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"I still can't do it..."

Tang Yu glanced at the upcoming song "Ten Years," then his gaze returned to the new song charts.

He didn't mean to side with outsiders, and the clash with Yu Wei's album was unintentional, but he did want to test his skills against this guy.

That's how many things are. Even if you know the other party is very strong, or even stronger than yourself, you might not be able to come back, but you still want to try it yourself.

To be honest, Tang Yu wasn't very clear about Yu Wei's abilities. He specialized in international music and didn't pay much attention to the Chinese music scene.

By the time Yu Wei heard this name, he had already grown into a behemoth. Unbeknownst to him, an extraordinary figure had emerged in the country.

He was well aware of the limitations of the Chinese music scene, so he had always wanted to find out more about this person, but unexpectedly, he ended up with this unexpected result.

However, the result of the first confrontation was not optimistic. Even with the work of Sakura's gold medal producer, he still failed to shake Yu Wei in the slightest.

He had also listened to "Nine Children" and found it to be top-notch in both composition and performance. Tang Yu was convinced of its excellence, though he felt a little regretful.

He had always heard that Yu Wei's singing skills were very solid. Rather than competing with Shen Yutong, he would rather have a personal duel with Yu Wei so that he could finally give up on her completely.

"This is the last song, so please make sure you get my wish."

Tang Yu gave a wry smile, then clicked on the final track of the digital album, the last song, "Ten Years".

The piano intro is so clean it's almost cold; a few simple chord progressions create a quiet atmosphere, yet it has an indescribable charm.

Then, that voice rang out—Yu Wei's voice.

Tang Yu had heard many of Yu Wei's songs, but only now did he realize that the feeling of hearing her voice as an opponent was completely different.

It is relaxed, profound, and effortless, yet every inch reveals control; the flow of breath, the emphasis of each word, is unbelievably perfect.

If those two words hadn't trembled

I won't notice that I'm in pain.
How to say it

It's just a breakup.

Tang Yu closed his eyes and leaned back involuntarily, as if trying to avoid this overly direct intrusion.

The sound is all-pervasive, and the lyrics are like the simplest carving knife. There are no fancy words or fancy metaphors. They simply tell a story about loss, regret, and how time washes away intimacy into estrangement.

Individually, those sentences seem unremarkable, but under Yu Wei's singing, each word embedded in such a melody carries immense weight.

"If there are no requirements for tomorrow"

Holding hands is like traveling.

Thousands of doorways

Someone always has to go first.

Tang Yu's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly. The details in Yu Wei's voice were magnified, as if cleverly wrapped in a perfect sense of space, not harsh, but reaching straight to the heart.

Many people overlook one point: in fact, he also handled the arrangement of every song, making Yu Wei a true all-rounder.

His memories rewinded uncontrollably. Ten years ago, he felt that the Chinese music scene had fallen into a blind spot, so he resolutely chose to devote himself to international music.

Unexpectedly, ten years later, a Chinese singer presented him with something that truly impressed him... Yes, Yu Wei is different.

Since you can't tease someone while holding them in your arms
Why not when leaving?

He was enjoying it while tears streamed down his face.

Emotions were building up, and the undercurrents were accelerating. Yu Wei's breathing control was exquisite, with no abrupt breaths, only pauses set up to meet emotional needs.

Those pauses are more subtle than the singing itself, like a black hole that sucks away all the sound, but allows the lyrics that follow to crash into the heart with even stronger momentum.

Ten years ago

I do not know you

You don't belong to me

We're still the same, staying by the side of a stranger.

Yu Wei did not suddenly raise the pitch, but instead used an incredible "crescendo" method, starting from a slightly hoarse chest voice and gradually increasing the sound pressure.

This performance left Tang Yu with extremely mixed feelings, even a touch of jealousy.

The word "belongs to" was used by Yu Wei with an unusually brief yet sharp angry tone, illuminating all the lingering resentment that had been worn down by time, before disappearing again.

When he said, "We are still the same," his voice suddenly carried a strange "weary tenderness," a desolation that saw through everything, more devastating than any fierce accusation.

This singing skill is top-notch, even internationally. Tang Yu's lips were a little dry. He had gotten what he asked for, but he wasn't happy that Yu Weizhen was personally doing it...

The framework of "Ten Years" is excellent. The melody avoids all obscure intervals, and with its exquisite rhythmic handling and Yu Wei's ingenious embellishments, it becomes endlessly charming.

The ambiguity in the lyrics is even more ingenious. What are those two words? They're not said. Why can't we find a reason to embrace anymore? They're not explained.

It provides a clear emotional sketch, but leaves the choice of coloring it entirely to the listener.

Everyone can project their own decade, their own two words, their own "gentleness" and "reasons" into it.

This widespread resonance cannot be achieved through esoteric artistic exploration; it requires an almost instinctive ability to capture and refine universal emotions.

Whether in terms of singing skills or songwriting, Yu Wei is far ahead of other musicians in the Chinese music scene. Perhaps only he can truly go international.

As the last note faded, its lingering resonance slowly dissipated in the quiet room. He leaned back in his chair, remaining motionless for a long time.

Just as he was convinced and was about to continue reflecting, the music automatically skipped to the next song.

The familiar melody instantly broke the heavy and tense atmosphere, and Tang Yu seemed to wake up with a start, his eyes fixed on the player.

[From "Next Year Today," by Yu Wei.]

Same song? Tang Yu clicked play almost subconsciously.

The piano intro flows out, exactly the same as "Ten Years", yet... completely different.

It's still the same few chords, but the arrangement seems to have been deliberately darkened by a degree, and the piano touch sounds heavier.

Then, Yu Wei's voice rang out again.

It's Cantonese.

Tang Yu's Cantonese listening comprehension wasn't top-notch, but it was enough to understand the gist of the sentence.

The very first sentence felt like an invisible icy needle piercing his spine, causing him to sit up straight in his chair.

"If this chandelier were to cascade down..."
Or perhaps I will no longer exist...

A chandelier cascading down? It won't exist? An image, almost violent and pointing directly to destruction, crashes down upon us.

There is no subtle, lyrical opening like "trembling" or "discomfort," but instead a concrete image with a strong sense of drama and oppression.

Yu Wei's voice has also changed. In the unique nine tones and six pitches of Cantonese, his pronunciation is harder, carrying a feeling of impending despair, which is completely different from the gentle sadness in "Ten Years".

Not only are the lyrics different but the melody is the same; this song, "Next Year Today," completely breaks out of the framework of "Ten Years" and the emotions are even more intense.

He did it, and he did it so thoroughly.

Yu Wei completely broke away from the interpretation of "Ten Years" and used a completely different tone, timbre, and phrasing to interpret this "familiar yet strange".

As the last line of "Next Year Today" slowly fades away, the lingering sound of the strings recedes like a cold tide, leaving only a more spacious and empty silence.

Tang Yu sat motionless in the chair, the light from the music player reflecting on his somewhat dazed face.

Yu Wei was far more terrifying than he had imagined...

Not only did he lose, but Mr. Yamada also lost.

Over the years, he has met many legendary musicians internationally, but none of them seem to have impressed him as much as Yu Wei.

Could it be that Yu Wei is stronger than all of them? (End of Chapter)