Chapter 257: Caught A Fine Fish
The audience listened to the clear childlike voice on the screen, only feeling like they had been PUA’d by Yu Wei…
This song is so good, it could have just followed the process and sung nicely, but starting with an enchanting sound infestation isn’t intentionally tormenting people?
Slap them once and then give a sweet date, right? Isn’t that PUA? Only those who withstand the destructive singing of the first part deserve to listen to this song.
They avoided the first part like the plague, but as the second part arrived, everyone truly got to know this song “Tomorrow Will Be Better”.
This song’s universality is terrifyingly strong, its themes covering every level, such a comprehensive song hasn’t appeared in the music scene for a long time…
After the childlike singing ended, Yu Wei, as a true professional, finally took the stage and steadily caught the third baton.
His singing standard goes without saying; the audience who ran away right after Tian Jun’s opening definitely wouldn’t have imagined the song turning out like this later.
Under Yu Wei’s performance, the whole song’s concern for reality and emotional tension reached the best, not daring to say it was intoxicating, but many audience members really listened in, this song’s standard is indeed high.
The lyrics express prayers for peace while directly facing real problems like war, famine, and ecological crises.
Just this layout alone, ordinary Chinese songs simply can’t compare.
The line “Migratory birds appear with their traces, bringing distant famine and ruthless warfires” directly uses migratory bird migration to metaphorically link global suffering, connecting individual destiny with the human community.
How many years has it been since such a profoundly themed music work appeared domestically?
Moreover, Yu Wei’s song isn’t just blindly doing “grand narrative”; it also doesn’t neglect the emotional colors of the individual.
“Youth doesn’t understand the mortal world, rouge stained with dust” reveals confusion and compromise in growing up, while “let long-missed tears moisten your face” conveys healing and hope, forming a balance of sorrow without injury.
Seeing the big in the small and returning to the individual, completing the narrative loop from individual awakening to collective action, “Tomorrow Will Be Better” is inherently everyone’s tomorrow.
When the song still didn’t end after Yu Wei’s passionate singing, the audience immediately realized the severity of the problem.
There’s more, surprisingly there’s still more afterward?
Sharp-eyed people already saw it: Yu Wei’s stage this time followed the path of “one mountain higher than the next”, one segment after another, each sung better than the last.
But Yu Wei’s earlier performance was already good enough; just in terms of singing this song, even if Chen Ping were alive, he probably couldn’t outsing him, who else could follow after him?
The answer is no one; Yu Wei has the most perfect grasp of this song, no one could be placed after him to steadily surpass him.
So the final segment of the performance wasn’t brought by one person, but by a group.
Yu Wei brought a car full of ordinary people to add bricks and tiles to the final chorus; when familiar or unfamiliar voices rang out one after another, the audience finally understood the most exquisite part of this song.
This song is too suitable for chorus; the lyrics under delicate strokes are very suitable for splitting, one line per person like calls and shouts, together ushering in that line “Tomorrow Will Be Better”.
No wonder in the novel, the singer Yu Wei arranged for this song is called Stars; he clearly had it planned in his heart.
Unfortunately, it happened suddenly; the stars Yu Wei got for free were still too few. If the official stepped in to pull a group for a grand performance, it would definitely be more shocking.
“Let us expect Tomorrow Will Be Better…”
In Yu Wei’s singing full of true emotion, the whole song came to a close; this song has extreme impact, many people hadn’t come back to their senses yet.
The opening part’s singing was so bad everyone wanted to curse, but after patiently listening to the whole song, it’s a divine product, definitely a divine product.
When has the emperor ever had a grudge with Consort Yu?
Besides the “one mountain higher than the next” stage design, having Tian Jun’s broken gong voice at the opening was also a process of breaking and reconstructing.
After he shattered all the expectations, scrutiny, and analytical gazes, the subsequent three stages were all about rebuilding the song’s audiovisual experience.
The final stars chorus is undoubtedly extremely necessary, because the most outstanding part of this song is the eternalization of the spirit of the times.
One Yu Wei can’t interpret an era; only a group can.
Whether tomorrow will really be better, no one knows, but as the lyrics say: “Let us expect Tomorrow Will Be Better”.
This expectation itself is already the most beautiful posture in facing life.
The release of “Tomorrow Will Be Better” caused widespread heated discussion; the last time Yu Wei’s work got this much attention was “A Loving Family”.
Music critic Jin Jun pointed out that the song elevates Chinese pop music “from personal sentiment to the level of social responsibility”, proving that pop music can be a carrier of social concern.
Although a bit exaggerated, through this song, everyone seems to have seen the leader quality in Yu Wei.
This child might become a true leader…
“Yes, I came to subvert this chaotic world.”
Yu Wei reluctantly climbed up from her knees; netizens were all too good at hyping, even better at bragging than him who wrote the novel, give you the pen, you try?
“Are you Zhao Zilong?”
Qi Luo An rubbed her leg; it wasn’t uncomfortable while resting on it, but after getting up, it clearly felt a bit stiff, looks like she still needs to practice.
“I’m caviar.”
The sky wasn’t early anymore; look, isn’t it time…
Qi Luo An turned a deaf ear to this, seemingly having no concept of time at all, and not paying attention to the obviously darkening environment outside the window.
She was of course intentional; since she came, what’s wrong with staying overnight? With revival armor, she definitely had to play arrogantly.
“Let me show you, epic face change.”
Qi Luo An pulled out a screenshot from Zhou Mumu’s Super Topic a few minutes ago; their comments were brilliantly brilliant, not even pretending anymore.
“Laughing to death, Yu Wei’s song flipped on the program.”
“I’d say serves him right, acting like writing songs makes him so awesome, bound to flip eventually.”
“So bad it makes me want to die, is this Yu Wei’s true level? (ghost face) (ghost face).”
Tian Jun’s disaster-level performance directly drew their watch; although they knew it was a civilian’s performance issue, they still had to mock.
Doesn’t Yu Wei have any fault at all?
As long as the people they dislike suffer setbacks, they’re happy; falling into the well and throwing stones at them.
Then… then they didn’t post any new posts; the comment section that was discussing heatedly just now also unanimously stopped updating.
The gloating didn’t last long; once the later content played, they all shut up, like laughing?
If it weren’t for the tenth episode being filmed a month ago, Qi Luo An would almost suspect Yu Wei was laying out a fishing scheme, after all, he really fished up a few haters.
They weren’t even willing to drag the progress bar…
“No wonder Old Qi favors you; you fish so well, how could the air force guy not envy?”
Qi Luo An didn’t forget to tease Dad; although being entangled by fan circle fans isn’t good, with this song, they should quiet down for a while.
The entertainment industry is like this; hype up and step on blacks; as long as you’re red enough, haters will restrain themselves; as long as you’re strong enough, haters might even speak for you.
The tenth episode of the program formally entered its finale; the last end credits were a preview of next week’s ten thousand person venue live broadcast, inviting everyone to watch on time.
Yu Wei usually turned off after listening to the song; who knew today Qi Luo An refused to leave no matter what, so he patiently watched the whole thing.
Until the progress bar completely reached zero, Qi Luo An still had no intention of leaving, sitting there pretending not to know.
“Aren’t you going home?”
Qi Luo An shook her head; as if to find a reason for her behavior, she glanced at the sky outside the window, “Almost winter, cold at night.”
Just a ten-minute walk, cold what? If you don’t want to go, just say so…
Yu Wei didn’t expose her though; if she wants to stay, let her, anyway she’s pretty safe lately, staying overnight isn’t a big deal.
“Do whatever; I’m going to shower.”
Practicing singing made him sweat a lot; not showering would make him uncomfortable all over. He completely didn’t treat Qi Luo An as an outsider, took off his jacket and went into the bathroom.
What does he mean?
Qi Luo An felt Yu Wei was tempting her; he better lock the door, otherwise she might push it open and look…
Water sounds started; her gaze involuntarily fixed on the frosted glass door, thoughts starting to wander uncontrollably.
She couldn’t help it, as if pulled by something, quietly moved to the bathroom door, holding her breath to listen.
That water sound became more real, as if carrying temperature; the steaming vapor seemed able to seep through the door crack.
What is she doing…
Qi Luo An felt herself getting really low; she forcibly suppressed her curiosity, returned to the sofa and sat obediently.
Speaking of, shouldn’t she shower before resting too?
Just as her mind was wandering, a mobile phone ringtone directly startled her awake; coming back to her senses, Qi Luo An felt embarrassed—she had even brain supplemented to the water-saving shower together part—who’s calling at this hour?
She took out her phone and saw it wasn’t for her; it was Yu Wei’s phone next to her ringing.
Qi Luo An leaned over to look; she thought it was agent Sister Liu or someone, but the number note was actually Old Deng Ye.
The one Yu Wei called Old Deng Ye isn’t her great uncle Ye Shengyu…
The thought of answering the call appeared for a moment and was dismissed; if it was for her she’d answer, but answering for Yu Wei, is that appropriate?
Moreover at this hour; if she answered, the venerable elder would definitely think crooked, although it’s already pretty crooked, but she can’t say everything out.
Just pretend not to see it.
But as soon as she sat back, the phone rang again, still from Ye Shengyu, with a bit of persistent pestering vibe.
What’s the matter, so urgent? Qi Luo An even suspected if she was exposed, with great uncle calling nonstop to persuade her to turn back…
Seems like Yu Wei joined that Musician Association; probably something work-related there.
Immediately after, the third call came; if it was a stranger, Qi Luo An would have answered and relayed the message, but family relative, she didn’t have the guts.
Fortunately, the water sound in the bathroom suddenly stopped; the person finally finished showering.
Moments later, the door opened.
Yu Wei came out in a loose bathrobe, hair wet and still dripping; he casually wiped it with a towel.
The bathrobe belt loosely tied at the waist, collar slightly open, revealing a bit of collarbone and chest; Qi Luo An was dazzled for a moment—this this this, and he says he’s not tempting her?
She steadied her mind and quickly handed the phone to Yu Wei.
“Who is it?”
Yu Wei obviously paused seeing Ye Shengyu’s note; what’s the situation, great uncle checking up?
Qi Luo An covered her mouth and shook her head; she was about to go invisible.
“Finally picking up, little Yu, your two songs tonight were really good.”
That’s fine then, turns out it was about the song.
