A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

At this moment, the performance began.

The piano improvised a few chords.

The artists began to gently clink their glasses, the uneven clinking of the glasses ironically becoming the most natural percussion in the song.

Not perfectly neat, but just right.

Respect for Friendship

Respect for Impermanence

To every separation in life

……

Someone has their eyes closed.

Someone was looking up at the ceiling.

Some people held up their wine glasses as if they were holding up a stick of incense.

There was no conductor, and no unified vocal parts.

It was like a group of old friends who had a few drinks, chatting away.

This was the first time the audience had ever seen such a performance.

This doesn't feel like a live concert; it's more like a stage play.

The light fell casually on everyone.

"Respectfully forget"

Respect for the elderly

Respect for the boundless universe

Respect is terrifying

A tribute to distant journeys

Respect for betrayal

Respect for knowledge

A tribute to the first steps and the first flutter of the heart.

……

These words are like a needle; they don't prick.

But it will touch a corner of your heart that has been hidden for a long time.

"Respect the rules"

Respect order

Also respecting chaos and the destitute old age.

Respect for Lies

oath

A tribute to the survivors on the shore and the proud white geese.

……

A middle-aged man sitting in the front row took off his glasses, wiped them, put them back on, and whispered to the person next to him, "I've lived for decades, and this is the first time I've felt the word 'respect' carries such weight."

The person next to him nodded without saying anything, picked up his cup, took a sip, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

Even at the very end, the ending of the song remains quite casual.

"Respect ourselves!"

Yourself!

Within the order, a slightly altered version of oneself.

……

The piano lingered on a long note, humming softly.

As the last chord is pressed down, there's an indescribable sense of spontaneity on stage.

Half of the artists, slightly tipsy from half a glass of wine, had already forgotten whether they had sung the wrong part.

But nobody cares.

Perhaps because I had a few drinks, today's rehearsal was much more relaxed than yesterday's.

They finally understood why Su Fan had said he would know when he was drunk.

They looked at each other.

Someone patted the person next to them on the shoulder.

Someone raised their cup a little higher.

Everyone was laughing happily.

Like an old friend who has just spoken the truth.

A burst of applause erupted from the crowd.

Everyone was holding a cup.

Whether it's beer with golden foam.

It's still a whisky with a long finish.

A smile played on his lips.

But something was swirling in his eyes.

Someone shouted, "This is how people toast!"

The live stream chat was flooded with comments.

"I declare this the least like a performance I've ever seen, and also the most like real life!"

"This song isn't a performance; it's about living, living each day, living a lifetime!"

"Respect for absurdity, respect for reality, respect for Su Fan, and respect for these unpretentious people on stage!"

"If anyone ever says that a star-studded group performance is all pretentious and empty talk again, I'll throw this screen recording in their face!"

"As I was looking at it, I picked up my thermos and toasted myself!"

……

At this time, many people in the industry were also watching the live stream.

The impact on them was far greater than that on the average viewer.

They never imagined a song could be like this.

There was no neat formation.

There is no perfect harmony.

He even mispronounced the lyrics.

But that kind of energy can't be replicated no matter what.

Some people tried to mentally recreate this song in a proper concert hall.

Everyone was dressed in formal attire, standing on the stepped choir platform. The conductor waved his baton, and the vocal parts entered in unison.

But after thinking about it, he shook his head.

wrong.

This song has to be like this tonight.

Some people were standing, some were sitting, some were leaning against the wall, and some were holding their wine glasses crookedly. Voices came from different directions and then converged into one.

Without a little spontaneity, everything is lost.

At this time, in Kyoto, at the Ye family's old residence.

Today is Mr. Ye Beichen's birthday, and the whole family gathered together for a meal.

After the meal, everyone moved to the living room to drink tea.

Ye Wangcheng, the eldest son of the Ye family, and his wife left early due to other matters, leaving the old man Ye Beichen, the second son Ye Sicheng, Ye Sicheng's daughter Ye Yao, and his nephew Ye Xuan sitting on the sofa.

The old man leaned back in his chair, dozing off with his eyes half-closed.

After scrolling through her phone, Ye Yao said, "Recently, an extraordinary person has emerged in the industry, single-handedly boosting the cultural tourism of Sichuan, Jiangxi, and the three northeastern provinces."

Ye Sicheng, who was holding a teacup, raised his eyebrows upon hearing this: "You mean that Su Fan, right? I've heard about him too. Someone mentioned this young man during the meeting. His method of helping various provinces promote their cultural tourism is worth studying."

Ye Yao nodded: "I've looked at his information. He's quite legendary, like he suddenly appeared out of nowhere. I recently heard that he even became Qu Feiming's apprentice."

Ye Xuan leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and said nonchalantly, "If you think he's useful, give him a chance and let him work for us."

Ye Yao glanced at him: "If he were so easy to hire, he wouldn't still not have signed with any company."

Ye Xuan snorted: "He just wants to get a good price. Besides us, who else can give him the best opportunity to make the most of what he's done?"

Ye Yao shook her head: "Putting aside his influence on the cultural and tourism sectors of various provinces, just considering the quality of his songs, which entertainment company wouldn't want to compete with him? I've sent people to contact him before, but he turned them away every time."

Ye Xuan lowered his leg and leaned forward: "That means they don't appreciate kindness. If being soft doesn't work, they'll have to use force."

Ye Yao frowned, her tone becoming more serious: "Use your brain. He's someone every province's cultural and tourism bureau is trying to win over. You're going to try to force him? Do you believe they'll be the first to jump out and turn against you?"

Ye Xuan sneered, "How can he compare to us? The cultural and tourism sector is our territory. If it's not for our use, what's the point of keeping him around?"

Ye Sicheng put down his teacup and interrupted Ye Xuan, "Alright, Yao'er, arrange for someone to try to make contact with him again."

Ye Yao agreed, "Okay, I'll find a chance to see him."

Ye Xuan stood up, looking impatient: "I can't be bothered with such a small matter. I'm leaving."

After saying that, he walked towards the door.

Ye Sicheng watched his retreating figure, then turned to Ye Yao and said, "Yao'er, keep an eye on him, don't let him do anything reckless."

Ye Yao nodded: "Dad, don't worry, I'll keep an eye on him."

Ye Sicheng sighed: "The family business will eventually be handed over to him. Given his current state, we'll have to work on him."

Ye Yao said, "It's all because my uncle spoils him."

Ye Sicheng said, "Xiao Xuan was in poor health when he was young. He was the only son in the family, so it was only right to spoil him."

At this moment, Ye Beichen, who had been dozing off nearby, suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Xiao Xuan's personality isn't suited to take over the family affairs. You should train Yao'er more."

Ye Sicheng was taken aback: "Yao'er will get married sooner or later. The only one who can take over the family business is Xiao Xuan. He is the only male heir of this generation."

The old man waved his hand, his tone somewhat impatient: "What era are we living in? Stop talking about that stuff. I don't care, but you, as his father, are being pretentious."

Ye Yao quickly said, "Grandpa, I will assist Ye Xuan. The family has such a big business, it should be handed over to him in the end."

Ye Beichen glanced at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of pity and understanding: "Yao'er, I know your abilities, and I know Xiao Xuan well too. If you really care, wait until Xiao Xuan has children in the future, and then you can choose a successor properly."

Ye Sicheng didn't want to argue anymore and said, "Let's talk about this later. I can still manage for another 10 or 20 years. By then, Xiao Xuan will be all grown up."

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