Hu Yang's latest song was another crowd-pleaser.
Zhu Xinyu's vocal ability, while not top-tier among the King of Singers, was still in the mid-tier.
Moreover, he was skilled at stage presence.
He interacted extensively with the audience,
directly hyping up the crowd.
...
Hu Yang was the last of the popular producers to return.
After his performance,
the venue gradually quieted down.
Everyone knew that
the appetizers were all served.
What followed was the long-awaited showdown for the championship!
"Please welcome the ace, Shen Jinghong!"
As the host announced Shen Jinghong's name,
a roar!
The audience erupted into thunderous applause.
Even setting aside his identity as Gu Yun, Shen Jinghong's performance in the city qualifiers was commendable.
He wasn't just skilled in ancient style music; during the regional qualifiers, he had also released several songs of other genres.
Although his results weren't as good as Ting Yu's, he had still showcased his all-around talent.
Coupled with his identity as Gu Yun,
his supporters had gained a group of loyal old fans.
At least from the current scene, the audience's applause and cheers were exceptionally loud.
"Hello everyone, I am Shen Jinghong, and also Gu Yun."
Shen Jinghong walked onto the stage, full of confidence.
He had originally planned to win the championship before revealing his identity as Gu Yun, but his mentor Mo Yan had exposed it early. Since that was the case, he decided not to hide it and openly admitted it.
If he couldn't play the underdog, he might as well make this identity useful.
"Gu Yun is awesome!"
"Go, defeat Ting Yu and make a name for yourself!"
"Gu Yun, your old fans are always supporting you!"
"There can only be one god in the ancient style circle, and that is you, Gu Yun!!"
Today, many of Gu Yun's fans had specifically bought tickets to attend.
After all, the name Gu Yun held significant meaning for the ancient style circle.
It was he who had brought the entire ancient style circle from niche to mainstream.
For those who had been in the circle early on, he garnered considerable goodwill.
He had talent and had made such a significant contribution to the ancient style circle, so it was natural for him to have loyal supporters.
Shen Jinghong, hearing the cheers from below,
felt a warmth spread through his heart.
So, apart from those fickle fans, there were still so many fans cheering for him.
That was enough.
Today,
I, Shen Jinghong, will absolutely not let down these fans who support me!!
"Next, leave it to me!"
He held the microphone, his voice filled with confident sincerity.
As his words fell,
the host stepped aside.
Then,
the curtain was drawn.
The stage lights gradually dimmed.
The prop masters skillfully pushed in set pieces, beginning to arrange the stage scene.
One minute later,
the curtain on stage was reopened.
The stage scene was set, featuring rockeries and pavilions.
It looked like a garden style from the Jiangnan region.
The prelude began,
the melodious sound of the Guqin carrying a hint of melancholy.
Dream Like Flying Flowers
Performed by: Gu Yun
Lyrics: Gu Yun
Music: Gu Yun
Since his identity had been exposed, Shen Jinghong was using the stage name Gu Yun this time.
Below the stage, the previously quiet audience erupted in excited chatter.
"Lyrics, music, and vocals all by Gu Yun, these three lines of text are as beautiful as a painting!"
"Haha, indeed. I feel like I've rediscovered the joy of listening to Gu Yun's songs from years ago; he sings well and writes songs brilliantly."
"I still remember when Gu Yun jokingly said he wouldn't let any singer make a single penny off him."
"The nostalgia is overwhelming! Gu Yun is our youth!"
The audience's discussion didn't last long.
On stage, snow began to fall. A woman in a snow-white Hanfu walked onto the corridor bridge. She exhaled and stood still, gazing afar in Shen Jinghong's direction.
This ancient style song also had a backstory!
"The wind and snow are like mist and flowers, the snow falls, as if past promises reached old age.
In the end, I gave my youth to her in vain, how much lingering attachment turned into flowing sand between my fingers..."
Shen Jinghong's vocal tone had a youthful quality.
This was his personal characteristic.
Although this song was a sad one, its combination with his youthful voice made it exceptionally harmonious.
It was as if a young man was reminiscing, telling his story娓娓道来.
"These few strokes of the story sketch only one her.
A pot of wine, a dream, a longing.
The dream is fleeting, spring, autumn, winter, summer, all in an instant..."
Shen Jinghong looked at the girl in the distance.
He sang softly,
longing.
regret.
helplessness.
All emotions accumulated, and then the accompaniment was suddenly joined by a long flute,
stirring goosebumps on many in the audience!
The gazing girl seemed to see Shen Jinghong, her eyes full of affection, yet she gritted her teeth and forced herself to look away.
As the flute sound faded, the song entered the climactic chorus!
"This deep winter is neither mist nor flower, I pick up the pen under the lamp.
Originally, the longing at this moment, this night, is entrusted to the reeds.
The person is like a dream, like a flower, a dream, waking up, unable to find her..."
At this moment,
Shen Jinghong's youthful tone disappeared.
His voice took on an aged quality.
As if time had traveled,
from youth to old age in an instant.
He wrote a letter in his heart to the woman he loved his entire life but could not be with.
The profound sense of powerlessness brought tears to the eyes of the audience.
Loving someone but not being able to be with them was truly the misfortune of life.
And Shen Jinghong's performance this time could be described as utterly stunning.
No wonder he had been so confident all along.
He had prepared such a powerhouse song!
For the second rendition, Shen Jinghong continued to sing with that aged tone.
The emotions were perfectly conveyed, and the audience was drawn into this poignant love story, unable to extricate themselves.
This was the magic of a live performance.
A concert was entirely different from watching TV or listening to music at home.
That feeling of shared emotion was something only a live audience could experience.
The song concluded.
The girl on stage had her hair whitened by the snow.
She sighed and slowly walked off the bridge.
Shen Jinghong's eyes were already teary.
He watched the exceptional girl, pursed his lips, and slowly reached out his hand, his expression of wanting to call out but being afraid to do so incredibly lifelike.
"Not bad."
Even Su Yu couldn't help but nod in admiration.
Shen Jinghong's song was of top-tier quality.
It had to be said that his title as the Music God's final disciple was not unfounded.
Boom!
As the stage lights illuminated again,
the audience erupted into earth-shattering cheers!
"Gu Yun is awesome!"
"As expected of Gu Yun, the storytelling is on point!"
"Wuwuwu... such a moving love story, loving someone but not being able to be with them, it's so tear-jerking!"
"Speaking of which, if Ting Yu doesn't have a powerhouse song to counter Shen Jinghong's incredible one, he might stumble..."
"Haha, I'm a Ting Yu fan, but why do I kind of hope he stumbles?"
"How mischievous! You just want Ting Yu to release more songs, right?"
"Ting Yu has become the Music God; he won't be releasing songs as frequently now. If he stumbles, he'll need to achieve twelve consecutive wins to become the Music God. This means after stumbling, he'll have three months to release songs at a rapid pace."
"Hearing you guys say that, I'm starting to look forward to Ting Yu stumbling too..."