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In the quiet studio, the sound of a piano rose like raindrops.

It is austere, restrained, and carries a sense of historical weight.

On the large screen, black and white images slowly appeared.

That was a street a hundred years ago, a place where young students raised their arms and shouted slogans, a turbulent old era.

Fang Yu stood under the spotlight and slowly raised the microphone.

That year, you were the same age as me.

"So young, like a naive song."

"But in order to create that new world of dreams."

You turned and hurriedly walked into the storm.

He didn't deliberately show off his skills; his voice was very soft, as if he were whispering to someone in a distant time and space.

In the live stream, the rapidly scrolling comments suddenly slowed down.

Everyone was captivated by the opening four lines and Fang Yu's performance.

Backstage.

Liu Yifei stood in front of the monitor, her fingertips slightly clenched.

She suddenly understood.

Why did Fang Yu insist on wearing this modified Zhongshan suit?

This isn't just about looking cool, nor is it about striking a pose.

He was paying tribute to the youth of that era in his own way.

He wasn't acting.

He was having a dialogue with that indomitable era across time.

On stage, Fang Yu's singing voice slowly progressed.

"I see millions of lovely you."

"Without looking back, we rushed into the depths of the smoke and fire."

"How many youthful figures have disappeared into the night?"

"In exchange for the dawn..."

Emotions piled up, a mixture of heartache, admiration, and indescribable feelings of gratitude.

The black-and-white images on the big screen kept intersecting with his tall, upright figure.

At this moment, the two timelines seemed to truly overlap.

In the control room.

Director Li Rui stared at Fang Yu on the main monitor, even slowing his breathing.

Chen, the planner next to him, had completely put down his work, leaned back in his chair, and listened with his eyes closed.

The song exceeded their initial expectations.

They originally wanted an uplifting anthem for youth.

But what Fang Yu gave was an echo of an era spanning a century!

The scale of their vision is so vast that they are on completely different levels.

"I look up at the starry sky you have seen."

"To meet again after a century."

"The smile you gave me before you turned away."

"I understand..."

The chorus suddenly bursts forth!

Fang Yu's long-suppressed emotions burst forth like water from a burst dam, instantly piercing through the barriers of time.

That was the most solemn response from the younger generation to their predecessors.

I understand.

I understand why you set off in the first place.

I also understand why this vast land beneath my feet has achieved such splendor and prosperity today!

Front row of the studio.

An elderly man with a full head of white hair silently took off his reading glasses and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with the back of his trembling hand.

There's an old scar on the back of my hand; I don't know when it was left.

The old man was sitting next to his grandson, a young man who had just started college.

The young man was playing on his phone.

At this moment, his phone was already tucked into his lap, and he stared blankly at the stage.

He couldn't quite describe what that feeling was like.

I felt as if there was a fire in my chest, as if something had set it ablaze.

His nose felt sore from the heat.

I get it... I finally understand what this outfit means!

This isn't just a song, it's a chronicle of a century of glorious history! I'm crying my eyes out!

[So many youthful figures disappeared into the night, only to be replaced by the dawn... I burst into tears!]

These are the songs that should be played at a May Fourth Youth Day gala! These are the songs that we, the youth, should be listening to!

Center stage.

Fang Yu closed his eyes slightly, completely immersing himself in the depths of the melody.

He seemed to truly see those frail figures running through the wind and rain.

They were the same age as today's young people, yet they resolutely stepped into the smoke of battle and into the distance.

He longed to tell them in person.

The new China that you all fought so hard to see back then.

Today, the mountains and rivers are safe and sound, and the country is prosperous and the people live in peace.

really beautiful.

"I look up at the starry sky you have seen."

"The earth beneath our feet has changed time and space."

"The touch of red you left behind, swaying in the wind."

"In my heart, in my heart..."

Fang Yu sang the last two words very softly, like a sigh that transcends time.

The piano notes faded away quietly.

The stage returned to darkness.

In the studio, applause had already erupted impatiently!

Splash!

Thunderous applause erupted from all directions!

Enduring!

In the control room, Director Li Rui let out a long sigh of relief.

He picked up the walkie-talkie, his voice trembling.

"Lights on!"

"The host is ready to go on stage!"

The lights came back on, and the host walked onto the stage with slightly red eyes. He even forgot to take out his cue cards and relied solely on the instincts of a professional host to organize his thoughts.

"Thank you... thank you Fang Yu."

"The song 'Misplaced Time and Space' took us on a dialogue that spanned a century."

"I think this is not just a tribute, but also a weighty legacy."

The applause rang out again, even more enthusiastic than before.

Backstage.

As soon as Fang Yu stepped off the stage, Liu Yifei quickly approached him in her high heels.

Without saying anything, she simply handed over the thermos cup with the lid unscrewed.

Fang Yu tilted his head back and took a sip of water, then grinned at Liu Yifei's red-rimmed eyes.

"How was your singing?"

Liu Yifei nodded vigorously, her beautiful eyes filled with tears.

She had a million words of praise she wanted to say.

But when the words came out, she felt they were too weak to describe how she felt backstage.

Finally, she simply looked directly into Fang Yu's eyes and uttered the three most resolute words.

"Extremely good."

Fang Yu raised his chin.

"Alright, it's time for our fairy sister to blow up the atmosphere."

"come on!"

Liu Yifei took a deep breath and straightened her back.

"Don't worry, I can handle things."

She turned around decisively, her crescent-white skirt drawing a beautiful arc in the passageway, and strode towards the spotlight.

Sister Hong quickly followed, still whispering some instructions to herself.

Fang Yu leaned lazily against the wall of the passageway.

Watching that white figure walk further and further away, growing brighter and brighter with each step.

The smile on my lips just wouldn't go away.

Go ahead, fairy sister.

"Misplaced Time and Space" is a retrospective.

The next song is "Forward".

It is a declaration of youth that belongs to every young person, a youth that remains clear, firm, and passionate after weathering countless storms...