Subsequently, the camera focused on Li Qingshen’s face, the peerlessly handsome features that left everyone in awe appeared on the big screen.
Li Qingshen stood up casually, a simple motion that dazzled everyone present. The well-tailored pure black handcrafted suit accentuated his perfect and upright figure. Unlike other stars who would greet the audience before taking the stage, his face bore no expression, as if he were an elusive dream within reach yet so far away, under the watchful eyes of everyone as he calmly ascended the stage.
The atmosphere in the venue instantly hit a peak, filled with overlapping screams.
As he moved, the large screen behind the host slowly started playing silent MTVs, from the first song Li Qingshen composed for Chen Wanru to Ling Momo’s "Forgive". The source of this content ɪs novel★fire.net
Each MTV snippet featured the most iconic lyrics etched in everyone’s memory.
They told of the trials and tribulations over the past decade of Shenhua.
When Li Qingshen elegantly and unhurriedly stood on stage, the screen on the big display just happened to freeze on the most beautiful scene of Ling Momo’s "Forgive" MV—the high mountain tops covered with snow and ice, where Ling Momo stood smiling, backed by the dual presence of the sun and moon hanging in the sky.
By some miracle, at this moment, the stadium that held tens of thousands fell into silence.
It seemed as though everyone held their breath, their gaze uniformly fixed on Li Qingshen.
Ling Momo sat below, also motionlessly staring at Li Qingshen.
In that instant, she vaguely felt that Li Qingshen, who had been her teacher for half a year, with whom she’d been in constant contact, had suddenly become very distant from her.
The host, upon seeing Li Qingshen, was slightly dizzy, stuttering a bit as she spoke, "It’s truly beyond our expectations to have Shenhua join us today. No one could have imagined that after a decade, Shenhua would be here on this stage to receive this award."
Li Qingshen nodded slightly but did not speak.
It was the host’s first close encounter with Li Qingshen, visibly excited; Li Qingshen’s aloofness did not dampen her enthusiasm as she went straight to the point, "Shenhua, having been selected as the best songwriter for ten years, what are your thoughts on this?"
"There are many excellent songwriters." Li Qingshen answered indifferently, clearly uninterested in such official inquiries.
"Shenhua is really too modest." The host praised sincerely, "Shenhua is truly a rare musical genius, every song that comes from your hands is a timeless classic..."
The stage lights flickered, Li Qingshen’s visage was as handsome as a deity, but as the host continued with her effusive praise, his eyes grew shadowy, and a trace of impatience appeared between his brows.
Watching Li Qingshen , Ling Momo suddenly felt a surge of familiarity; the distance that had felt so vast disappeared in an instant, and even she did not notice the slight curve of her lips. The great deity remained the same, disliking such conspicuous socializing.
The host said a lot, and Li Qingshen responded absentmindedly. Eventually, the host nearly ran out of questions to ask, but since it was a live broadcast, she had to steel herself to ask the final key question: "We all know that Ms. Ling Momo’s new album, which Shenhua single-handedly crafted, is themed around ’Secret Love’, and has resonated with many. However, we don’t know, how did Shenhua come up with the idea of composing about ’Secret Love’?"