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He had thought about singing in bars, pubs, and even singing with Zhao Feiyang in a hotel, but he never imagined he would sing in this kind of setting.

"Brother Fan, sing a song!"

"Brother Fan, sing a song!"

"Brother Fan! Sing a song!"

It's unclear who started it, but suddenly a unified voice resounded throughout the vicinity of West Lake.

Xu Fan stood beside the broken bridge. The lake water was clear and extremely calm under the moonlight.

The musical fountain in the distance is still there, but the sound can't be heard because of the distance.

Only the beautiful water column lights danced in rhythm.

More and more people are gathering around.

The boy's friend brought over his sound system; he had a full set of singing equipment.

The boy walked over and said, "Brother Fan, sing a song, we all like you very much."

Zhao Feiyang was getting a little anxious, worried that as more and more people gathered, they wouldn't be able to get out.

Xu Fan thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I promise everyone."

The boy stood there, stunned, excited, happy, and overjoyed.

When Xu Fan said he was willing to sing, the audience erupted in cheers, and everyone couldn't help but applaud.

Xu Fan took the speaker and microphone from the boy and said, "I came here today to see the beauty of West Lake. West Lake is truly beautiful."

Zhao Feiyang was a little angry, but he didn't say anything.

He knew that this song was going to be sung today.

Xu Fan continued, "Because of my songs, you like me. Because you like me, I'm singing a song for you. I think it's fair. I just hope that those of you who like me can like me as much as I like you. Thank you all for your support."

Applause erupted, and the young man nodded emphatically as he listened to Xu Fan's words.

Xu Fan said, "Two years ago, I had the opportunity to visit West Lake. It was winter, and our class went on a trip together. Our class teacher said that West Lake in winter has beautiful scenery with snow and water, and the Broken Bridge with its remaining snow is very beautiful."

But whether there was snow on the Broken Bridge, I never saw that year. The classmates and friends who came with me back then have long since scattered after graduation.

Everyone listened attentively to Xu Fan's words. Suddenly, Zhao Feiyang thought of something and felt a little sad.

Xu Fan continued, "That winter was very cold, the kind of cold that chills you to the bone. Tonight I've returned to Hangzhou. The West Lake in early autumn is beautiful, the weather is slightly cool, it's really comfortable."

It's my luck to have met you all, and it's also my luck that you like my songs. I'm happy to sing for you all, so I'll dedicate a song I wrote a long time ago to you.

Applause erupted from the audience. Xu Fan tested the microphone and continued, "Broken bridge, lingering snow, winter, very cold. It's been a long time since I wrote this song, but I've never sung it to anyone before. Tonight, here by the Broken Bridge again, I'll sing this song for everyone. The song is called 'Broken Bridge and Lingering Snow'."

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===Chapter 170 Broken Bridge and Lingering Snow===

Broken Bridge in Lingering Snow is one of the Ten Scenes of West Lake in Hangzhou.

"Broken Bridge and Lingering Snow" is Xu Fan's next new song.

Some people have been fortunate enough to witness the light snowfall and the lonely Broken Bridge at West Lake in winter.

Some people have heard about or seen that scene, which is extremely beautiful, online or in paintings and calligraphy.

The Broken Bridge is not a bridge that is broken.

If you have the chance to see it snow, the Broken Bridge is indeed extremely beautiful.

When West Lake is covered in silver, the stone arch of Broken Bridge is exposed. In winter, the ice and snow melt under the sun, revealing the mottled bridge railings. The white snow covering both ends of the bridge makes the stone bridge body, which can be vaguely seen, appear and disappear.

The snow inside the culvert gleamed brightly, contrasting sharply with the gray-brown bridge surface, making it appear broken from a distance, hence the name "Broken Bridge".

There was no snow at the moment, and the early autumn breeze caressed the broken bridge.

Everyone waited in utter silence for Xu Fan to sing.

Xu Fan said, "Although this song was written a few years ago, I still like it very much."

The USB drive was plugged into the young man's speaker, and upbeat music started playing.

Everyone was quiet.

As soon as the music started, everyone was startled. The calm music was extremely light and cheerful, and the melody of the guzheng and flute appeared immediately. Everyone waited quietly.

"A butterfly with broken wings and withered leaves that cannot find flowers will never see the withering of flowers."

The small bridges and eaves under the night sky in Jiangnan cannot fathom the desolate wilderness of the northern frontier.

The plum blossoms linger in solitude during their blooming season, but their beauty fades quickly after spring departs.

I was left alone to watch the fireworks fill the sky, then sway and drift away on the wind.

Xu Fan's voice is very clear, and this ancient-style poem is also very clear.

The withered leaf butterfly that cannot find flowers will never see the flowers wither; the dimly lit cottage in the fields of Jiangnan city will never know the loneliness and solitude of the desolate desert.

Xu Fan used extremely gentle classical melodies to compose a simple yet thought-provoking story.

Zhao Feiyang stood aside watching Xu Fan, silently recalling that day in his heart.

Well, he had forgotten the specifics of that day, only remembering that it was very cold.

But why does this song sound so lonely?

It's as if a lovelorn person is silently waiting on a broken bridge, his helplessness intertwined with the vicissitudes of time in the scenery, like a gentle spring breeze ruffling the autumn water, but only for a fleeting moment, so powerless and helpless.

These subtle emotions, expressed in just a few words, evoke profound feelings.

Of course, this is, after all, a song with ancient Chinese style lyrics, and some people really can't understand the story.

But just listening to this melody makes one feel a sense of melancholy and helplessness.

The simple and straightforward lyrics depict a poignant scene of snow falling on a broken bridge, and the beautiful melody makes the song even more melancholic.

Xu Fan continued singing, his eyes slightly closed, as if he had returned to that winter.

The fat guy was there that year, along with other people.

Yes, there are others.

"Has it snowed on the Broken Bridge? I gaze at the lake."

The moon's reflection in the water is as cold as snow, melting at the slightest touch of a fingertip.

Has it snowed on the Broken Bridge? Your face comes to mind again;

If we are destined never to meet again, the willows along the Bai Causeway will weep countless times.

West Lake was beautiful that year; it probably didn't snow on the Broken Bridge.

The lake surface was white and clean, and the moonlight was cold.

All beauty is like a calm surface of water; a gentle touch can cause ripples, just as a falling snowflake melts into water with the slightest touch.

That year, no snow fell; where were the people of that year?

If we are destined never to meet again, will the weeping willows on the white embankment still sway in the wind, and will those who have left still feel nostalgic?

This song is in the ancient style, and the lyrics are very straightforward.

But those who listen to the songs here are deeply moved, especially Xu Fan, whose singing style and emotional control are truly excellent.

If many people sing only for the form, then Xu Fan's singing has already achieved the meaning.

Xu Fan is like that. He was already full of emotions, and ever since he obtained the system, he has become deeply immersed in every song he sings, unable to extricate himself.

Only when emotions are completely integrated can it be done.

Perhaps, only by truly embodying the emotions in this song can it be sung even better.

Xu Fan repeated the lyrics a second time. Most people were already captivated by Xu Fan's beautiful lyrics and music, and applause rang out continuously during the middle of the melody.

More and more people gathered around.

Zhao Feiyang was very worried as he watched this scene.

More and more people came; Xu Fan's songs attracted a huge crowd.

If this continues, I'm afraid we really won't be able to get out today.

But Xu Fan

Zhao Feiyang watched Xu Fan sing with deep emotion. Although he was worried, the song was truly beautiful.

He had never heard this song before, but at that moment he was completely captivated.

But as his good friend and manager, he knew that he had to do something.

The crowd grew larger and larger.

It was getting later and later.

Xu Fan finally finished singing "Broken Bridge in Lingering Snow," a reward given to him by the system, and today he finally had the opportunity to sing it.

Xu Fan smiled and bowed in thanks.

The audience responded with continuous applause.

People I know and people I don't know are all here.

Anyway, applause is the way to go.

This is the perception of most people.

Everyone who knows Xu Fan knows that she sings well, and it is such an honor to hear her sing.

Those who didn't know him thought he was a street singer, with a pleasant voice, and he even took out a few bills from his pocket and put them in front of Xu Fan.

Xu Fan was stunned.

Those were bright red banknotes.

He used to sing like that too, but the biggest tip he ever received was only twenty yuan.

For some reason, although it felt a little strange, he suddenly felt a sense of contentment.

The young man was embarrassed. He quickly stepped forward, bowed to Xu Fan, and said, "Thank you, thank you, Brother Fan."

Xu Fan handed the microphone to the other person, glancing at the people who were still clapping, and said, "Excuse me, everyone, I really have to go back. Thank you!"