210: Chapter 21 "Father"

Host Host took the note and smiled, "Mr. Fang Wenshan, you seem a bit disappointed after seeing this topic."

Fang Wenshan nodded slightly. "There is a bit of disappointment, mainly because I feel it's too easy to write."

"Oh, I see!"

"Let's invite today's topic-setter and see what the original intention behind this topic was."

As soon as Host's voice fell, a young woman around twenty years old stood up from the audience.

She seemed a bit shy and nervous, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"Hello, how should we address you?" Host asked after a staff member nearby handed the microphone to the woman.

"My name is Jin Xiao, and I'm a sophomore in college," the woman answered generously, her complexion returning to normal.

"Student Jin, why did you come up with such a topic?" the Host asked.

The woman pondered for a moment before speaking.

"I feel that nowadays, when people talk about a parent's love for their children, they always talk about how great maternal love is, but they rarely mention paternal love."

"Even these shopping malls and online stores that sell gifts are the same. When Mother's Day is approaching, they start promoting it very early—promotions and discounts are everywhere."

"But when it's Father's Day, it seems to pass by quietly."

"I grew up in a single-parent household, so I believe paternal love is equally great, which is why I wrote this topic."

The woman's words sparked some discussion, and many members of the audience were whispering to each other.

After she finished speaking, she bowed slightly to everyone and was about to sit down when Host's voice rang out again.

"What do you have to say regarding Mr. Fang Wenshan's comment about it being too easy to write?"

"I don't know if it's easy to write because I don't know how to write songs."

"But I searched through the music libraries and found many songs about mothers, but very, very few about Fathers."

"I just want a song that I can personally sing to my Father on Father's Day."

The woman spoke very sincerely, and her goal was simple: she just wanted a song that expressed paternal love.

Fang Wenshan walked down from the stage, looking a bit unhappy.

He realized the girl's words were very true, and it was reflected in his own life; he hadn't called his Father in a long time.

Every time he called home, he mostly called his mother.

When he did call his Father, it was usually because his mother's phone was busy or no one answered.

Then, when his Father picked up, his first words were always: 'Dad, where's Mom?'

If it was so easy to write, then why hadn't many people written about it?

Thinking about the songs he had written, there were indeed several about mothers, but truly none about Fathers.

He felt a wave of shame.

With the topic confirmed, the five groups of contestants entered their creation rooms at the Host's command.

The netizens in the live stream also became active.

"I am both a Father and a son. I've never given my Father a single gift on Father's Day, and I haven't even said something like 'You've worked hard!'"

"Similarly, my son has never said 'Dad, Happy Father's Day!' to me. What a failure!"

"Who isn't like that? Disliking your Father, becoming a Father, understanding your Father, and not being as good as your Father."

"I hope the other groups step up. Don't let this show lose its suspense so early and become a stage where Young Master Ping stands alone."

"The first to submit a song will still be Live Room 6. I'm calling it—who's with me?"

Just as this bullet comment was sent, a voice echoed through the broadcasting hall.

"Creation Room 6 has submitted their song, with a time of 3 minutes and 43 seconds. Please hurry, the other four creation rooms."

The contestants in the other creation rooms were shocked when they heard the announcement.

They couldn't understand why Chen Shaoping could always write a song that fit the topic so quickly.

They could only let out sighs of helplessness.

Inside Creation Room 6, Wang Bo and Zhou Bule looked at the song in their hands with faces full of disbelief.

"Da Ping, aren't you a bit too fast?"

"We just got in, and it's already over!"

Chen Shaoping was displeased and retorted, "You're the fast one! You're done the moment you touch it, finished before you've even entered."

"Damn, I don't write songs. Even if I did, I certainly wouldn't be faster than you."

"Besides, I wasn't wrong. Didn't we just enter the creation room? And you finished it in three minutes."

"Shut up and go practice the song."

Chen Shaoping didn't want to deal with Wang Bo; it would affect his mood for meditation.

Zhou Bule acted as if he hadn't heard the two of them speaking, his eyes fixed on the song without even lifting his head.

Live stream bullet comment: "Can this even be broadcast? Isn't the live stream afraid of being reported?"

That netizen was about to continue posting about the speed of their 'driving' jokes, but unexpectedly, he was muted.

It left him wanting to cry but having no tears.

Chief Director Wu Tao, seeing that Chen Shaoping was the fastest to finish again, had a bad premonition in his heart.

Could it be that he'll be first again this time?

To prevent the show from losing its appeal too early, he decided to let Chen Shaoping's group perform last.

The three hours of creation time passed very quickly—at least, that's what Chen Shaoping thought.

Because while he was meditating, he slowly dozed off. Due to his improper posture, he woke up feeling sore and uncomfortable all over.

As Host finished the opening remarks and stepped off the stage,

Zhang Zhe, the first to perform, took the stage. The song they performed was titled "Father's Love."

Their song was in Hokkien, and although most of the audience couldn't understand it,

they still gave warm applause.

Aside from pointing out that the song would have a smaller audience, the judges basically gave nothing but praise.

In the end, the song achieved a good score of 46 judge votes and 96 public jury votes, totaling 142 votes.

Following them on stage were Huang Wenxing, Zheng Wenfang, and Qu Yang. The songs they performed were all titled "Father."

Their total scores were 139, 141, and 145, respectively.

They were very close.

Perhaps it was indeed because the topic was simple that everyone's quality of work was quite good.

The judges smiled all evening and spoke many words of high praise.

Finally, Wang Bo and Zhou Bule took the stage, and their song was also called "Father."

Perhaps because they had deeply immersed themselves in the song's emotions during rehearsal, there was a faint hint of sadness in their expressions as they stepped on stage.

"Always taking from you, yet never saying thank you. It wasn't until I grew up that I understood it wasn't easy for you."

"Every time I leave, I always pretend to be relaxed. Smiling, I say I'm going back, then turn around with tears wetting my eyes."

Wang Bo was like an awakened son, carrying deep guilt toward his Father as he sang these lines.

His eyes drooped slightly, and his voice took on a hint of raspiness, as if he were confessing.

At the same time, the image of a silent Father who only knew how to provide appeared in everyone's minds.

His love was subtle and silent.

As long as you turned around, your Father would be there.

Hearing this, the audience was incredibly quiet, moved by the guilt toward Fathers expressed in the song.

Many audience members had already shed tears, and even the judge Han Hong was wiping the corners of her eyes with a tissue.

Jin Xiao, who had set the topic, had tear stains all over her cheeks.

"How I wish to hold your warm palm just like before. But you are no longer by my side; I let the clear breeze bring you well-wishes."

Zhou Bule sang this line like a wanderer away from home who had begun to miss his Father, but his Father was no longer there.

"Time, time, please slow down. Don't let him get any older. I would give everything I have to let your years remain."

"My Father, who has been strong-willed all his life, what can I do for you? Please accept this meager concern."

Once the children grow up, the Father has already grown old. In the face of time, any words are just powerless pleas.

Even a meager word of concern is rarely spoken.