Don't call me a singing god, I just want to go back to doing scientific research.

As soon as he finished speaking, the lively noise at the scene seemed to be abruptly cut off by an invisible hand.

Whispers arose from all directions, converging into a noisy undercurrent.

"What is that? Foxtail grass on the hillside?"

"Did I hear that right? People still give songs such tacky names these days?"

"Hahaha, is this supposed to be a joke? Did you wander onto the wrong set? Welcome to the 'Rural Grand Stage' next door!"

"Is this guest challenger out of their mind? Are they desperate for fame?!"

The director clearly also keenly captured this strange atmosphere, the camera sweeping across the bewildered yet somewhat mocking faces in the audience, and finally lingering for an extra second on the equally confused expressions of the mentors.

Gu Yang curled his lip and said, "They don't know anything."

Ling Luo tilted her head slightly in surprise, then smiled, reached out and placed her hand on the back of his hand, giving it a light squeeze.

Gu Yang's restless heartbeat inexplicably calmed down. He took a deep breath and fixed his gaze firmly on the stage again.

The large screen split in two, and a beam of spotlight fell, revealing Feng Yuxi's figure within the circle of light.

He had a refined appearance, unlike Gu Yang's flamboyant and eye-catching demeanor, or Ling Luo's calm and aloof nature, but rather a clean and gentle neighborly temperament.

Her simple white T-shirt and jeans stood in stark contrast to the glamorous costumes of the singers before her.

Feng Yuxi stood quietly in the center of the stage, holding the microphone. The unfriendly comments from the audience did not seem to affect him. However, the knuckles of his hand holding the microphone were so tightly clenched that they bulged slightly.

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He closed his eyes, then opened them again, turned his head, and nodded slightly towards the backstage area.

In an instant, the lights in the entire venue changed.

The song information was clearly displayed on the large screen at the back of the stage.

Foxtail Grass on the Slope

Singer: Feng Yuxi (Lu Runze)

Lyrics: Luo Mu (Jiang Hui)

Composer: Luo Mu (Lu Runze)

The clamor that had just erupted at the scene abruptly ceased, as if someone had grabbed its throat.

Dead silence.

If the silence just now was one of bewilderment and mockery, then the silence now is pure shock.

"The curtain falls...the curtain falls?!"

Someone gasped first, and then the entire studio erupted in chaos.

"Which ending?! Is it the ending I'm thinking of?!"

"Who else could it be! The one who wrote 'The Puppet Show'!!"

The live stream room erupted in excitement, with people sharing and recording it.

Ahhh, it's here! It's here!

Hehe, I just finished watching "Sing, Youth!" yesterday, and there's a new song today. What a happy September!

[Holy crap! My god! I was so regretful for not getting tickets to the second episode of "Changba" (a karaoke app), but today I actually get to hear the premiere of Luo Mu's new song?!]

[Haven't you been following Teacher Luomu's Weibo? It's rare for Teacher Luomu to promote her own song like this.]

[Oh ho! I came here because of Teacher Luomu's Weibo promotion.]

[Those who said the song title was tacky, come out and take your punishment! Even if Luo Mu's song were called "Village Toilet," it would still be art!]

The guitar intro rang out amidst the commotion, its clear notes striking the hearts of everyone present.

The image lit up on the big screen.

The setting sun cast a golden glow, dyeing the clouds on the horizon crimson.

A desolate earthen slope, a few ordinary foxtail grasses swaying gently in the evening breeze.

As the camera zooms in, even the fine dust clinging to the blades of grass becomes clearly visible.

A tranquil scent, carrying the fragrance of earth, wafted towards me.

Feng Yuxi spoke, his voice devoid of any fancy techniques, simply telling a story—clean and deep.

"The loess soil has been transformed into asphalt roads"

Wildflowers bloomed at the village entrance back then.

I bought your favorite meat again.

But you're not by my side.

... "

The moment the song began, the images on the big screen changed.

On the muddy path at the village entrance, a small, thin yellow dog, covered in mud, huddled timidly by the roadside.

Hearing footsteps, it raised its head, tilted its head, and looked at the camera with wet eyes, full of timidity, yet hiding a faint expectation.

A clean hand was extended in front of the puppy, with a piece of jerky lying in its palm.

The little yellow dog hesitated for a long time before cautiously approaching, sticking out its pink tongue, and gently, tentatively licking the piece of jerky, also licking the warmth of the palm.

The scrolling speed of the live stream comments slowed down significantly.

What... what is this filming? A short film?

This little dog... looks so pitiful.

The lyrics are so straightforward, but paired with this visual... it evokes a strange feeling.

[I know this one! It's from a short video on the Music platform. This puppy was later adopted by a blogger, but it seems...]

On the screen, before the netizens could finish speaking, Feng Yuxi's singing continued.

You also snatched the leftover bones.

You've also slept on the street when it rained.

I haven't been able to give you a good life yet.

Oh dear, how could you leave like this? I can't bear to leave you here.

... "

The lyrics, filled with a heavy sigh, made many people in the audience feel a pang of sadness.

On the screen, the images began to switch rapidly.

In the early morning, in a village shrouded in mist, a man and his dog jogged slowly ahead, while Little Yellow followed behind, its four little paws treading across the dew-kissed grass.

In the evening, under the setting sun, the protagonist threw out the leftover bone, and the dog excitedly pounced on it, caught it, and squatted on the threshold of the old house, its tail wagging like a rattle.

One rainy night, it was shivering under the eaves, soaked to the bone. Its owner rushed out, wrapped it tightly in his coat, and held it in his arms. It buried its little head in his arms, its ears drooping, and remained motionless.

The foxtail grass sways on the earthen slope.

Shaking makes people cry.

Does the moon shine on your side?

... "

Ah!! That's really what it means!

[No, dog owners can't stand this.]

[Waaaaah, why is it another depressing song?]

On a country road, the protagonist rides a slightly worn motorcycle, with Little Yellow running hard behind him. The wind ruffles its fur, its long tongue sticking out, as happy as a child.

The camera followed its swaying tail, and the whole world seemed to be swaying along with it.

The scene has become completely quiet.

I'm reminded of my old yellow dog back home. It did the same thing; every time I rode my bike home, it would run a long way to meet me.

This song... doesn't seem so corny anymore.

The singing paused briefly, then suddenly, a suona pierced the sky, its mournful sound penetrating the entire studio and live broadcast room.

Feng Yuxi closed her eyes briefly, her Adam's apple bobbing as if swallowing a torrent of emotions, before continuing to sing:

"Riding a motorcycle through wind and rain"

It's a pity I can't drive you every day.

The empty house after get off work late at night

You are no longer here

... "