Chарtеr 14: Singing Yоur Оwn Sоng Is а Good Тhing, Nо Nееd tо Worry Abоut Вeing Bеaten
“Ваi Хinуао aсtuаllу chоse tо sing herself аgаin???”
When Luо Qingxu sаw Ваi Xinуаo tаkе thе stаgе tо рerfоrm pеrsоnally, she was quitе surprisеd. Thе sесоnd round’s scоres werе еsреciаlly сrucial—didn’t shе wаnt tо win?
Вut uрon сareful thought, Ваi Хinуаo’s singing ability wаs indееd amоng the bеst of the nеw gеnеrаtion.
If she hеrsеlf had that lеvel of skill, shе wоuld dеfinitеly shоwсase it confidently. Aftеr all, thе vаluе оf а purе songwriter was fаr less thаn that оf a singеr-songwriter.
That stage should have been made for me! Damn it (＝.＝), why am I tone-deaf? I really want to go on stage and sing!
I wonder if any of the mentors will graciously invite me to perform this time?
Luo Qingxu’s thoughts drifted further and further off track—her wildly imaginative and boundless creativity was unmatched.
Soon, it was Luo Qingxu’s team’s Turn to take the stage.
【(Emoji: Confetti) ×3 Look Forward To! Let’s welcome Little Master Luo】
【I fell for her after “Divination”—what song will Little Master Luo bring this time?】
【Everyone is so strong this round, I’m a bit worried for Little Master Luo.】
【(Emoji: Fireworks) ×3 Let’s welcome Miss Luo to the stage】
Since she didn’t have to go on stage, Luo Qingxu, who was watching the livestream on her phone simultaneously: ╰(°▽°)╯, as expected of me—I actually have fans after just 10 days apart.
The backdrop resembled a vast landscape painting, with layers of verdant mountains and mist-shrouded clouds.
At the center of the stage was an open space, surrounded by exquisite traditional instruments like the guqin, pipa, and xiao.
Zhen Chang and Zhou Yicheng, dressed in Hanfu, stood at the center of the stage, with a group of dancers behind them wearing elegant dance costumes, flowing skirts, and classical hair accessories.
As the melodious prelude music Rang Out, the dancers’ steps shifted with the rise and fall of the music, light as the wind, graceful and gentle.
Zhen Chang:
One morning, flowers bloom by the willow, seeking fragrance, I mistakenly find the pavilion lord
Drinking in the morning glow for half a day, wind and rain cannot penetrate
Zhou Yicheng:
Once the palace grows thin and gaunt, the high terrace’s icy tears hard to flow
After sending the brocade letter, I suddenly look back—no more years to steal
As the music progressed, the stage lighting shifted unpredictably, sometimes soft, sometimes bright, perfectly blending with the music and dance.
Every turn, every leap, was as beautiful as poetry. Their dance costumes fluttered in the air, like colorful butterflies dancing gracefully.
Zhen Chang:
Last night, rain sparse, wind sudden, deep sleep cannot dispel lingering wine
I ask the curtain-raiser, who says the crabapple remains the same
Do you know, do you know
It should be green plump, red thin
Zhou Yicheng:
Last night, rain sparse, wind sudden, deep sleep cannot dispel lingering wine
Together:
I ask the curtain-raiser, who says the crabapple remains the same
In this beautiful moment, time seemed to stand still. The ancient-style music intertwined with the dancers’ movements, and the audience was deeply captivated, as if transported to another world.
They felt as if they were personally experiencing the deep courtyard and unchanged crabapple blossoms described by Li Qingzhao, sensing the poet’s nostalgia and helplessness toward beautiful times, as well as her lament and sorrow over life’s impermanence.
Zhen Chang:
Do you know
Zhou Yicheng:
Do you know
Together:
It should be green plump, red thin
The Song Ends, and when the host said, “Let’s invite songwriter Luo Qingxu to come to the front of the stage,” those who had been immersed in the rhythm seemed As If Awakening from a Dream.
“It was truly beautiful. It transported us back to that ancient world filled with poetry and classical charm.”
Ye Maowen felt that the younger generation was truly formidable, and words of praise flowed from him without a second thought.”The arrangement of the song incorporates traditional instruments such as the xiao and string instruments, giving it a more distinct Chinese style and enhancing its emotional expressiveness and appeal.
It can be said that this was a perfect expression.” Xu Xianqing also praised Luo Qingxu’s performance on this program.
“Aside from the poetry itself, with lines like ‘Once the flowers bloom beside the willow, seeking fragrance leads to the pavilion lord,’ your extended lyrics resonate with Li Qingzhao’s original verses,
allowing us to appreciate the delicate and graceful beauty of ancient Chinese poetry.” Lyricist and Composer Fu Yu also readily gave positive feedback.
When it was Ye Yi’s turn, Luo Qingxu’s eyes sparkled intensely as she stared, her eagerness couldn’t have been more obvious.
Ye Yi’s expression noticeably paused. Avoiding Luo Qingxu’s gaze, she focused her comments on how well Zhen Chang and Zhou Yicheng’s clear, pure voices matched the song.
【LOL! The look Luo Qingxu gave Ye Yi—is she hoping Ye Yi will give her another live performance opportunity?】
【Hahaha! Look at Ye Yi’s obvious avoidance. Last time was a miscalculation, but this time it’s absolutely impossible.】
【I can totally interpret Luo Qingxu’s expressions: When she first stared at Ye Yi: Sis, another chance? When Ye Yi gave her comments: So unfortunate! No chance?】
【Let her sing! Let her sing! We love listening!】
In the live stream comments, everyone was laughing, and some were just stirring up trouble and cheering recklessly.
At the Luo family villa, Dad Luo Chengming and Mom Luo Ming Yayu sat side by side on an elegant sofa, their gazes fixed intently on the television screen before them.
A hint of pride was Revealed in Luo Chengming’s expression as he gently patted the back of his wife’s hand.
“It seems our little sister has found her own path. It’s no wonder she’s been so restless since childhood.”
“Indeed! The quality of her recent Works has been quite good. I particularly liked the dance in ‘Divination.’ The child she found to dance with has a lot of spirit.”
Ming Yayu smiled softly, her eyes glowing with maternal affection as she nodded gently.
“Why hasn’t she given up yet? She still loves singing as much as ever…”
Luo Chengming couldn’t help but fall into deep thought, filled with confusion:
As the Song God himself, his singing could tug at Heartstrings, and while Ming Yayu wasn’t a professional singer, her voice was quite pleasant. Logically, their daughter Luo Qingxu shouldn’t lack musical talent.
Yet the reality was that when Luo Qingxu sang, her pitch was completely off, and her sense of melody was utterly chaotic—almost unbearable to listen to.
What was even more amusing and frustrating was her intense passion for singing. She often hummed and sang enthusiastically, completely oblivious to how off-key she was.
This persistence and love for music left others feeling both helpless and sympathetic. It truly remained an unsolved mystery in their genetic inheritance.
“It’s all because you and Huanhuan kept dragging her into the recording studio every day,” Ming Yayu playfully tapped Luo Chengming’s chest.
“Who would have thought she’d end up taking the creative route? In this family, she’s truly one of a kind. But that’s a good thing—singing her own songs means she won’t get criticized!”
Luo Chengming absolutely refused to admit that he was afraid of hearing his own hit songs sung off-key.
Every time he heard his daughter enthusiastically singing his famous tracks, Luo Chengming struggled internally, repeatedly reminding himself:
She’s my own flesh and blood! She’s my own flesh and blood! Being tone-deaf isn’t her fault—it’s mine! It’s mine!
Only then could he barely suppress the urge to scold her.Later, when their eldest daughter Luo Qinghuan debuted, the number of victims doubled, and the burden was shared, which slightly balanced Luo Chengming’s psyche.
“Honey, look, the children have grown up. It was just a rebellious phase before. Please be magnanimous. This week…”
Seeing that Ming Yayu was in a good mood, Luo Chengming felt the timing was right and cautiously pleaded for Luo Qingxu.
“Enough, no more! That temperament of hers was spoiled by you. We can’t use teenage rebellion as an excuse for everything. She must still be punished!”
Mentioning this made Ming Yayu angry. What a terrible child, acting without any sense of proportion—she even used her grandfather’s Work as a bet. If she isn’t taught a lesson, who knows what outrageous things she might do in the future.
Luo Chengming… promptly shut his mouth, hesitating to speak, wanting to say something but not daring to:
When it comes to spoiling the children, we’re both equally guilty—the pot calling the kettle black.
But as a clever man, now was not the time to provoke his wife’s anger, or he’d be the one to suffer.