Huayu 1987: Childhood Sweetheart Anfeng Qianmeizi

Chapter 93 Chen Lang's Moment of Fatality

Leslie Cheung smiled and offered some of his advice.

For example, in which sentence could you make your breathing more stable?

Which note transition can be handled more delicately?

Yao Beina listened very attentively and nodded repeatedly.

To receive personal guidance from this superstar was something she never dared to dream of.

After giving Yao Beina his instructions, Leslie Cheung turned his gaze to Chen Lang, his eyes sparkling with a hint of inexplicable curiosity.

A 9-year-old brother wrote a heart-wrenching love song for his teenage sister.

"Was this song written for her?"

Chen Lang knew exactly what he was thinking.

They immediately brought out Qiong Yao to replace the vat.

Leslie Cheung nodded in understanding, marveling at Chen Lang's genius while also unable to suppress a smile.

"You little brother, you really know how to torment your older sister."

"Are there any other songs? Were they all written for your sister?"

"Have you written any songs that you sing yourself?"

Chen Lang nodded and placed his fingers back on the piano keys.

I wrote a song for my mother.

The intro is a warm and simple melody.

"Little friend, do you have many questions?"

"Why is it that while others laugh in their mothers' arms, I lie in a warm box, crying very softly?"

Chen Lang's voice hasn't changed yet; his childlike voice is clear, his pronunciation is sharp, and his rhythm is excellent.

Especially the rap-style segments, which are refreshing.

He listened intently, a hint of emotion showing in his eyes.

When I heard the lyrics about a warm box and crying very softly, I thought of those things.

His expression changed slightly.

When singing the chorus.

Listen to your mother, don't let her get hurt.

"I want to grow up quickly so I can protect her."

The smile on Leslie Cheung's face slowly disappeared.

He turned his head and asked Yao Beina beside him in a low voice.

"Is what's described in these lyrics true?"

Yao Beina nodded and briefly recounted how Chen Lang was placed in an incubator for observation when he was born prematurely, and how Aunt Liu Xiaoli fed him as he grew up.

After listening, Leslie Cheung looked at the small figure sitting at the piano, singing earnestly, and a hint of affection appeared in his eyes.

The song ended.

The room was quiet.

Leslie Cheung sighed softly.

He walked up to Chen Lang and gently patted his head.

"Langlang, I really like this song. It's beautifully written and sung."

He looked at Chen Lang, then at Yao Beina and Liu Yifei.

"I might hold a comeback concert in Hong Kong in the second half of this year or next year."

"Would you be willing to attend my concert and be my guest performers?"

He extended a formal invitation very seriously.

Leslie Cheung always enjoyed mentoring talented younger generations.

He genuinely liked Chen Lang, this little genius.

Yao Beina was instantly overwhelmed with excitement.

Going to Hong Kong?

Attending Leslie Cheung's concert?

As a guest performer?

This was something she never dared to dream of.

She subconsciously looked at Chen Lang.

Chen Lang's fingers unconsciously traced across the piano keys.

"Uncle Zhang, thank you for your invitation."

"However, I may not be able to go for the time being."

He still had a smile on his face, but his voice was slightly lower.

"I get nervous and feel uncomfortable all over as soon as I get on stage."

"My uncle said it's called stage stress disorder, and the doctor said it will take some time to recover."

When this word was uttered, both Leslie Cheung and Florence Chan were stunned.

The expression on Leslie Cheung's face changed from anticipation to surprise, and finally to a trace of regret.

He sighed deeply, feeling even more sorry for the child.

"It's okay."

"The doctor is right, this condition can be overcome."

"You're still young, maybe you just haven't gotten used to big scenes yet."

Take your time, there's no rush.

He gently patted Chen Lang's shoulder, emphasizing his words.

"I believe that you and your sisters will become the most dazzling singers in the future."

"We'll see."

Leslie Cheung changed the subject, and a smile appeared on his face again.

"A great songwriter is much more talented than a singer."

"We singers have to beg them to write songs for us."

As he spoke, he made a fawning gesture toward Chen Lang.

"Teacher Chen, could you write a song for me too?"

"My Mandarin is not bad either."

That sight made Yao Beina and Chen Shufen laugh.

Chen Lang couldn't help but laugh.

Although he was just putting on an act, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

No wonder she's known for her good temper in the industry; her comforting words are truly heartwarming.

Liu Yifei, who had been quietly standing by, couldn't contain himself any longer.

She walked over, took Chen Lang's hand, and looked up at Leslie Cheung.

"It's okay if you don't sing."

"Langlang wants to learn acting from me."

"Just like Brother Jing and Rong'er, we are very capable."

Brother Jing and Rong'er.

The adults in the room laughed when this analogy was used.

Liu Yifei, however, thought they didn't believe her, and puffed out her cheeks.

He took a step forward and assumed a stance.

"ha!"

She let out a short shout.

"Old fool, what a jerk!"

He lunged forward and thrust out with his palm.

The movements were clean and efficient.

Then she quickly practiced a set of Black Dragon Eighteen Hands.

The little girl was agile and performed each move with great skill.

That earnestness of his really did have the air of a martial arts master.

But the names of the moves she called out made the expressions on Leslie Cheung and Florence Chan's faces turn somewhat strange.

In mainland China during the 1990s, these words may have only had their literal meaning.

However, in many restricted films in Hong Kong at that time, these words had already been given indescribable meanings.

So when this word comes out of the mouth of a pretty little girl, the scene and the feeling are just inexplicably awkward.

Chen Lang felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.

I cursed my own perverse sense of humor a thousand times over in my mind.

When I was teaching Liu Yifei the Black Dragon Eighteen Hands, I deliberately gave it all these random and nonsensical names just for fun.

Who would have thought that she would show it to her idol on this occasion?

Tai She died.

He rushed over and grabbed Liu Yifei's arm just before she was about to shout out the name of her next, even more outrageous move.

"Alright, alright."

He leaned close to Liu Yifei's ear.

"Stop shouting."

"It's very impolite to do that in front of guests."

Liu Yifei was engrossed in the game when she was interrupted, and she pouted somewhat unhappily.

However, she still said "Oh" and obediently stood next to Chen Lang.

Leslie Cheung and Florence Chan looked at each other in bewilderment.

They were all seasoned veterans, and during the heyday of Hong Kong martial arts films, there were many stuntmen with genuine skills.

The little girl's moves just now were quite impressive; it was clear she wasn't just playing around with fancy footwork.

Despite his young age, every move he made exuded a sharp and fierce aura.

This person definitely has real skills.

But the name of this move—

It's really hard to put into words.

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