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Chapter 45 Midnight Song?

Life has divided us into two paths...

"One path, following a predetermined trajectory, silently born, silently dying, its end predictable..."

"The other one, emerging from barren land, grows strong step by step, braving the scorching sun and fierce winds, blossoming with brilliant petals..."

"We cannot choose our past, but we can choose our future..."

"..."

On a park bench.

The bustling crowds flowed endlessly.

Zhang Jiali silently looked at the three songs, which were titled "Jiu'er," "The Stage," and an unknown song that only had sheet music and lyrics...

A gust of wind blew by, and she looked up at Zhou Yang.

As the sunlight bathed the white pagoda in a pale gold hue, Zhou Yang leaned against the ornate wrought iron railing, his left hand loosely resting on his discarded suit jacket.

Zhou Yang's gaze was gentle and sincere, but deep within his eyes, it seemed as if a blazing flame was burning.

"But, I... I have a very low level of education, and I can't act... I..."

The flames ignited a spark deep within Zhang Jiali's heart, illuminating a ray of light that briefly allowed her to envision the future.

But then, the flame gradually died down, and she silently lowered her head.

From a young age, he lived in a neglected and unappreciated family, always living cautiously and humbly.

No matter what she did or said, she never received anyone's approval, and she had become accustomed to secretly watching the distant sunlight from a dark corner.

"Every singer starts from learning to speak..."

"Any running champion, taking their first tentative steps..."

"In this world, academic qualifications are very important, and good schools are also very important..."

"But compared to all of these, a person who keeps learning is what's truly important!"

"..."

"As long as you're willing to learn!"

"As long as you're willing to try a second possibility in your life..."

"As long as you remember your dream and never give up!"

"It's important that you believe me!"

"Then anything is possible!"

"I'll give you half a day to think about it. Here's my contact information. If you're interested, feel free to contact me anytime..."

"..."

Zhang Jiali, who had been looking down, raised her head again.

She saw Zhou Yang smile, pat her on the shoulder, and look at her with the gentlest and most sincere gaze.

In a daze, Zhou Yang's figure shone brightly in the sunlight, making her unable to open her eyes for a moment.

Then, she saw Zhou Yang turn around and silently walk into the distance.

Just as she was about to disappear from sight, Zhang Jiali subconsciously stood up from her chair and chased after Zhou Yang.

"Mr. Zhou, I...I...can I really do this?"

Zhou Yang stopped.

Turned.

He stared at her with a serious expression.

"Remember, you can!"

She trembled slightly!
For some reason, my nose felt a little sore.

"Okay, then I'll do it with you!"

"..."

..............................

Recording studio.

The silence was unsettling.

Shen Hu sang "Nine Sons" with heart-wrenching emotion.

A lonely, desolate, and eerie melody, following Shen Hu's voice, surrounded Zhang Jiali's ears.

When Zhang Jiali first heard such explosive music, her scalp tingled.

The staff in the recording studio were also stunned.

They have never recorded music in this "style" before.

A song has been sung.

Shen Hu walked out of the recording studio, his emotions running high. Looking at Zhang Jiali, who was in shock, he couldn't hide his pride.

"I composed this song, 'Nine Daughters,' in the rain..."

"This song represents a passion and faith in dreams, and an indomitable spirit in the face of fate..."

"When you're recording a song, you must express that emotion through your voice..."

"..."

"Also, the song 'The Stage' that I sang for you earlier was also written in the rain..."

"There are many people in this world who long to step onto the stage..."

"But the number of 'stars' who can actually stand on the stage, be seen by people, and receive praise and flowers is always very small..."

"This song is about the longing to perform on a big stage; you must sing out that longing..."

"..."

"The third song, I believe Mr. Zhou told you, was written when I was in my hospital bed, when I was extremely weak..."

"When you sing, you must express that sense of struggle—burning your life, falling down repeatedly, but getting back up again and again..."

"Let's name this song 'Hunger'!"

"..." Shen Hu looked at Zhang Jiali.

He was afraid that this young girl, who had no prior performing experience, wouldn't understand the meaning behind his song.

Therefore, he repeatedly emphasized the emotions and original intentions he had when creating these songs.

Zhang Jiali looked at the lyrics, seemingly understanding but not quite, then glanced at Shen Hu.

Finally, their gaze fell on Zhou Yang.

Zhou Yang smiled and said, "Don't feel guilty! Just give it a try, it's like singing in the bathroom..."

"I……"

"Go ahead and try it, it'll be fine..."

"Well!"

Seeing Zhou Yang's increasingly serious expression, Zhang Jiali nodded, then took a deep breath under Zhou Yang's gaze and walked into the recording studio.

After the recording studio door closed, he looked at the staff and Zhou Yang outside the recording studio...

After seeing them nod at him.

She closed her eyes.

Then, as if singing in the bathroom, she began to sing the song "Nine Sons".

only……

That's it!
When she came out, she saw that Shen Hu's face looked rather unpleasant.

"Jiu'er, you need that feeling of loneliness. You didn't capture that feeling in your singing. Let me demonstrate it for you. This part should be sung like this, like this..."

"..."

Shen Hu kept emphasizing the singing technique and demonstrated it to Zhang Jiali.

Zhang Jiali nodded, her face flushed, and walked into the recording studio to sing another song...

But after this performance...

Shen Hu's expression became increasingly strange.

"It's not this kind of singing, it's that kind of loneliness, extreme loneliness, loneliness is a feeling..."

"You have to feel it right before you can sing well..."

"..."

……

evening.

sunset.

The entrance of the recording studio.

Shen Hu, carrying a guitar, walked out in a fit of rage.

"Mr. Zhou, I just can't get it right no matter how she sings it... Mr. Zhou, how about we find someone else to sing it?"

"Tiger, go and rest first."

"But look at her, she sings without any feeling at all, it's like a typewriter reciting words, like she's performing a funeral..."

"Tiger, you go and rest first. Leave her to me. I'll talk to her slowly..."

"Alright, Mr. Zhou, I'm going to take a nap. Listening to her sing is a disaster..."

"it is good."

Shen Hu, carrying his guitar, eventually left the recording studio.

Behind……

Zhang Jiali huddled in a corner on the steps, her eyes red-rimmed, constantly wiping away tears.

Her spirit had been completely broken by the torment.

"Mr. Zhou, I...I'm sorry, I, I..."

"I sang very seriously, or... I think I should just give up. I can't do it, I might really not be able to..."

"I can't sing such professional songs..."

"Mr. Zhou, I really can't find the feeling, I feel like no matter how I sing, it's not right..."

"Mr. Zhou, how about I... I'll do some manual labor on set... I won't sing anymore, I..."

"..."

When they saw Zhou Yang walking over...

Zhang Jiali looked up at Zhou Yang, and her tears flowed even more freely.

However, Zhou Yang showed no sign of blaming her; instead, he sat down next to her.

What are your thoughts on these three songs?

"I, I...I don't know, I...Mr. Zhou, I really have no talent, no ability, or else..."

"Say whatever you want... It's okay, just tell me your thoughts..."

"I..." Looking at Zhou Yang's serious expression, she said in a tearful voice, "The more I sing, the more I feel like I'm holding a funeral. I just can't get into that lonely feeling of pursuing a dream... and the more I sing, the more scared I get..."

"Your feeling is correct."

"what?"

"Also, I remember you sang in the opera style quite well, didn't you? Don't sing in Mandarin, sing in the opera style..."

"My opera singing isn't standard, I..."

"We must use non-standard opera singing!"

"???"

"Also, let's go eat first, then rest for a while. I've contacted the staff here; we'll come to record the song in the middle of the night..."

"what?"

(End of this chapter)