dkrc Chapter 107 The Person So Beautiful They Make You Jealous Was Written into a Song
Chapter 107 The Person So Beautiful They Make You Jealous Was Written into a Song
The publicity director's eyes lit up: "This... is actually a potential topic. We can work around it and steer public opinion towards social issues like local cultural preservation and brain drain. This will both maintain the buzz and add depth to the program..."
"And then?" Zhao Zhong retorted, "And then everyone will criticize our production team for being blind and for driving away a local talent?"
"Well……"
The meeting lasted two hours, but ultimately no perfect solution was reached.
We can only take it one step at a time and first ensure that the recording of the fourth episode goes smoothly.
After the meeting, Zhao Zhong sat alone in the conference room, staring at the darkening sky outside the window.
He recalled Wang Bo's calm gaze at the party that night, and the tone in which he said he was disheartened about Lin'an.
This young man was more difficult to deal with than he had imagined.
Not only is he talented, but he also has brains, attitude, and the fearless spirit to face challenges.
"This is difficult..." Zhao Zhong sighed.
The next afternoon, at the Lin'an TV station recording studio.
The fourth season of "The Voice of China" is about to begin recording.
The atmosphere in the backstage dressing room was more subtle than in any previous episode.
Wang Bo sat by the window, tuning his guitar. He had brought a warmer-sounding acoustic guitar specifically for this episode's narrative folk songs.
Qin Xiao was on the other side, resting with his eyes closed, but his slightly trembling eyelashes betrayed his unsettled state of mind.
Lin Xiaoya and Bai Wei were preparing, occasionally stealing glances at Wang Bo, their eyes filled with a mixture of admiration, envy, and a little bit of resentment.
Competing against someone like that would be too much pressure.
Li Xuan sat in the far corner, his face as pale as if he had just been pulled out of an ice cellar.
He just went to draw lots.
He almost burst into tears when he saw the lottery results.
It's Wang Bo again!
God, are you trying to kill me?
Li Xuan looked at the number plate in his hand with tears in his eyes, then looked at Wang Bo, who was calm and composed not far away, and felt like a clown repeatedly tormented by fate.
"Brother Xuan, are you alright?" Lin Xiaoya noticed his unusual behavior and asked softly.
"I..." Li Xuan opened his mouth, but in the end he just shook his head weakly. "It's nothing."
What could he say?
Is the production team definitely rigged the show, deliberately pitting him against Wang Bo again to clear the way for Qin Xiao?
He dared not say that.
If he had said that, he wouldn't have been able to stay in this industry.
Shortly after, the stage recording began.
The first two rounds of the competition went smoothly, with Qin Xiao advancing, Lin Xiaoya entering the loser's bracket, and A Fei failing to advance.
When it was Wang Bo and Li Xuan's turn, the atmosphere was noticeably different.
When the host announced the program, the audience erupted in enthusiastic applause and cheers, interspersed with shouts of "Wang Bo! Wang Bo!"
When Li Xuan went on stage, the applause was polite and restrained.
Today he sang an original song called "Urban Dream," which his management company commissioned to be produced at great expense. The song features elaborate arrangements, lyrics filled with seemingly profound words, and meticulously designed dance moves.
Objectively speaking, Li Xuan's performance in this game was not bad; in fact, it could be said to be better than any of his previous games.
But the problem is, his opponent is Wang Bo.
After the performance, Li Xuan bowed in gratitude, and the applause was quite enthusiastic.
Wang Bo walked onto the stage with his guitar on his back.
Today he wore a simple light gray sweater and jeans, with white sneakers on his feet, looking as clean and neat as a senior student on a university campus.
The stage lights dimmed, leaving only a spotlight shining on him.
Wang Bo stood in front of the microphone.
Without saying anything more, he plucked the strings.
As the intro begins, simple guitar arpeggios sound clear and soothing, like the afterglow of sunset on a bluestone road.
The scene quieted down.
Wang Bo spoke, his voice gentler than usual, carrying a faint sense of wistfulness, as if recalling something.
As soon as the first verse came out, some people in the audience were already getting into the groove.
These lyrics... are so true.
It's so real, like a fragment pulled directly from everyone's memory.
Wang Bo sang about the struggles of parting, reluctance, freedom and ties in the simplest of words, yet they were more powerful than any flowery language.
Su Yiyi sat in the first row, her hands folded on her knees, her eyes fixed on Wang Bo on the stage.
Her heart skipped a beat when she heard "you're holding my hand".
The imagery is so vivid.
She seemed to see the streets of that city, two figures embracing under the streetlights, hands clasped tightly, and a parting speech that seemed unspoken.
In the chorus, Wang Bo's voice rose slightly, conveying emotions layer by layer, with twists and turns.
Some audience members were already getting teary-eyed.
This song is so relatable—regardless of whether you've been to that city or not, whether you've left any stories behind there, you can hear your own sense of nostalgia in the song.
When those children's voices came out together, the scene was completely overwhelmed.
So vivid!
Su Yiyi was already in tears.
She didn't know why she was crying. Was it because the song was so beautiful, or because the scenes in the song were so beautiful that they made her jealous of the "you" who could be written into the song?
Or perhaps it was because she suddenly realized that she also wanted to walk with Wang Bo on the streets of a city, until all the lights went out, until they reached the end of the road.
Wang Bo was completely immersed in the performance, his fingers dancing lightly on the strings.
His singing has a magical power that makes people forget that this is a competition, forget that this is a recording studio, and only remember those fragments about the city, about parting, and about tender memories.
In the final verse, Wang Bo's voice grew softer and softer, fading into the distance, as if he and the person in the song had truly disappeared into the night of that city.
The guitar music gradually stopped.
Wang Bo bowed slightly to the audience.
A few seconds of deathly silence.
Then, applause erupted like a storm and lasted for a full two minutes.
Many audience members stood up and applauded; some had tears in their eyes, while others waved their arms vigorously.
Backstage, Li Xuan's face was ashen.
He knew he had lost again.
The defeat was complete and utter, without a doubt.
He was even somewhat relieved—losing to such a performance wasn't shameful.
Qin Xiao stood in the waiting area, looking at Wang Bo's calm face on the screen, and suddenly smiled.
He accepted his defeat wholeheartedly.
This is not a victory of technique, but a victory of emotion, a victory of art.
Wang Bo proved one thing with a song: the best music is always the music that touches people's hearts.
The recording ended at 10 p.m.
Wang Bo walked out of the TV station with his guitar on his back and saw Su Yiyi's car parked on the side of the road.
She drove a white SUV today, with a new driver's sticker on it—she's had her license for three years, but has only driven a handful of times.
"Wang Bo!" Su Yiyi leaned out of the driver's seat and waved to him.
Wang Bo walked over, opened the passenger door, and got in.
There was a faint scent of osmanthus in the car—it was Su Yiyi's usual car air freshener.