"The song I'm bringing to you today is 'Anhe Bridge,' and I hope you all enjoy it."
(Anhe Bridge — Yu Xi)
The intro to this song features a distinctive and rhythmic drum beat.
As the sound of the piano joins in, it adds a touch of something called 'the past' to the song.
The intro is a bit long, but it's very immersive.
The unique charm quickly immerses everyone in the rhythm.
"Let me look at you one more time, from south to north ~"
"Like eyes blinded by the Fifth Ring Road ~"
"Please tell me one more time, about that day ~"
"The girl holding the box ~"
"And the man wiping sweat ~"
The melodious and graceful melody is paired with a gentle voice.
For the audience, this is undoubtedly an irreplaceable musical feast.
[It's back, that familiar feeling is back! It has to be Wen He! This sad and regretful flavor is just right!]
[I feel like I'm sick, I actually desperately want to hear Wen He sing depressing songs.]
[You're not sick, you've just turned into a whetstone, it's okay, you'll get used to it.]
[It's a knife, ahahaha, a delicious knife, a sweet knife, hahahahaha!!]
[What keyword was triggered? Why did it suddenly start going crazy?]
The moment the first verse of this song started playing.
It was destined that this song would ruthlessly take away their tears.
Surprisingly, almost no one questioned whether Wen He would mess up.
It's as if everyone assumes that the quality of every song by Wen He is guaranteed to be top-notch.
Regarding this point, Wen He's singing has proven countless times that messing up is impossible.
Even if the styles are similar, he can still sing to their hearts.
"I know, those summers ~"
"Are like youth, never to return ~"
"What replaces dreams..."
"Can only be a reluctant compromise ~"
"I know, the boasts I made ~"
"Will also be laughed away with youth ~"
"Let me be trapped in the city..."
"Commemorating you ~"
Hearing this, people's hearts gradually stirred.
A sense of regret swept over them.
It's as if the missing piece in their hearts is stirred by the song and reappears in their sight.
For most people, dreams are still an unattainable word.
Everyone can only find something to replace their dreams in limited freedom, even if it's a compromise, it's enough.
And some people simply bury them directly and never mention them again.
People bury many things quietly in their lives.
Sometimes it's involuntary, sometimes it's necessary.
For example, youth, for example, love, for example, dreams, for example, imagination...
[The best gift I ever gave my son was on his birthday. On the way home, I put a straight wooden stick that I had treasured for many years. My son saw it at a glance on the way home. When he picked it up and waved it, he must have been thinking, "I want to be a knight errant who travels the world with a sword," because that's what I thought at the time.]
[A few days ago, when I passed by an elementary school, I saw some children jumping and catching leaves. At that time, I was actually thinking, "How childish." When I had this thought, I suddenly froze, as if I had personally strangled my former youth.]
[Thinking about it carefully, it seems that my path was set from the beginning. I never even thought about what I should do, how I should live my life. The university I went to, the major I chose, and the job I have after graduation, and my wife, everything was planned by my parents. Life is happy and fulfilling, but I feel like I'm just an observer.]
[Quitting my job, returning to my hometown, watering and planting vegetables, scattering grain to feed chickens, chopping wood to make a fire, brewing a pot of tea, raising a dog... Recalling the decision I made, I'm really filled with emotion. At that time, relatives and friends were all trying to persuade me, but I'm glad I finally chose myself. Thank you for loneliness, I'm grateful for loneliness, I love loneliness.]
Countless memories swam through their minds like a babbling stream.
Past regrets emerged one by one.
In this life, only a few lucky people can live a wonderful and fulfilling life.
The main theme for most people is still regret and惋惜.
"Let me taste one more sip ~"
"Of autumn wine ~"
"Keep driving south ~"
"It won't be too long ~"
"Let me listen one more time ~"
"To that most beautiful sentence..."
"You're home ~"
"I'm waiting for you ~"
Singing to this point...
A happy smile appeared on Wen He's face.
His eyes were filled with Cheng Yudie's figure.
Although she wasn't there in person.
But Wen He knew that she must be watching.
Wen He was always in a hurry to go home after every performance.
A big part of the reason was because Cheng Yudie was waiting for her to come home.
The moment Wen He returned home and was greeted, he felt like the happiest person in the world.
And this kind of happiness will be spread to every song listener through his singing.
Looking at the tearful eyes of the audience below the stage.
Wen He knew...
They had probably heard the most beautiful words from their favorite person.
Just when everyone thought this was a healing song with sugar in the knife...
The sound of a horsehead fiddle suddenly joined the accompaniment.
The last tight string in their hearts also collapsed.
The feeling of loneliness in everyone's heart began to be gradually amplified.
The beautiful picture that had just been built up gradually disintegrated and dissipated before their eyes.
After Wen He's chorus ended, the song also came to its final ending.
"I know, those summers ~"
"Are like you, never to return ~"
"I will never have expectations for anyone again ~"
"I know, this world ~"
"Has too many regrets every day ~"
"So hello ~"
"Goodbye..."
