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

After a ten-minute halftime break, the lights in the Shanghai Stadium went out again.

The previously noisy stands instantly fell silent, and a white spotlight shone straight down from the center of the stage.

Lin Yuan changed into a dark black casual jacket and walked back to the microphone stand with steady steps.

He gripped the microphone, waved to the surrounding stands, and said in a relaxed and casual tone, "Break time is over, welcome back. I just had a couple of sips of water backstage, my voice is still okay, I can keep singing. I sang five new songs in the first half, and now I'll sing the remaining four for you all in one go. Are you all still gotta keep up the energy?"

The 80,000 people in the audience shouted in response, "Enough!!"

Lin Yuan said half-jokingly, "That's enough. The first half seemed to be too heavy, with all the stagnation and backtracking, which made everyone feel bad, right? Let's start the second half with something sweet. When love is just beginning, the whole world is sweet, so I'm dedicating this song, 'Sweet,' to you all."

As soon as the words were spoken, the stage was bathed in warm pinkish-orange light. Colorful animations of candies and balloons danced on the large screen, and the sprayers at the front of the stage instantly spewed out a cloud of colorful confetti.

The cheerful, bouncy sounds of the drum kit and synthesizer filled the air, and Lin Yuan swayed slightly to the beat, his tone playful and light:

I gently tasted the love you said you gave me.

I'm still savoring the tenderness you gave me.

I took a small sip and said, "It's so delicious!"

You have everything I like—

The young audience members below the stage started dancing to the cheerful drumbeats, and many waved glow sticks while swaying gently to the melody.

When the song ended, the entire audience erupted in cheers.

Lin Yuan raised his hand to wipe the thin layer of sweat from his forehead, smiling as he looked at the audience: "Isn't it sweet?"

The audience shouted in unison, "Sweet!!"

"Sweet is just right, let's give a round of applause to our musicians." Lin Yuan led the applause, then switched the microphone to his other hand. "But when two people are together, they don't have to make it as dramatic as filming a movie every day. Sometimes, the simplest thing is to ride a bike with your loved one to the stadium to watch a game. That's the best feeling. Next new song, 'Simple Love'."

The pinkish-orange light on the stage gradually faded, replaced by a refreshing and clean light green. The large screen switched to a country road under the setting sun, with a bicycle leaning against a tree trunk by the roadside.

The sound of an acoustic guitar strumming begins, light and clean.

Lin Yuan walked casually to the edge of the extended stage, his voice exceptionally clear, keeping time with the music.

I want to hold your hand like this and never let go.

Can love remain forever pure and without sorrow?

I want to take you cycling; I want to watch baseball with you.

I want to keep walking like this, without any worries, singing along—

The melody of this song is extremely catchy. By the second chorus, many audience members were already humming along with Lin Yuan.

As the song ended, its lingering notes echoed in the stadium.

Lin Yuan looked at the densely packed crowd below the stage: "Do you like this kind of simple love?"

A cacophony of shouts erupted from all over the stands: "I love it!!"

"The feelings during school years are indeed the purest." Lin Yuan lowered his voice a little, gently holding the microphone stand in front of him. "But in youth, besides simple liking, there is often the summer breeze, the cicadas chirping, and the people you meet at that time. I really like this song, it's written for summer—'Seven Mile Fragrance'."

Warm, golden light slowly bathed the stage. On the large screen, a vast expanse of summer rice paddies undulating in the wind, along with continuously falling white locust blossoms, was displayed.

The crisp acoustic guitar and grand strings intertwined, and as soon as the prelude began, the entire venue fell silent once again.

Lin Yuan stood in the center of the light, his voice calm and affectionate:

The sparrows outside the window were chattering on the telephone pole.

You said this sentence has a very summery feel to it.

The pencil in my hand moved back and forth on the paper.

I'll use a few lines to describe who you are to me—

My love overflowed like raindrops as the rain fell all night.

The fallen leaves in the yard are a thick stack, just like my longing for you…

The poetic lyrics, combined with the highly distinctive Chinese-style string arrangement, filled the entire stadium with the scent of summer plants.

As the last chord fell, thunderous applause erupted.

Lin Yuan held the microphone out to the audience: "Does it feel like summer?"

The audience roared in unison, "Yes!!"

"That's good." Lin Yuan smiled, his expression becoming more serious. "But no matter how long summer is, autumn will still come. In the end, many things are like the tracks left by a car, you can't erase them. The last new song on the new album is 'Trajectory'."

The warm golden light quietly faded away, and a cold white spotlight descended straight down from above.

The large screen projected an image of an empty highway on a rainy night, with a dark figure gradually disappearing into the distance. The interplay of cello and piano was heavy and restrained.

Lin Yuan closed his eyes slightly, his voice sinking into a low trough, carrying an indescribable loneliness:

How can I hide my sadness?

The place where I lost you

Your hair fragrance faded in a hurry

I can't keep up anymore—

I can still see it even with my eyes closed

Searching under the moonlight

That voice I miss…

The song was extremely emotional, with the vocal transitions in the chorus building up layer by layer. When the last line was sung, many audience members in the stands had tears in their eyes.

As the last key on the piano was released, the entire 80,000-seat stadium fell silent for a few seconds before erupting in the longest and most sustained applause of the entire event.

Five songs in the first half and four in the second half. A total of nine tracks from the brand new album were performed live worldwide tonight.

Lin Yuan stood at the edge of the light and shadow, slightly out of breath.

He raised his hand and gripped the microphone tightly, facing the surrounding blue ocean of fluorescent light:

"Alright. That concludes the performance of all nine new songs. I've traveled around for the past two years, and all my assignments are done today. Are you satisfied?"

A huge cheer erupted from the audience: "Satisfactory!!"

"I'm glad you're satisfied." Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow, his tone casual and teasing. "But I know you're definitely not satisfied. You've come all this way, and if I just let you hear new songs and don't sing any of the old ones, you'll definitely go back and complain about me online. So how about this, the usual routine, next up is song request time. Just grab anyone on the big screen, whoever you grab is free, and they can request whatever they want to hear, okay?"

The moment those words were spoken, the entire stadium erupted in cheers. Almost simultaneously, 80,000 people raised their light boards and waved them vigorously, their screams creating a deafening roar.

"Director, switch to the big screen. Let's see which lucky audience member we catch first." Lin Yuan turned around and looked up at the big screen behind him.

The images on the big screen rapidly switched between the inner field and the stands, accompanied by a rapid heartbeat sound effect. The image finally settled on a young girl wearing black-rimmed glasses in the front row of the inner field.

The staff quickly handed over a spare microphone.

The girl's hands trembled with excitement, and tears welled up instantly: "Lin Yuan! I've liked you for four years! I want to hear 'Secret'!"

Lin Yuan smiled, picked up the microphone and said to her, "Don't cry, don't cry, four years is a long time. Thank you. 'Secret,' right? No problem."

The spotlight focused into a single beam, falling on the piano and Lin Yuan. Lin Yuan walked to the piano bench, sat down, placed his hands on the keys, and the familiar piano prelude immediately flowed out smoothly.

He turned his head to look into the microphone and began to sing and play the guitar:

The cold coffee left the coaster.

The emotions I held back came much later.

The past I desperately want to make up for

It's still clearly visible on my face—

The most beautiful thing is not a rainy day.

"It's the eaves where we once sheltered from the rain..."

As soon as Lin Yuan finished singing the first half of the song, he raised his chin to signal to the audience. The entire audience joined in with perfect understanding, and the voices of 80,000 people sang in unison, overwhelming the sound system.

The piano music ended crisply, and Lin Yuan stood up and left the piano: "Thank you, friend. Director, let's move on to the next one. This time, those in the stands, get ready."

The big screen scrolled rapidly again, the camera moving across the middle stands, finally focusing on a young man wearing a short-sleeved shirt from the surrounding area.

The moment the boy grabbed the microphone, he completely ignored the prompts beside him and yelled at the top of his lungs, "Lin Yuan!! 'All the Way North'!!"

Lin Yuan laughed out loud at his words and pointed in the direction of the sound engineer: "So energetic? Okay, guitar teacher, get ready, 'All the Way North'."

The exhilarating distorted tone of the electric guitar instantly pierced the entire venue.

Lin Yuan gripped the microphone stand with one hand and exerted force by turning to the side:

The world in the rearview mirror

Farewells that grow ever more distant

Even when you turn your back and turn your profile, you still look beautiful.

I followed your gaze and heard your tears—

The spectators in the stands turned on their phone flashlights, and the white sea of ​​light rose and fell with the rhythm.

After singing the last line, Lin Yuan turned to the control panel: "Come on, let's grab one more. I think the people in the highest stands have been shouting really loudly, zoom the camera up a bit."

The camera followed the instructions and zoomed upwards, finally settling on the top floor of the stadium, the mountaintop stands that were almost touching the dome.

On the screen was a girl with a ponytail, jumping and waving a glow stick. The moment the microphone connected, she shouted at the top of her lungs, "Friends on the mountaintop also want to hear a song! Can you sing 'Sunny Day'?!"

The audience burst into knowing laughter and applause.

Lin Yuan looked up, his gaze piercing through the beams of light to the top of the stands. He raised his hand and gave a clear OK sign, then shouted into the microphone, "Listen up, friends at the top! I heard you! This song, 'Sunny Day,' is for you all."

The crisp, clean arpeggios of an acoustic guitar slowly began to play, and as soon as the intro started, the entire stadium erupted in the most unified screams of the entire audience.

Lin Yuan tilted his head slightly, his voice gentle and clear:

Once upon a time, there was someone who loved you for a long time.

But the wind gradually blew the distance much farther.

It's so hard to love for just one more day.

But in the end, it seems you still said goodbye—

When he sang "Goodbye," Lin Yuan simply held the microphone horizontally in front of him and stopped speaking. The 80,000 people naturally joined in for the chorus, creating a wave of sound. Many people wiped away tears while singing.

As the music ended, Lin Yuan listened to the director's final countdown reminder through his in-ear monitor.

Before we knew it, the entire performance had lasted for nearly two and a half hours.

Lin Yuan let out a breath, walked to the center of the stage, and took the microphone stand down from its stand.

The accompaniment music gradually faded into a soft background sound, and the stadium lights slowly came on, illuminating the faces below the stage, soaked with sweat and tears.

Lin Yuan stood in the center of the light and shadow, his jacket already soaked with sweat.

He gripped the microphone tightly, looked at the 80,000 people before him, and spoke with a sincere and unpretentious tone:

"Time flies, two and a half hours have passed in the blink of an eye. Thank you so much everyone today, 80,000 people gathered here to listen to me sing for more than two hours."

The cheers from the audience gradually subsided, and everyone was focused on watching him.

"The road ahead is still long. I will continue to write new songs and continue to do what I want to do."

Lin Yuan paused for a moment, took a step back, and solemnly bowed to the audience.

"Thank you all for waiting for me to come back."

The stadium, with a capacity of 80,000, erupted in the loudest cheers: "Lin Yuan! Lin Yuan! Lin Yuan!"

The shouts were orderly and loud, lingering in the late autumn night wind.

Lin Yuan straightened up, waved vigorously to the stands in all directions, then turned around and stepped onto the rising platform.