Exuberant shouts, brimming with the sweet taste of first love.
The last word dropped, and the vibrant solo instantly became more surging, imbued with the youthful breath of sunshine.
Yet, beneath that mask, the gaze was filled with intense, brazen possessiveness.
Full of aggressive intent.
He had been looked at like that too, back in the day.
Domineering and unreasonable, she simply claimed him as her possession.
When she looked at him like that, she always liked to dangle a cigarette from her mouth, casually pulling on his tie as she straddled him.
Three years later, faced with that kind of gaze once again, Shi Lingyan actually... felt a bit nostalgic.
The crowd followed Shi Mei’s gaze upwards, and someone started to whistle.
"Is there really a lover up there?"
"The dog-killing scene ah, so sweet!"
"There’s someone up there, but isn’t that the president’s suite? The minimum charge is US$ 5,000, the one sitting up there must be filthy rich."
"Maybe it’s the boss?"
"You idiot, the boss is a woman!"
Shi Lingyan met her gaze calmly, eyes locked across the void.
Faced with such a gaze, even though he knew it couldn’t be her, his heart still ached deeply in its most hidden depths.
Shi Mei’s lips curved into a smile.
The look in her eyes was fiery, but the moment their eyes met, she decisively looked away.
"Shush," Shi Mei put a finger to her lips and whispered softly, "Guess how long it will take me to forget you?"
A single phrase set off a stir in the crowd.
"It’s the opening monologue of ’Sorrow Fish’!"
"Ah! ’Sorrow Fish,’ is it finally coming?"
"Heh, think you can sing ’Rest of Life’ so you can handle ’Sorrow Fish’? ’Rest of Life’ relies on technical solo, but ’Sorrow Fish’ is pure vocal skill, amateurs can’t sing it."
"I think so too. Although ’And the Days to Come’ just now was okay, it’s not on the same level, okay?"
The crowd was abuzz with discussion.
Completely opposite to the high demands on accompanying harmonies like in ’Rest of Life’.
The difficulty of the song ’Sorrow Fish’ wasn’t in the playing.
The accompaniment of ’Sorrow Fish’ was too serene, almost non-existent.
Thus, for the most part, it was sung a cappella.
Although many had tried to imitate it in later generations, very few could capture the feel of ’Sorrow Fish’ like ’Rest of Life’.
Tang Wu’s timbre wasn’t particularly unique, but her singing technique was irreplaceable.
Many had studied Tang Wu’s alternative singing technique, yet few managed to successfully penetrate its mystery.
The one and only Tang Wu, with her one and only self-created singing technique.
So when people heard that Shi Mei wanted to sing this song, many were skeptical.
A classic is a classic because it’s unsurpassable.
But in the next instant, a soft pair of guitar notes played, and the bustling discussions immediately quieted.
"Forgetting the night when—," Shi Mei slightly closed her eyes, her voice suddenly shifting from the sweet lightness to a long and deep pull, "the rain outside the window ticked and tocked."
If just now was the budding of youthful vigor, then now was the tranquility and peace after years had settled.
Despite the lack of emotional fluctuations, it stirred a profound sourness within one’s heart.
"Quietly you enter my dreams, like a little fish, with a cold, lonely silhouette."
Tang Jingming, looking down at Senior Sister sitting quietly below, suddenly called out, "Sister Ye."
Ye Tiao, smoking, responded, "Hmm?"
"Do you think, after someone dies, they can feel our longing?"
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