BXBX NOVEL Chapter 252 - 252: 121 White Clothes (First Watch of the Night)
Chapter 252 - 252: 121 White Clothes (First Watch of the Night)
It’s each and every fan who came from thousands of miles away to be at the scene.
It’s the tens of thousands of people waiting eagerly on the live stream.
In the instant Qu Feitai’s voice hit the ground, all the passion soared like a firework, igniting in an instant.
Cheers and screams surge like tidal waves, sweeping over everything.
In the midst of countless expectant gazes, the boy sat on a high stool with a standing mic before him, adjusting his guitar.
The stadium was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop, as if even breathing would disturb that boy.
The crisp sound of the strings traveled through the microphone to every corner of the scene, the nerve in one’s brain tightened further, focused intently on the dark figure on stage.
The large screen next to the stage revealed the boy’s face, his handsome and deep features striking every pair of eyes on the HD screen.
“I dedicate this White Clothes to you.”
The boy plucked away on the guitar, the uplifting melody like winter sunlight and summer night breeze, lifting everyone’s mood.
Music has this kind of magic, simple notes able to move one’s heart and soul as if forgetting all one’s woes and immersing oneself in the creator’s woven world.
“The cicadas by the roadside keep calling, the bustling summer streets crowded for miles…
The boy’s clear and gentle voice like a fine wine, eloquently narrated. “Blazing sun and passionate winds, gentle waves and subdued fragrance.” The scenery of summer unfolds like a painting before one’s eyes.
“Bamboo green, lotus fragrant, fleeting years, twilight approached.” “The fragrance of summer trees gone, a startled egret’s reflection appears.”
“Mount Emei’s cloudlike hair seems mirrored, abundant green mountains guide the return.”
The lively melody reached its climax and suddenly turned into tender restraint, as if full of thoughts with nowhere to share.
“Spring flowers and autumn moons are all unworldly beauties, summer days and winter snow share the white-haired years.”
“There are trees in the mountains with branches all around, who in this world is worthy of white clothes?”
That line about trees in the mountains with branches all around, sung with a sigh that knots one’s guts, silently joyful and melancholic.
As for the part “who in this world is worthy of white clothes,” it suddenly turned fierce and disdainful, shaking people’s hearts and minds.
In the audience’s mind’s eye, a girl in white appeared, cool and refreshing amidst the summer sun.
Her beauty transcended that of spring flowers and autumn moons, worth a thousand years at a glance, only to lament the brevity of time.
Trees in the mountains have branches all around, my heart delights in you without you knowing-
Aside from you, no one in this world deserves those white clothes.
The tender final note hung in the air above the stadium, tens of thousands of eyes on site and millions more watching the live stream were quiet and still, immersing themselves in the song, unable to snap back to reality.
Qu Feitai, synonymous with the cutting edge trend, his music style varied – it could be positive and energetic, or boldly avant-garde. He could master both metal rock and ethnic wind instruments, freely switching between multiple styles. He was a musical genius, a king of songs.
But fans and audiences heard him sing with such a tender voice for the first time, as if it were a dream he was afraid to disturb. Hence, when the singing ceased, no one dared to applaud for a long time.
This was an amazing song, but the atmosphere weighed heavy on everyone, whether influenced by the bitter atmosphere in the song or their natural, physical intuition.
As the saying goes, all women are inherently sensitive, especially in this regard – everyone is a Sherlock Holmes.
“This song is really good, it reminded me of the boy I had a crush on in high school… I don’t know why, but I just wanted to cry as I listened to it.”
Awaking from a dream, while the fans on site remained enthralled by the mood, the fans online were in an uproar.
Throughout the song, Qu Feitai had not looked at the audience, his long eyelashes covering his eyelines, obscuring the depths of his eyes. No one could see the intoxicating tenderness hidden beneath.
The concert ended at that very moment.
The stage plunged into darkness, and the boy who sang and played was lost from sight.
Qu Feitai had always been a man of few words, even at his own concert, speaking only a few words, giving his best energy to share wonderful singing and dancing, was the best reward for his fans.
It was only then that the fans on site began to react slowly, as if suddenly opening Pandora’s Box, stirring up a disturbance.
“This White Clothes song is so good, the brother’s voice is so gentle, and the lyrics are well-written, it’s amazing! I’m going to play it on loop a thousand times when I get home..”