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Some people find it interesting that he actually sang a song for the main singer of the concert, Xu Fan. Singing such a song for a singer at such a concert not only helps the singer.

It eliminates the need for some relief, allows the singer's voice to recover and rest, and also mobilizes everyone's emotions, making everyone feel more enjoyable.

At the beginning of the concert in Chengdu, everyone sang along together under the guidance of a certain voice. At that time, Xu Fan hadn't taken the stage yet, but this was the first time that fans sang for him together again after he finally did. Moved by the moment, Xu Fan joined in and sang along to this song that belongs to Chengdu.

Parting always happens in September; memories are the sorrow of late autumn, like tender green willows kissing my forehead. In that rainy little town, I've never forgotten you. Chengdu can't take you with me; the only thing I can't take away is you.

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Xu Fan had never felt this way about a song before. He never imagined that one day he would be in this state when singing Chengdu. He seemed to have become one with every audience member, and all his fans seemed to be lying together all at once.

This song is extremely simple to sing, but everyone who passed away sings it with their heartfelt voice. At this moment, all eyes are on the fans.

At a glance, everyone is singing, the lyrics long forgotten, but everyone remembers them clearly in their hearts, perhaps because most people do.

Perhaps it's because this song truly lived to the heavens during that period that people in Chengdu remembered its lyrics and melody so vividly.

Every audience member was singing this song earnestly, as if everyone had met together, and each audience member was doing it in their own way.

But the song was sung perfectly, and the emotions in the song were conveyed. Everyone has their own thoughts, and everyone has a certain recognition of Chengdu.

Xu Fan sang along with his fans, and occasionally he would sing some lyrics, but more importantly, he would work with his fans to sing the song better, sometimes adding some melody.

Walk with me on the streets of Chengdu. I won't stop until all the lights go out. You'll hold my sleeve, and I'll put my hands in my pockets. We'll walk to the end of Yulin Road and sit at the entrance of a small bar.

Every audience member was singing this song with their heart, and everyone was singing it seriously because everyone had their own understanding of its meaning.

So they all wanted to sing for Xu Fan at this moment. Xu Fan was really touched. He never thought that these fans would give back to him in this way.

After all the songs were finished, he slowly stood there, bowed deeply, and looked at each audience member, saying softly: "Thank you, thank you everyone."

The fact that all the fans sang it like that was, in a sense, the greatest recognition for Xu Fan. Xu Fan was very grateful and liked it very much, so he looked at every audience member and earnestly said this simple lyric.

The song has a soothing melody and lyrics that depict many details about Chengdu. Simple place names like Yulin Road in the song resonate deeply with many people.

It created a beloved little bar for many rock and folk musicians, and the lyrics resonated with many people in Chengdu. It also evoked memories for many netizens and monthly fans at the event.

The songs are about the ordinary little things in life, turning these little things into stories, and then making them even more beautiful through Xu Fan's singing and playing, because the song has no fancy techniques or fancy lyrics from beginning to end.

The natural and genuine emotions that flowed out unexpectedly touched the hearts of the listeners. In the past, Xu Fan sang for his fans, but tonight the fans sang for Xu Fan. Xu Fan was deeply grateful to him, knowing that his fans loved him, and that he also loved the titles of his songs.

He looked at the audience and the cameras held up by fans who wanted to stream live. He gently held the microphone and spoke again: "It's really unexpected that you were able to sing together. But thank you for your singing. It allowed me to hear a different side of Chengdu in this song. Tonight, I will still have other new songs to sing for you, and I will continue to do so with the old songs. So, are you all ready?"

Cheers erupted instantly. After all, the song "Rongcheng" had been sung by all the fans together, and now Xu Fan's line, "Are you ready?" clearly indicated that he was about to sing a new song, hence the cheers of "Ready!"

Xu Fan smiled slightly and continued: Okay, now let's continue with a new song.

===Chapter 751 Fireworks Fade Easily===

One new song after another seems to be proving Xu Fan's creative ability. His song "Crow" moved everyone deeply, and "The Wind Rises" made everyone love it.

When Xu Fan sang "Sunshine Always Comes After the Storm," everyone was moved and impressed by the emotions in the song. So when Xu Fan said he was going to sing a new song, everyone was moved.

Every audience member at the scene, or every fan in the live stream, cheered and shouted enthusiastically for their favorite new song, eagerly anticipating its release.

Everyone was eagerly awaiting the title of Xu Fan's new song, and just then, Xu Fan looked at everyone and said, "The next song for everyone is called 'Fireworks Fade Easily'."

Xu Fan's voice faded, and the applause, as always, rang out again. Many people stood up once more, waving their light sticks and glow sticks, cheering for their favorites in their own way. Xu Fan, however, simply smiled and bowed slightly.

The choice of this song actually has a certain significance. A long time ago, when I liked Huo's song, it was a reward from the system. At that time, Xu Fan just wanted to sing this song for many people to hear.

However, he didn't have that opportunity again later on, but he felt that this concert was a good opportunity, so he decided to choose this song to sing as his fourth new song.

He wanted all his fans to hear it, and most importantly, in his understanding, the song "Fireworks Fade Easily" was not a simple song.

Instead, it was a song created in that parallel world because of a story. That story was actually a virtual story, and the background of the story was similar to some scenes in this world.

In a certain dynasty of ancient times, a certain writer wrote a book describing the collapse of a thousand-year-old capital after its great prosperity. The city had long since abandoned him, but there was a royal general in that city.

Due to some twist of fate, they met a woman who was extremely beautiful and attractive. Under these circumstances, they met by chance and fell in love at first sight.

From then on, the two secretly pledged their lives to each other and truly fell in love. However, the general in charge of the royal army was called away to fight on the northern border, and the two were separated by thousands of miles.

In the midst of years of war and chaos, the capital city was reduced to ruins and devastation. The woman waited in vain for the general, until one day she suddenly received news that the general had died. The woman was heartbroken.

Take hair loss as an example. After many years, Jiang Zhong officially returned to this place, having experienced the frost, rain, and dew, and the trials of war. He searched all the way, but still could not find the woman he loved. Later, he learned by chance that the woman had become a nun. He went to that temple without hesitation.

But when he found her, he learned that she had already passed away. Someone told Jiang that there was a woman waiting for him all along. The general wept bitterly, and the two were separated forever.

No one expected that the last time the two fell in love was many years ago. So, the singer Bian from a parallel world used this story as the background to create the song "Fireworks Fade Easily." Xu Fan was just a porter.

He transported this song from another world to this world, bringing it to everyone so that everyone can feel the situation, content, and state of mind within it.

Just then, a melody suddenly began to play, and the simple sound made everyone fall silent. At that moment, Xu Fan's voice slowly rang out.

The sounds of bustling city life vanished into the monastery, leaving the world heartbroken.

My dreams are cold, and my life is filled with countless emotional debts.

If you accept this, then life and death will be but a fleeting wait.

Waiting patiently for the years to turn ring by ring.

Xu Fan's voice suddenly became slightly silent, a voice with a touch of magnetism that made everyone subconsciously quiet down.

Even the viewers in the live stream seemed to forget to send comments at this moment. They were all listening attentively to Xu Fan's song because they felt that the story in the song might have another layer.

Everyone listened to the song very attentively, especially when their eyes were on the lyrics on the big screen, they became completely focused again, because Xu Fan's song was another admirable piece of ancient-style music.

A Chinese-style song, sung by Xu Fan, slowly unfolds its emotions, ultimately becoming a beautiful and catchy tune set in a bustling city. The city's hustle and bustle creates a cacophony of sounds, but in the quiet of the world, lonely souls await the arrival of their beloved.

Left with no other choice, he entered the cave and became Lin Sen. From then on, this story became a tale of love, hate, and grudges in the mouths of the world. In fact, the dream was indeed very cold.

The lyrics, "So cold it's terrifying," followed by a sigh, "We owe each other a huge debt of love, which is basically impossible to repay." These simple lyrics evoked a unique atmosphere in all the audience and listeners—a chilling feeling that made one's back go cold and one's heart tremble.

Xu Fan's gaze was very calm. He watched everyone singing the song earnestly, and he was also seriously thinking about the stories in the song, such as the ones about accepting life and death and waiting.

As you can see, whether I live or die here, whether the leaves fall and wither or the spring breeze brings forth new green grass, I will wait and wait until the fallen leaves fall one by one and life returns, until the tree rings repeat endlessly.

I'm still waiting, because love has no time limit. From the moment we fell in love to being together, you will always be in my future story, even if you're not by my side, you'll always be in my heart.

Xu Fan was extremely serious when he sang this song. He rarely sings this song in such a state. He held the microphone and walked lightly on the stage, from left to right.

Looking at the audience on his right, he waved, and the audience erupted in cheers, waving their glow sticks. Xu Fan bent slightly, but his singing continued.

The pagoda collapsed, breaking several levels; whose soul was broken in the process?

The pain led him straight to the collapsed mountain gate, where a flickering lamp stood.

Let me wait, as history turns.

Waiting for the wine to become fragrant, waiting for you to play a tune on the guzheng.

The two halves of the main melody are almost identical, whether it is the first half or the second half. Xu Fan's singing voice is also the same; he still sings this song, "Pagoda of the Floating Pagoda," with his magnetic voice.

The legendary tower has lost several layers, and the muddle-headed one has also broken. Where did Hong Xiaonian's people go? No one can find out. The pain in Xiong's heart is really hard to understand, but it really hits the heart.

A flickering lamp has burned through countless nights, occasionally seeming to fade away. The crumbling mountain gate is all I see—the ruins of this world. If I'm waiting, I'll wait for you to return to my side, wait for time to turn, wait for history to turn back.

When everything between us returns to the time when we first met, perhaps then we will continue to love each other and embrace each other. After a long time, we will become inseparable. When you suddenly come to my side, sit next to me, and play a beautiful guzheng piece.

At that moment, I would be incredibly happy and excited. We wouldn't need to exchange many words; just sitting together, with the gentle strains of the piano and its soothing melody, would be our greatest joy. When playing this song, my entire being would be completely immersed in it.

He didn't know what kind of ability the singer in the parallel world had to create such beautiful songs, nor did he know what the audience thought, but at least his own thoughts were very sincere.

They understood that they were deeply attracted by this song, so he hoped that through this song, everyone could like it. Xu Fan's voice did not change at all, but everyone in the audience was making the most of it.

At this moment, the viewers in the live broadcast room were extremely excited. Their barrage exploded instantly. From the first verse of Xu Fan's song, they fell silent and then came to their senses in surprise.

They posted all sorts of comments and bullet screen messages in the live stream. They had their own thoughts, feelings, and opinions, and they shared them all in the live stream, causing a stir across the entire internet.

"I'm at home right now, listening to Fan Ge's song 'Fireworks Fade Easily,' and I can't help but shed tears. But my younger brother is still laughing at me, and to fit the mood, I punched him and made him cry."

"Many years ago, we wondered if we would meet a singer in the future who could sing to our hearts. Then we met Fan Ge. Tonight, the song he sang made me feel something different. I have met many people in my life. They are like fireworks on my fingertips, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, and in the end they only turn into ashes."

"It's so good it's explosive, that's all I can say. Also, the banana leaves attract the sudden rain, the door knocker attracts the verdigris, and I passed through a small town in Jiangnan and attracted you. This song is really good."

"Van Gogh's gentle voice and simple melody are truly captivating. To be honest, I've never felt this way before. Thank you, Van Gogh, for bringing us such a beautiful piece of music."

"With its ups and downs and rich emotions, I must say that Fan Ge's singing is more like storytelling, unfolding a story slowly and deliberately, like a scroll painting in our minds. To be honest, the most beautiful thing about this song is its artistic conception, which is simply wonderful."

"Forgive me for not being stylistically perfect, but Fan Ge is a true genius! This song is amazing, no one in the Chinese music scene can match his singing. To be honest, and Fan Ge's lyrics are absolutely brilliant, it's impossible not to love it. I could listen to this song eight hundred more times, I just can't stop."

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The barrage of comments in the live stream was inconvenient to navigate, but Xu Fan was focused on singing his song.

Every audience member at the scene was cheering and shouting for Fan Ge's singing.

Fireworks fade quickly, and Xu Fan knew deep down that he came from that world. But the fans at the scene didn't share that thought; they simply felt that the song...

The lyrics are classical and beautiful, with a profound artistic conception. The melody is also set against the backdrop of that city, with a rich ancient folk art style, beautiful and melodious, and a deep sense of history. It is also a questioning of the vicissitudes of history and the impermanence of life, making the listener's mind conjure up an ancient scene.

The pagoda forest was transformed in an instant, and the world changed dramatically amidst the clash of swords and the shifting tides. All of this once happened in the city where people lived every day. They were saddened by its past decline, but proud of its present prosperity. Xu Fan thought the lyrics of this song were beautiful.

Just like its title suggests, this song is extremely cold and aloof. From the minor key guitar in the intro to the piano, there are occasional lonely and gentle embellishments.

Then there's Van Gogh's calm and dignified singing style, devoid of joy or sorrow, all imbued with a layer of aloof aristocratic air. The entire song lacks the support of a large academic orchestra.

There are no explosive high notes, but there is a strange sense of loneliness and historical weight, as if you are quietly contemplating a poignant scene from a thousand years ago through the pauses. It is simple and uncomplicated, making people unable to help but immerse themselves in it.

Xu Fan's voice was still there, slowly growing out, but the melody suddenly changed, subtle changes as if a piece of guzheng music had been suddenly played, extremely beautiful.

The rain falls in torrents, and the old village is overgrown with weeds.

I've heard that you've always been alone.

The mottled city gate, with its gnarled tree roots,

The echo on the stone slab is, "Wait a little longer."

The beautiful melody continued to play, and everyone was captivated by the Western song, listening attentively. The simple lyrics contained profound meaning.

On a certain inflatable morning, a light rain gently fell, tidying up those former hometowns, those places I once stayed, those grasses and trees, which have long since become more and more abundant.

Piles of weeds, all greenery. I heard you've always been alone. I heard you went alone to wait for success in a second. I heard you were alone, waiting there for the empty city gate.

I waited for the mottled city gate to be outside, hoping I could return. But those were just rumors, because you were no longer there. All that remained was the mark you left on the stone slab made by the old tree root.

What I see is that you've been waiting all along. If we could have another chance, I probably would never give up. But often, in the end, there's no chance for us to meet again.

Everyone who listens to Xu Fan's songs feels like they're hearing a story. Some people are even moved to tears by Xu Fan's singing, while others suddenly realize something and feel heartbroken because of their favorite songs.

At this moment, everyone was saddened and grieved by the story in Xu Fan's song. They couldn't bear the thought that the girl had waited for so many years, until she died, and that they would never see each other again. They couldn't bear the thought that the general had gone and returned to find only withered trees and bones.

But that's often how stories are, and that's even more true in reality. Things that remain unchanged in the mortal world have long since changed beyond recognition. No one can change these things; we can only slowly learn to accept them all.