, and the person really collapsed, but fan circle fans believe this; the company leaks a bit of fake news and they buy it hook, line, and sinker.
Rather than saying they’re gullible, it’s more like this is their lifeline; besides blind faith, they have no choice.
At times like this, muddying the waters is better than one-sided headwind; such ambiguous things can easily flip the “everyone drunk but me sober” crowd.
More haters and passersby seeing the message naturally come to the official live stream to verify.
“Keep this infidelity guy and not kick him out?”
“All crows in the world are black.”
“Protecting this kind of person, the organizer is just like that.”
“Don’t blindly curse; what if he’s directly removed?”
Seeing the sudden malice in bullet comments, director Wang Qi and the nearby producer exchanged smiles—have they cashed in on blood bun negative traffic too?
They naturally won’t bother with this; just a few netizens who listen to the wind as rain—can’t affect the concert at all.
No need to address Xu Xinian’s matter, not even a statement; cold treatment is best—too much ink only brings more shame.
No need for words; facts will prove everything.
“Time to go waiting in the wings again.”
Yu Wei sighed; Xu Xinian was just an invited actor, singing skill mediocre, so arranged unobtrusively—no opening, no finale, just a middle song in the fourth chapter.
He’s just a replacement; no need to adjust the order.
Stamina recovered over eighty percent, enough anyway; this song isn’t hard—Yu Wei heard it from childhood to adulthood.
At stage center, the flowing gentle piano sound gradually faded; the big screen synchronously showed family reunion photos collected by the organizer.
There were reunion photos across the strait, four generations under one roof family portraits, medical workers steadfast at posts video-connecting with family moments.
This segment pushed the whole unit’s family reunion atmosphere to climax, but at this time, netizens had no time for so-called humanistic care—they just wanted gossip.
“Finally coming?”
“Infidelity Xu Xinian singing reunion? Where’s the reunion?”
“Everyone understand; it happened the day before, probably no time to replace.”
“Still can’t disgust the audience; if nothing else, pull Yu Wei up for another song—he has plenty.”
Prophet appears…
While netizens discussed heatedly, Chen Jinyi had already started the next interlude and announce.
“The wonderful piano sound’s afterecho lingers, and the next singer is also known for outstanding piano performance.”
Gossip party hearing this was stunned—haven’t heard Xu Xinian plays piano?
Those who know him best are always enemies; at this time, only haters are firm—with his atrophied cerebellum look, still playing piano? Definitely replaced!
Chen Jinyi didn’t deliberately tease; she then smiled toward the camera shot.
“Please welcome Yu Wei, who not only has a voice that touches hearts but also the talent to command black and white keys, bringing everyone his new work—A Loving Family.”
This is also a classic sung by Chinese stars in chorus; besides fitting reunion and family, Yu Wei chose this song for another reason—it’s grand enough.
Not the rising layout from family to country, but a magnanimity that can be big or small.
It can be a family’s loving harmony, or encompassing the four seas in one heart.
Songs needing rising layout have a dedicated main melody chapter; his earlier performance was already very upright—Yu Wei understood the principle of overdoing it.
Since there’s a second chance, he still wanted to sing something the audience loves to hear.
Yu Wei—how is it Yu Wei?
Amid full-screen question marks, the audience quickly reacted—the organizer did replace, and quite decently, quietly.
Having Yu Wei come up for another song was already surprising; what they didn’t expect more was that they hadn’t heard this song before…
Others’ new songs being unknown is normal, but this is Yu Wei—he always writes new songs into novels first before singing; everyone was used to it.
But this time a completely unfamiliar one; not in the novel and straight to singing—isn’t this a kind of collapse house too?
We still don’t know the name of the song we saw that day.
