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But when Fei Yang’s voice aired, the venue fell silent in an instant!

In front of countless screens.

The audience was shaken, abruptly falling silent. For a moment, even the comments were much fewer.

This performance had no explosive high notes or fancy techniques.

Simple lyrics, yet they instantly invoked countless memories of fathers.

“Every time we part, you always pretend to be relaxed

Smiling and saying ‘go home’, then turning around with tears in your eyes.

…”

Lyrics describing the most common incidents in life.

The year he left home with a guitar on his back.

The father secretly put 2,300 yuan into his bag, bills crumpled terribly.

He could almost imagine the hardship his father faced when he withdrew this amount of money-

He’s the King of Singing, standing at the pinnacle of glory!

But he is also a child from the countryside.

Without a wealthy family, without a comfortable life.

Those 2,300 yuan came from a farmer’s hand, earned through hard labor on the fields.

He once thought proudly:

His current success was all due to his hard work and perseverance.

His life, filled with inspiration, epitomized the rise from rags to riches!

His pictures, featured on the cover of numerous magazines, surrounded by throngs of people!

But it was not until he took care of his father in the hospital recently that he realized how much pressure his father bore to let him pursue his dreams.

It turns out that in those agonizing years, a man had been carrying heavy burdens for him all along.

Was he really successful because he was good enough?

No.

The flowers and applause should not belong to him. Without his father’s support, he, Fei Yang, is nothing!

So, Fei Yang blamed himself:

Why did it take so long to realize?

Perhaps because the man who propped up his sky had always been so silent.

“I wish I could, just like before

Hold your warm hand

But you’re not by my side

Entrust the gentle wind to send my blessings

…”

The venue was getting quiet.

Backstage.

The singers wore heavy expressions.

Some of them were biting their lips slightly.

Composers were also silent.

All of them felt the song in their hearts.

The refrain hadn’t started, but the warmth of kinship, accompanied by a faint sourness, was already lingering in everyone’s hearts.

All of a sudden.

Fei Yang let out his voice.

The tone of the song rose, and the faint emotion had its first explosion:

“Time, could you slow down

Please don’t let him grow older

I am willing to trade all I have for his perennial youth

Father who has always been strong in life

What can I do for you

Please accept my insignificant attention…”

Music swirled around.

The band played with abandon.

In front of Fei Yang, it seemed like the image of his father in the hospital bed flashed by again.

That day.

He peeled an apple for his father.

Only when his father struggled to take a bite did he realize his father’s teeth were showing signs of aging.

The apple was too hard.

He couldn’t eat it.

So he peeled an orange for his father.

It was the first time he saw his father eat so joyfully as he popped a segment of an orange into his mouth.

His father said, “It’s sweeter than the ones we grow at home.”

At that moment, all Fei Yang felt was acidity in his heart.

Sourer than an unripe orange.

At that moment, he just stared at his father.

He noticed the gray hairs at his father’s temples.

He finally realized.

The father, who once stood as tall as him…

Had gotten old.

His eyes finally welled up.

…

Not only Fei Yang.

Some of the singers backstage had quietly started wiping away their tears.

People passed tissues around.

Some pretended to blow their noses forcefully, but they were actually wiping away tears.

Even the usually cold and serious composers were moved at this moment.

In one room.

Yin Dong tilted his head slightly, seemingly reminiscing about something.

His face remained expressionless, but there was a trace of murkiness in his eyes.

Next door.

Ye Zhi Qiu let out a deep sigh, didn’t say anything, just took out his phone and looked at a photo he hadn’t had the courage to open for a long time.

His father had been gone for many years.

Before he had achieved success.

But why was he so cowardly that he didn’t even have the courage to write a song for his father?

What use was this title of “Maestro”?

In the next room.

Yang Zhongming was like a frozen statue, only his eyes seemed to lose focus.

Perhaps women are more sentimental.

Zheng Jing, who was in the same room as Yang Zhongming, was covering her face with her hands, but tears seeped out from the gaps between her fingers.

Engulfed in emotion, she couldn’t control herself.

Most of the composers are no longer young.

Their fathers were either no longer in this world or were in their twilight years.

Time is always fair to humanity, but it is also always cruel.

This song allowed everyone to confront their regrets.

…

Meanwhile, underneath the stage…

More and more people began to choke up.

In front of the monitors…

The barrage of comments reappeared—almost explosively!

“I miss my dad.”

“I am actually crying.”

“I feel so suffocated.”

“I would rather have Xian Yu keep acting strangely than be reduced to tears.”

“My dad has cancer, and I’ve recently quit my job to stay with him in the hospital every day, but I haven’t cried until now.”

“Xian Yu really went too far. He made us laugh for three segments, but only took one to bring everyone to tears.”

“I must return home for the New Year this year, regardless of what my boss says!”

“Dad, I love you—I will definitely say this to your face.”

“Who else would dare say Fei Yang’s singing lacks emotion!”

“I’ve been a long-time fan of Fei Yang. I think this performance is probably the best he has ever had—not in terms of technique or voice.”

“He has put his heart into this song.”

“…”

Everyone could no longer hold back their tears.

And on stage…

Fei Yang could no longer hold back either.

It’s not so much that he was singing the song as he was expressing his deepest feelings:

“Thank you for everything you’ve done

Our home was created by your two hands

You always did all you could to give me the very best

Am I your pride?

Are you still worrying about me?

The kid you cared so much about has grown up

…”

An outpouring of intense emotions!

Fei Yang nearly cried out in pain!

His voice trembled as he sang, his thick, choked-up voice ringing with a runny nose, and tears streamed down his face!

As a King of Singing, he was unable to control his voice and emotions professionally, which was really unprofessional.

Just like his unprofessionalism as a son.

But please believe…

This is my most sincere emotion.

Father.

Did you hear it?

This song is sung for you!

Didn’t you always say:

Your son sings the best songs, didn’t you?

…

In the face of this emotional onslaught, the audience was as fragile as paper.

The stirring melody pierced their hearts, evoking memories and sorrow buried deep within many others.

The unstoppable pain, helplessness, and bitter sweetness freely flowed in their hearts with the music.

During the performance…

The tears of countless individuals had long turned into a raging sea!

Everyone could hear it.

Fei Yang’s trembling voice was tinged with guilt—a guilt every child felt towards their father.

…

The Lin family…

Lin Xuan and Lin Yao looked towards their mother.

She chuckled, “This song is nice.”

But while saying so, she felt a lump in her throat, and her eyes began to tear up.

Lin Yuan never experienced paternal love growing up.

That’s because his father passed away when he was very young.

So Lin Yuan’s mother had to play the roles of both mother and father.

This song, although about a father, is in truth a song for every family member.

…

In a certain hospital…

In front of the screen…

Fei Yang is singing…

An elderly man, who bears a striking resemblance to Fei Yang, wipes away his tears.

The old companion next to him hands him a slice of oranges.

The old man tastes a few bites and shakes his head, “It’s not as sweet as the ones Little Yang bought last time.”

The companion responds, “This was also bought by your darling son.”

The old man looks surprised, tries a few more bites, and queries, “Different kind?”

His companion retorts, a tad exasperated, “Different person peeling it.”

…

The song envelops the stage…

An Hong suddenly takes off his headset…

A staff member looks at him.

An Hong murmurs, “I need to make a phone call.”

The staff member silently nods in approval.

Soon…

He connects the call.

The voice on the other end sounds surprised, “Aren’t you in the middle of a show?”

“You’re watching it too?”

“Of course, it’s my son’s show. As his father, how could I not…”

“Dad.”

“If you have something to say, say it quickly. I’m watching the show.” He feigns impatience.

“Nothing much, just wanted to call…”

“I heard you, just hang up already. Don’t you have to go on stage to host soon? Be careful or the director will dock your pay!”

“Okay.”

An Hong replies with a smile.

At this moment, the phone on the other end and the stage are filled with the last line of the song in near-perfect synchronization:

“Thank you for being there every step of the way!”

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