MMB Chapter 52, a song called "Simple Love," brought tears to the eyes of his wife, a pop diva
Chapter 52, a song called "Simple Love," brought tears to the eyes of his wife, a pop diva
The moment those crisp notes leaped out, the originally sweltering air seemed to be swept away by a cool evening breeze.
There were no complicated arrangements, no flashy fingerings, just the simplest arpeggios. Yet, it was precisely these few notes that, like an invisible hand, gently plucked the heartstrings of everyone present.
Zhou Lixing's previously crossed arms and sneered posture froze. As an expert, he knew better than anyone that this kind of minimalist yet catchy melody was the most difficult to create.
"This prelude..."
His pupils contracted slightly, and the ominous premonition in his heart grew stronger.
Sitting on the stone steps, Lin Zhou lowered his eyes slightly, his fingers gently tapping the violin case, keeping time. He didn't look at the camera, nor at anyone else, as if he had returned to that summer filled with the noisy chirping of cicadas, to that youthful era of flowing white clothes.
He parted his thin lips slightly, and his voice, transmitted clearly through the microphone, reached every corner.
"I can't explain why, but I've become very proactive."
"If you fall in love with someone, you'll do anything for them."
I want to loudly proclaim that I will never part with you.
"Even my neighbors can guess how I feel right now..."
The moment he opened his mouth, everyone in the audience felt a chill run down their spines.
That wasn't some "heavenly voice" that had undergone professional training and was full of technique and resonance, nor was it a deliberately lowered husky voice trying to appear profound.
It was an extremely clean, warm voice, even carrying a hint of youthful awkwardness and innocence.
It's like a bottle of orange soda in the summer, bubbling and refreshing, thirst-quenching, and sweet to the core.
The live stream chat experienced a strange pause at that moment, followed by a frenzied barrage of comments:
"Holy crap! That voice... that's Lin Zhou?!"
"I'm dead! I'm really dead! This youthful energy is absolutely amazing!"
"There were no techniques involved, it was all about emotion! Hearing that made me blush; it felt like my first love came back!"
"These lyrics... are so sweet! Even the neighbors guessed it? Is this a subtle way of showing off their relationship?"
Lin Zhou was unaware of the outside world's reaction; he was completely immersed in the mood of the song "Simple Love."
The fingers danced lightly on the strings, the rhythm quickened slightly, and the chorus began, making you want to sway along.
"The wind by the river is blowing my hair."
Holding your hand, I felt a surge of inexplicable emotion.
I want to take you back to my grandmother's house.
"We watched the sunset together until we both fell asleep..."
The lyrics are simple and straightforward, without any fancy words, yet they depict the purest and most beautiful picture of love.
No luxury cars or yachts, no extravagant lifestyles.
There was only the wind by the river, the sunset at Grandma's house, and two hands tightly clasped together.
This is what love is like in its most original form.
Standing in the crowd, Su Qingge felt as if her heart had been hit hard by something, and then began to beat violently and uncontrollably.
She stared blankly at the man on the steps.
Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on his face. At this moment, Lin Zhou shed his usual laziness and slickness; his eyes were focused and affectionate, as if his entire being was radiating light.
This song...
Su Qingge's thoughts drifted back to seven years ago.
Back then, Lin Zhou was just like that, wearing a clean white shirt, sweating it out on the basketball court, or sitting on the grass of the playground, holding a broken wooden guitar, humming nonsense to the sky.
Back then, she was the school's famous aloof beauty, pretending to pass by him casually every day, but always secretly glancing at him from a corner where no one was paying attention.
She had always thought that Lin Zhou was the kind of heartless, unromantic straight man.
But now, hearing this song, hearing the line "I want to loudly declare that I am reluctant to part with you," Su Qingge suddenly realized that deep down, this man harbored such turbulent and delicate affection.
I want to hold your hand like this and never let go.
"Can love always be pure and without sorrow?"
I want to take you cycling.
"I want to watch baseball with you."
"I want to be carefree, singing as I go."
As the climax of the chorus began, Lin Zhou's voice rose slightly, carrying a sense of unwavering determination and passion.
Every word seemed to strike Su Qingge's heart.
Riding a bicycle, watching baseball—simple and carefree, without any sorrow.
Isn't this the kind of love she longed for most deep down, yet dared not even dare to hope for?
Having navigated the cutthroat world of entertainment for so many years, she had long forgotten what "naivety" and "carefree" meant. She believed that love required a perfect match, equal footing, and countless other conditions to build upon.
But Lin Zhou told her with a song:
Love can actually be very simple.
As long as we hold hands and keep walking, that's enough.
Su Qingge's eyes felt hot, and her vision gradually blurred.
She looked at Lin Zhou, but a feeling of indescribable bitterness and grievance welled up in her heart.
This song is really well written.
It was so good that it made her jealous, it drove her crazy.
Because she subconsciously thought that this song, full of youthful feelings and the taste of first love, was written by Lin Zhou for that person.
This is written for the woman named Chu Yuwei.
After all, their youth was filled with bicycles, playgrounds, and those innocent, carefree memories. But between her and Lin Zhou, there was only a cold, hard marriage contract, and seven years of chaos and mutual torment.
"So... you loved her that much before."
Su Qingge murmured to herself, a self-deprecating bitter smile curling at the corners of her lips.
Even if he confronts Chu Yuwei now, even if he treats her very well now, does that purest love of youth ultimately not belong to her?
How she wished this song was written for her.
How I wish that the girl he was holding hands with, riding a bicycle to watch the sunset, was Su Qingge.
"I want to hold your hand like this and never let go..."
Lin Zhou repeated the last line of the lyrics, his voice gradually fading until it disappeared into the wind.
The last note of the zither fell, its lingering sound echoing through the air.
The entire threshing ground fell into a deathly silence.
No one spoke, no one applauded, and even their breathing became cautious, as if afraid of breaking this rare moment of beauty.
Everyone was still immersed in the atmosphere created by the song, unable to come back to their senses for a long time.
The elderly villagers recalled their shy dates under the big tree at the village entrance when they were young; the staff, whose edges had long been worn down by life, remembered the rusty bicycle on the university campus; and the millions of viewers in the live broadcast room burst into tears.
"Waaaaah, I miss my first love. I wonder how that idiot is doing now."
"This song is so powerful! Lin Zhou made me cry!"
"Who said he's useless? This talent, this emotion, blows 99% of the current pop songs out of the water!"
Lin Zhou slowly put down the guitar and pressed down on the still vibrating strings.
He raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, and once again accurately found that familiar figure.
Su Qingge stood there, all alone, like a lily blooming in the wind.
But at this moment, those usually cool and proud eyes were already filled with tears. The corners of her eyes were tinged with a heartbreaking red, and her long eyelashes were wet, making her look exceptionally fragile.
A single, crystal-clear tear, finally unable to bear its weight, silently slid down her fair, flawless cheek.
"Clatter".
It felt as if it had struck Lin Zhou's heart.
Lin Zhou was stunned for a moment, then his heart tightened suddenly.
broken.
Did you sing so passionately that it reminded your wife of something sad?
Or perhaps... she was moved to tears?
Just as Lin Zhou was about to get up and go over to comfort the person, the cameraman Xiao Zhang finally realized what was happening.
He was so excited that he trembled all over. He grabbed the camera and rushed over, giving Su Qingge's tear-streaked face a close-up.
In the footage, the diva sheds tears, a breathtakingly beautiful sight.
That tear was like the perfect footnote to the song, instantly igniting the entire internet.