504: Chapter 504 Resource Recycling

Mosquito Brother, at the top of the stadium, definitely couldn't see the subtle expressions of Lin Chuyan and Ruan Xingyu, but he could see them on the big screen.

These two, one on stage and one off, smiled at each other and pointed at one another.

No words were needed; they were the brightest stars in each other's lives, destined to illuminate one another.

If this wasn't a legendary moment, what was?

Junior almost slapped Mosquito Brother's thigh black and blue.

"Mosquito, Mosquito, he loves her so much! She loves him so much too!"

Mosquito Brother grabbed her hand: "I'm in so much pain."

Teacher Lin Chuyan on stage began to sing.

"Spring is her favorite season, when the breeze carelessly messes up her hair."

"She doesn't care about the noise of the world around her, only thinking about the changes in her own life."

This song didn't have flashy stage effects; the big screen just displayed some lyrics. But the director was good at catching details, occasionally giving shots of Ruan Xingyu in the audience. In the shots, her eyes were full of love, and the smile on her lips never faded.

How should I put it? The fans felt like they were watching a live music video.

"She often yearns to go back to when she was twelve, just needing to study well and live a simple life without worries."

"She is like a budding flower, full of hope."

Lin Chuyan's Singing voice echoed in the venue. He was Singing with a smile—imagining a small, cute twelve-year-old Ruan Xingyu in his mind, and he couldn't help but smile as he thought about it.

His voice began to become cheerful, with a hint of doting in that cheerfulness.

But in Wawa's eyes, the interpretation was different.

In his view, the song "twenty-two" had never been so concrete: he was Singing about her youth, regretting that he couldn't be part of her past, and so this song was born. He wanted to tell her, it doesn't matter, your future will definitely have me.

This thought was quickly confirmed.

When the last line of the song rang out, Wawa smiled—sure enough, his interpretation was correct.

"She smiled and thought about the future, she should find happiness."

"Such a simple dream will definitely come true."

Wawa smiled calmly: surely he wasn't the only one at the scene who noticed? Yes, Lin Chuyan had changed the lyrics.

For that last line, the studio version was actually "has it come true," but Lin Chuyan had changed it to "will definitely come true."

Singing "will definitely come true" on Ruan Xingyu's birthday, wasn't this just making a wish?

And, why was he so sure it "will definitely come true"? Wasn't it because he was certain he could bring her happiness?

Wawa couldn't help but nod: Teacher Lin Chuyan really knew how to do it; there was a reason he could hook a diva.

Besides "twenty-two", Lin Chuyan had another song he wanted to sing for his girlfriend.

A love song? No, no, no, he had thought about it for a long time and finally decided to do something special.

This song wasn't even on the setlist given in advance tonight.

Lin Chuyan stood on the stage and casually stole the Lines of Teacher Wu Bai from his previous life: "After writing so many songs for my girlfriend, I always want to do some Resource Recycling."

"A song, 'as you wish', dedicated to everyone."

The fans were a bit confused: Everyone was familiar with "as you wish"! The song itself was very popular, and plus Ruan Xingyu had sung it at the Spring Festival Gala, and Lin Chuyan had written it for her, how could they not be familiar with it? But resource recycling? What did that mean? Just Singing it himself?

The phrase "there's always a master" had been said until they were tired of it, but Lin Chuyan indeed kept bringing surprises to the fans.

Lin Chuyan didn't speak again; he began to immerse himself in the emotions of the song "as you wish".

The intro came, but the stage went dark. The entire stage was silent in absolute darkness, even the sound of breathing was swallowed.

Lin Chuyan's voice rang out in the darkness.

"You are the distant road, the lamp in the mountain mist—"

This line was like a morning bell breaking the dawn.

A beam of top light pierced through the thick fog like the morning sun, instantly illuminating the center of the stage.

In the pillar of light, a holographic towering tree appeared—the canopy hung down like a canopy, completely enveloping Lin Chuyan in the center of the stage.

Stunning.

The visual impact was too great.

The viewing experience was no less than seeing the whale in "lonely patient".

"I am a child, walking in your eyes."

"You are the bright moon and clear breeze, I am the dream you nurture."

Just at this moment, the floor screen suddenly rippled, and a holographic blade of grass broke through the soil.

Its roots were connected to the big tree, and its leaves slowly unfolded under the shade of the tree.

"And I will love the world you love, wish for the smile you wish for."

"I stumble as I hold your hand, please take me to tomorrow."

A holographic gauze screen appeared on the branches and leaves of the big tree, projecting images of the older generation of builders: some shedding blood on the battlefield, some dedicating their lives to the aerospace industry in the desolate Gobi, some swinging pickaxes at construction sites... These images were cut into different fragments by the branches and leaves of the tree, like sparks of memory, and reorganized under the protection of the canopy into a narrative of "struggle".

The golden veins on the trunk rose and fell with the Singing, each ray of light reflecting various scenes of struggle from different eras.

"May it be not in vain, may we go forward bravely, every day of this prosperous age."

"The mountains and rivers are safe, the fireworks are ordinary. Yet it is the view you wished for."

"Children, sleep in your dreams, just like the way you loved deeply."

Holographic rain suddenly fell from the sky, but it was decomposed by the branches and leaves the moment it touched the canopy.

The rainwater on the floor screen gathered into a stream, nourishing the growth of the grass. The grass drew joints and blossomed in the rain, growing into a small tree. Its leaves finally became golden branches standing side by side with the big tree, yet it always crawled under the protection of the canopy.

Lin Chuyan stood in the deepest shadow of the tree, his Singing voice intertwined with the holographic rain, as if they were the silent whispers of the ancestors.

"I will also see the world you haven't seen, write the poems you haven't written."

"The moon at the horizon, the thoughts in my heart, you are always by my side."

When this line appeared, the "image time" on the holographic gauze screen began to roll forward, gradually transforming from the older generation of builders to today's beautiful life, finally freezing on... the image of this city, the Magic City, and this concert.

Tens of thousands of people rushed here from various cities, not for anything else, just to hear their idol Singing.

If this wasn't a peaceful and prosperous age, then what was?

The Singing faded, and the holographic rain stopped. The grass on the floor screen had grown into a big tree, yet it was still humbly snuggled under the canopy of the predecessors. The branches and leaves of the main tree swayed gently, casting fine shadows for the new tree, like an umbrella held up by an elder for a child.

When the last note dissipated, the lights of the whole venue went dark again, only the big tree in the top light remained bright. It was like an eternal lighthouse, sheltering everyone who needed it—

Lin Chuyan stood under the tree without moving; wasn't he also a link sheltered by the big tree?

At this moment, the symbolism of the person and the tree didn't need much explanation; everyone at the scene understood.

This performance didn't have earth-shattering destruction and rebirth, but it completed the most shocking narrative in silence: the holographic big tree always stood tall, the grass always grew in the shade, and Lin Chuyan always sang under the shadow of the tree.

The "tree of as you wish" on the stage continued to shine, as if time had tied a gentle knot here.