Just because I wrote "Zhu Xian," the school beauty sent me razor blades.

Night completely swallowed up the skyline of Shanghai, and under the giant dome of the 80,000-seat stadium, it was as if a vast and boundless deep blue galaxy had been plunged into the sky.

Seats are full.

Eighty thousand spectators waved their glow sticks, turning the interior of the venue into a gently undulating blue ocean. Outside the venue, the plaza, dozens of meters wide, was equally packed, with tens of thousands of fans who hadn't managed to get tickets gathering in front of a giant outdoor broadcast screen, holding up support banners and eagerly awaiting their turn.

Suddenly, all the bright lights in the venue went out!

"boom--!!"

The screams and shouts erupted simultaneously from 80,000 people.

In the darkness, the ultra-high-definition circular screen, tens of meters high, in the center of the stage, suddenly lit up with a cold white light.

The screen cuts directly to a rapid flashback of film light and shadow:

At the foot of the snow-capped Jungfrau in Switzerland, a slender twig outlines two white-haired figures in the soil; on the emerald canals of Venice, gondolas sway gently across stone bridges; on the vast, deep black sand beaches of Iceland, the aurora borealis surges across the sky like an overturned palette; finally, the image freezes on the Mediterranean sunset, a smooth pebble falling into the waves.

Two years have been condensed into this dazzling 120 seconds.

As the last frame of the short film quietly disappeared, a warm white spotlight pierced through the air and shone steadily on the standing microphone in the very center of the stage!

Lin Yuan wore a minimalist all-black casual performance outfit, with wispy bangs hanging down his forehead and his posture as straight as a pine tree.

In the very center of the VIP front row, Gu Zhiwan, dressed in a simple beige cashmere sweater, held a small blue glow stick in her hand, quietly looking up at the man on the stage, her eyes filled with starlight.

Lin Yuan raised his hand, grasped the microphone stand, brought it close to his lips, and gently tested the microphone: "Hello, feed—"

Two simple sound checks instantly elicited a thunderous response from the audience!

Lin Yuan surveyed the endless sea of ​​blue lights before him, a familiar, slightly roguish, carefree smile playing on his lips. He pointed towards the mountaintop viewing platform: "Hey guys in the back, can you see me? —Where's the screaming?"

"Aaaaaahh ...

Lin Yuan, holding the microphone stand, looked relaxed: "Hey, everyone's voices are pretty good. It's been two years, hasn't it? I heard that while I was gone, some people said I'd retired and gone to enjoy my old age? How could that be? I'm back now, aren't I?"

Almost simultaneously, the 80,000 people in the audience roared in response: "We missed you so much—!!"

"Alright, alright, I've missed you all too." Lin Yuan smiled and gestured to the audience. "Tonight, same old rules, no fancy stuff. If you like the new songs I'm going to sing later, just sway along. If you don't know the lyrics, that's okay too, just listen to me sing. This first song is very lighthearted, dedicated to all my friends who came to my concert tonight—'Starry Sky.' Are you ready with your applause?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the stage lights instantly changed from cold to warm, and a bright and gentle warm yellow halo spread across the entire stage like a tide.

On the large screen, a clear and pure summer meadow appeared, with a gentle breeze blowing and countless stars appearing in the night sky.

A light and cheerful acoustic guitar intro flows out crisply, accompanied by relaxed and playful chords, instantly washing away the chill of the autumn night.

Lin Yuan tilted his head slightly, his pure and textured voice sweeping across the entire venue like an evening breeze:

"Hand in hand, one step, two steps, three steps, four steps, looking at the sky"

See the stars one, two, three, four

Back to back silently wishing

Look at the distant stars, can you hear them?

Without any electronic embellishment, it's a live, fully live performance comparable to a CD recording studio recording!

Towards the end of the song, Lin Yuan simply held the microphone forward, tilted his ear, and made a listening gesture: "Everyone together—"

The 80,000 people in the audience were instantly struck by this pure sweetness. Tens of thousands of glow sticks swayed in unison to the upbeat rhythm, converging into a rhythmic sea of ​​light. Even those hearing it for the first time could hum along to the phrase "one, two, three, four".

As the last guitar harmonic faded into the air, Lin Yuan snapped his fingers, and after a half-second of silence, the entire audience erupted in deafening cheers and screams!

Lin Yuan wiped his forehead, squinted slightly at the audience, and asked, "How was it? Was the new song sweet?"

"sweet--!!"

"Sweet is good, how could my song not be sweet?" Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow, eliciting a chuckle from the audience. Then his tone softened, "However, love can't always be sunny. Right? When two people break up, one of them always has to find a bunch of excuses. If any of you are feeling sad right now, or have been hurt before, the next song is for you to cry over—'Excuses'."

The warm yellow stage lights receded slowly like the tide.

On the big screen, the originally bright clear sky was completely covered by a hazy virtual rain curtain. Water droplets slid slowly down the transparent glass, and the sound of rain pattered down. Instantly, a lingering dampness and sadness filled the air.

The heavy bass keys of the piano are slowly pressed down, followed by the slightly tearing sound of the electric guitar as a base.

Lin Yuan supported the microphone stand with one hand, his expression slightly lowered, and his voice tinged with a hoarse pain:

Perhaps you have already given up on me

Perhaps it's too late to turn back.

I know I made a mistake.

Please give me one more reason why you don't love me.

Even if I don't understand, can you forgive me?

Please don't make breaking up your request.

I know that insisting on leaving is your excuse for getting hurt.

Please turn around, I will stay with you until the very end!

The escalating emotional outburst was like a blunt knife precisely piercing the blind spots of everyone's memory. Inside the 80,000-seat stadium, the initially noisy screams gradually transformed into synchronized sobs and chants, with countless people's eyes reddening as they murmured along with the melody playing from the speakers.

As the music faded, many audience members remained trapped in their emotional turmoil.

Lin Yuan didn't speak immediately, but simply held the microphone quietly, listening to the faint sniffing sounds coming from all around.

After a few seconds, he chuckled softly, his tone teasing yet exceptionally gentle: "What's going on? It looks like those girls in front of you are actually crying? Hey, wipe your tears, it won't look good in the photos if you cry your face."

The audience immediately burst into laughter through their tears, and screams erupted.

Lin Yuan switched hands to hold the microphone, his expression slowly turning serious: "Actually, I didn't write the song to make you sad. It's just that some emotions, if kept in your heart for too long, will become a burden. It's like a kite falling in a cloudy day; if you stubbornly hold onto the string, it will only run aground in the end. Since you're already this heartbroken..."

He paused slightly and gestured towards the orchestra pit behind him:

"Then let's just heal completely. Sound engineer, push the strings up—'Stranded,' everyone get ready!"

The rain on the big screen intensified instantly. Under the churning dark clouds, a tattered kite swayed helplessly in the gale, its string broken.

Lin Yuan ripped the microphone stand off the stand and strode steadily toward the front of the stage extension, facing the surging sea of ​​blue fluorescent light.

The strings reached their peak at this moment. He tilted his head back, his chest resonating fully, and the extremely high-pitched and tearing high notes pierced the sky like sharp swords:

"The kite was stranded on a cloudy day"

Missing them, still waiting for rescue.

I hold the string, reliving the tenderness you gave me—

Loneliness exposed to the sun

Laugh at me for not being able to make a promise

How could this be? How could you forgive me!

I can only read the dialogue forever.

Reading about the hurt I caused you

I can't forgive myself.

Please pretend I'm no longer here.

I opened my eyes and stared at the blank space.

Forget your expectations of me

After reading about dependence, I'll leave quickly!!

Upon hearing this, countless young spectators in the front row of the inner field were so excited that their bodies went numb, and they all stood up from their seats, waving their arms wildly.

As the high note faded, Lin Yuan let out a slight breath, his wisps of hair damp with sweat. He switched the microphone to his left hand, shook the sweat from his brow, and looked at the crowd standing below, a playful chuckle escaping his lips:

"Phew...that note was a bit high, wasn't it? How was it, was it fun?"

The 80,000 people in the audience shouted with all their might, "That was awesome!!"

"That's good enough. I wrote this song to belt it out for you guys. And by the way, let me tell you, my voice is perfectly fine." Lin Yuan said self-deprecatingly, which drew a burst of cheers from the stands.

He slowly walked back to the center of the stage, calming his breathing: "Alright, two such energetic songs in a row, everyone's heart rate must be high, right? People can't always keep hitting a wall in a dead end, and the same goes for relationships. Sometimes arguing about who's right and who's wrong is meaningless in the end. Why not take a step back and let each other go? Wouldn't that be more carefree?"

The storm on the big screen slowly faded away, replaced by silhouettes of faded, yellowed, and curled old photos fluttering gently in the virtual wind.

Lin Yuan sat on a high stool that had been lowered to the side of the stage and casually straightened his collar: "Another love song from the new album, 'Retreat'."

A melancholic and restrained piano prelude flows out, and the scene flashes back and forth in slow motion silhouettes of young boys waving goodbye.

Lin Yuan lowered his head slightly, his voice regaining its deep and restrained quality, perfectly capturing the helplessness of an adult facing loss:

I know neither of us is wrong.

I just forgot how to back off.

He made a solemn promise

But time has left us empty-handed.

I know neither of us was wrong.

It would be better to just let go.

The most beautiful love story continues...

As the music ended, instead of piercing screams, the stadium erupted in thunderous applause and soft sighs. Many casual spectators who had come with friends to join in the fun now covered their mouths, their eyes red-rimmed.

As the outro ended, Lin Yuan sat on a high stool, gently swinging his long legs, and rested the microphone on his knees: "Sigh, after singing this song, I feel completely emo. But don't be too sad, everyone. 'The most beautiful love story continues in our memories,' right? At least the memories are beautiful."

The fans in the audience waved glow sticks and shouted, "Lin Yuan! You're the most beautiful!!"

Lin Yuan was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter, quickly waving his hands: "Stop, stop, stop! Leave the word 'beautiful' to the female fans in the audience. I'm handsome, understand? Your aesthetic sense should be consistent with mine, okay?"

A burst of knowing laughter erupted from the audience, instantly dispelling the previously somber and melancholic atmosphere.

Lin Yuan stood up from the bar stool. The cold white light around the stage gradually warmed up, and a soft, bright light pink and pale yellow halo enveloped the entire stage again.

On the big screen, mottled fallen leaves covered the tree-lined path, the ink on the yellowed letter paper was still wet, the pen scratched across the paper, and countless virtual white dandelions slowly drifted above the audience.

"Alright, the first half is almost over. After listening to so many sad songs, let's take a trip back to school for the last one."

Lin Yuan turned his head, his gaze seemingly casually sweeping over the figure in the VIP section who was looking at him with smiling eyes, a gentle smile playing on his lips:

"Do you remember that feeling of secretly writing notes to your crush back in school? Handwritten love letters, though clumsy, are unforgettable. For the last new song in the first half, 'Handwritten Past,' there will be a finger snap. Can you help me clap along? One, two, go!"

"Slap, slap, slap—"

The crisp acoustic guitar and upbeat drumbeats intertwine, creating a strong sense of youthful nostalgia.

The weariness between Lin Yuan's brows vanished, as if he had instantly transformed back into the white-clad boy humming a song on the tree-lined path of the campus, his speech light and quick, his enunciation carrying a highly recognizable Zhou-style rhythm:

"This wind chime is very similar to the feeling of being moved."

This letter still reminisces about the trip.

The love that passed by was all too young.

You are the scenery I want to return to again—

This parting was bottled up as a secret.

These daisies are as beautiful as a poem.

And I wait for your news in the wind.

Waiting for moonlight to fall on the snow, waiting for maple leaves to turn red in autumn, waiting for our meeting.

I relive the afternoon sunlight, slinging my guitar across my shoulder.

Just like many years ago, we softly sing, "Go anywhere."

As the song ended, the melodious flute accompaniment faded away, and golden confetti rained down like the first snowflakes, falling gently onto the audience.

The 80,000-seat stadium erupted in cheers, with the blue fluorescent sea of ​​light creating magnificent waves.

Lin Yuan stood amidst the golden foil, his chest rising and falling slightly, a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead.

He reached out and grabbed a handful of falling gold sequins, casually scattering them in the wind, and gave a carefree smile to the sea of ​​reveling people below the stage:

"Did you like the new songs from the first half?!"

"like--!!"

Lin Yuan, holding the microphone, took two steps back and gave a cool "V" sign:

"Thank you everyone! Go grab a drink of water and take a ten-minute break. Don't wander off, the second half—something even tougher awaits you!"