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The deep piano chords slowly spread through the activity room.

This violin is indeed quite old.

The resonance is a bit rough, and the sound of some keys is even a little harsh.

But it is precisely this imperfection that adds a layer of worn-out color to the melody, a color etched by the passage of time.

The first part was sung along with the piano music.

A few bars later, Fang Yu's hands crossed between the black and white keys, and the melody naturally descended, transitioning into the second section.

The singing then began.

"To the past, I put pen to paper."

"The vast yellow earth of the East..."

There was no showing off.

There was no deliberate dragging out of the last syllable or trying to add any sense of vicissitude to the character.

He pronounced every word clearly and sang very steadily.

That thickness was something that a young man in his twenties couldn't possibly bear.

Beneath its weighty exterior lies a youthful energy and drive.

The composure of the old days, the sharpness of the new era.

The two forces twisted together, yet there was no conflict whatsoever.

"In the landscape, ink is splashed and wiped away."

"All that can be seen is the rugged spirit of the Chinese nation."

Loess, mountains and rivers, ink splashes.

The rugged spirit buried deep in the mountains and rivers is also carried by these two lines of lyrics.

The sound of the piano continued to sink.

"The Forbidden City, the Gate of Divine Might—"

"Countless vicissitudes have forged the spirit of China!"

As the two lines of lyrics were sung clearly and precisely, Shen Weimin's breathing became lighter.

He slowly closed his eyes.

All that flashed through his mind were the documentary clips he had watched countless times during this period.

Shenwu Gate, red walls.

The central axis running north to south.

The faded beams and pillars, the palace gates under repair, and the centuries-old palace complex closing in layers under the setting sun.

Lyrics, music, and visuals.

The three parts fit together perfectly, like a mortise and tenon joint.

The piano tempo began to increase.

Fang Yu exerted force with all ten fingers simultaneously, pushing the heavy chords upwards layer by layer.

"I inherit and deeply cultivate the culture."

"Break through the changing circumstances to turn the tide!"

The vocal range suddenly spiked.

The chorus explodes!

"These dragon scales, once, fell to the ground with a clang like shattered ice—"

When he shouted that, Old Zhou's scalp tingled instantly.

Previously in the conference room, their biggest concern was that Fang Yu was too young.

The Forbidden City carries six hundred years of history.

In their conventional understanding, such national-level cultural projects should be supported by those veteran national team members who have been guarding the Spring Festival Gala for many years.

He has solid singing skills and extensive experience.

The sound itself carries the weight of time.

But as he listened to Fang Yu's performance, Lao Zhou quickly went through the shortlist in his mind.

Then, one by one, they tore them all up.

wrong.

No one would feel right!

The singing skills of those national team singers are beyond doubt, and their presence is absolutely commanding.

But Fang Yu is different.

His voice had a burning vitality.

He doesn't seem to be standing six hundred years in the future lamenting history.

It's more like walking on broken ice, traversing six hundred years of wind and rain.

Let us take over that ever-burning flame of civilization and move forward together!

Looking back, but not trapped in the past.

This youthful vigor is what truly makes the song indispensable!

"A single scale, a single heart; from small beginnings, great things can be achieved—I firmly believe..."

"To raise the nation's head high and revive it once more—"

The sound of the zither surged forth.

Like a mighty river flowing, and like a long wind sweeping over the palace walls that have stood for six hundred years.

Fang Yu's voice transcends time, bringing out the most stunning ending of the entire song!

"Wander the heavens and earth, in search of dragon scales!"

"The bloodline of the dragon grows into a lush forest—"

The last word fell.

Fang Yu pressed down hard on the chord.

The next second, his hands deftly left the piano keys and casually rested on his knees.

The lingering sound swirled twice in the small activity room before gradually dissipating.

The room was eerily quiet; no one clapped, and no one dared to utter a sound.

Shen Weimin kept his eyes closed, while Lao Zhou remained rooted to the spot.

The literary and historical advisors remained silent.

They were reviewing it word by word in the meeting room just now.

But only now do they truly understand the weight these lyrics carry when placed within the melody.

Standing at the door, Liu Yifei's heart was pounding.

Her gaze remained fixed on the figure in front of the piano.

It's clearly the same person.

I would take her to a convenience store to eat oden.

He would talk nonsense with a straight face in the Forbidden City.

They might even run for their lives all over the living room because of a pair of gray overalls.

But the moment Fang Yu sat down at the old piano and his ten fingers touched the keys, he changed completely.

It was so dazzling that you couldn't take your eyes off it.

An irrepressible sense of pride welled up from the bottom of Liu Yifei's heart.

She didn't say anything.

She simply smiled slightly and hugged the coat she was holding tighter.

In complete silence.

Fang Yu flexed his wrists a couple of times and looked around.

After waiting for a long time, no one said a word.

He cleared his throat.

"Um..."

The crowd gradually came to their senses.

Fang Yu raised his hand and patted the piano lid, looking very serious.

"A few keys on this piano don't rebound very smoothly; they get stuck a couple of times in the middle."

"Conditions are limited."

"Teachers, just take this with a grain of salt."

In a single sentence, the experts, who were still immersed in the 600-year history of the past, were pulled back to reality.

Old Zhou suddenly raised his head.

"Snapped!"

He slammed the broken ballpoint pen in his hand heavily onto the table next to him.

"improvise?!"

"If this is considered passable, then half of the composers in the domestic music scene could be lining up to jump into the moat right now!"

He rushed to the piano and stared at Fang Yu, pressing her for answers:

"You just said that you composed this piece while writing the lyrics?"

"yes."

Fang Yu was completely at ease.

"It's mainly because the lyrics flowed too smoothly."

"The melody just keeps playing in my head."

"I just added it as I was writing."

"..."

Old Zhou clutched his chest.

At that moment, he truly felt like he was about to have a heart attack.

smoothly?

Such a long song, and it's just a piece of cake for you to sing?

He led the top professional team in the country and spent more than half a month working in the studio.

As a result, they didn't even deliver a melodic motif that satisfied Shen Weimin.

Fang Yu is doing well.

ten minutes.

The lyrics and music were both excellent, and it was a perfect score.

And now you're casually telling him—it was just something I did on the spur of the moment?

Old Zhou opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

At that moment, he suddenly realized that the past two weeks had not been spent on artistic creation at all.

He was simply giving a real-life interpretation of the phrase "dimensional reduction attack".