When Luo Bingqing sang the line "You are a free bird," fierce applause erupted from the audience below.
Fans watching the concert live stream were also incredibly excited.
[Oh my god, this song is so, so, so good! So powerful! Bingbing sang it so well!]
["But I still won't give up hope because of the pain. The wounds I've suffered grow into scars, blooming into incredibly beautiful flowers. Content with being ordinary, yet unwilling to fail ordinarily."]
[Oh my gosh, I'm crying listening to this, how are these lyrics written so well wuwuwu.]
[Zhou Yi wrote it, he's really so talented. This song fits Bingbing perfectly.]
[Thinking about Zhou Yi's own experiences, no wonder he could write this song.]
[What will Zhou Yi sing later? I'm so looking forward to it. Bingbing's Huaihai stop concert this time is really high quality.]
[He grew up in an orphanage. I watched his live stream back then, remembering him saying 'The harsh times will always pass, walk through them and it's spring.' It's heartbreaking even if you're not a fan.]
......
The barrage was almost all praise for Luo Bingqing and Zhou Yi, after all, this song was written for her by Zhou Yi.
Listening to this song, everyone thought of Zhou Yi's experiences, as if hearing his own story and journey.
Fans imagined many things Zhou Yi himself might not even know, feeling a mix of admiration and heartache for him.
When Luo Bingqing finished singing, thunderous applause shook the venue.
She said a few simple words on stage, and then it was time for Zhou Yi to appear.
As Zhou Yi took the stage, screams and cheers, mostly from female fans, filled the air.
Zhou Yi's fans had waited through the live stream for several hours just for him. The moment he appeared, they snapped awake, filling the barrage with frantic, lavish praise.
The fan site photographers on site were pressing their shutter buttons so fast their hands were going numb.
"Holy crap, Zhou Yi's styling today is just... the traffic is going to explode once these pictures go out," one site photographer who had rushed over overnight said to another beside her.
Another photographer, clicking away, replied, "Yeah, this is my first time shooting Zhou Yi. I wonder if I'll gain some followers."
"Gain followers? More than that! You know that 'Crazy Rabbit' account? Just that one set of pictures made them a fortune, plus they gained over a hundred thousand followers. Damn, I'm so jealous I could die."
"Holy crap, I have to get some god-tier shots today!"
The site photographers were originally all thinking about taking pictures to make money, but when Zhou Yi's singing began, they couldn't help but become captivated.
Zhou Yi sang a song called "Mercury Records."
[Captivated by your eyes]
[The galaxy has traces to follow]
......
[Make a dream for you]
[Make a dream for you]
[Wait until I see you silver all over the sky]
[Wait until I can't tell the seasons changing]
[Dare I say I'm immersed]
......
[How much farther to enter your heart]
[How much longer to get close to you]
[That person so near yet unable to get closer]
[Is also waiting to meet you]
[The orbiting planet]
[How can it]
[Possess you]
......
[How to explore]
[How fortunate must I be]
[Dare to let you discover you are not lonely]
[When I can still fly with you]
[Orbiting is dull]
[But at least I can]
[Accompany you]
......
When Zhou Yi sang this song, he truly poured his emotions into it.
He thought of Daisy once again.
The first time he saw Daisy, he was stunned by her pair of blue eyes.
They became husband and wife in a dream.
But he could never meet Daisy again.
How could he ever possess her?
The more Zhou Yi sang, the sadder he became, almost forgetting he was at a concert.
Because he sang with genuine feeling, his performance was exceptionally moving.
The song itself was beautiful, tinged with a faint melancholy. Zhou Yi, frowning slightly with closed eyes, saw scene after scene of his meeting and separation with Daisy flash through his mind.
Perhaps it's always what you can't have that's hardest to forget. Singing this song, Daisy naturally surfaced in Zhou Yi's thoughts.
A site photographer who had been taking pictures felt on the verge of tears listening to Zhou Yi sing.
She too remembered a past love, lost in the song Zhou Yi was singing.
[Thinking of my unrequited love that went nowhere, I want to cry.]
["How much farther to enter your heart" – hearing this line is unbearable. Zhou Yi sings this song so authentically, it feels like he really has a unforgettable white moonlight in his heart.]
[Li Yu looks so deeply affectionate singing this song. Whoever is loved by him would be so lucky, wuwuwu.]
[I can really hear a sense of deep affection in it.]
[Of course you have to put emotion into singing. Stop overthinking it, will you?]
[Exactly. He looks at everything with depth. That voice singing love songs is naturally affectionate. He excels at any genre of song; it's just professionalism. Why drag some first love or white moonlight into it?]
......
In the barrage, some were moved by Zhou Yi's song, while others debated whether he sang it for someone specific. Some girlfriend-fans, unhappy hearing this, began to argue back.
A quarrel broke out in the barrage, the first such conflict among Zhou Yi's fans.
However, this is a very normal occurrence among fanbases. With more fans come all types, and girlfriend-fans are often the most combative and also the most loyal in the long run.
After Zhou Yi finished the song, enthusiastic applause erupted below, with everyone shouting his name. He offered a faint smile, bowed to the audience, appearing like a completely different person from the one singing moments before.
This made fans think he was just deeply immersed in the song, and returned to normal once it ended.
So that profound affection was just because of the song. The fans stopped arguing and switched into praise mode.
Looking at the waving glow sticks in the audience, Zhou Yi quickly detached himself from the emotion. While singing, he couldn't help but think of Daisy. Once the song ended, he was still Zhou Yi.
Only after Zhou Yi finished singing did the site photographer snap back to reality. Looking at her camera, she patted her chest and said,
"Good thing I had the video mode on, or this trip would have been wasted again."
"Gotta say, Zhou Yi's singing is really freaking amazing. I'm about to become a fan."
"Post the pictures! Quick, grab the trending spot! Otherwise, if other site photographers post first, no one will look at ours."
"Oh, right, right, right. These shots are too good. If I post the video directly, it might get better traffic than their photos."
The site photographer who recorded the video didn't expect that posting it would land her directly on the hot search list, with even higher popularity than those posting Zhou Yi's raw photos.
Perhaps it was because the song was simply too good and highly relatable. Even passersby who hadn't watched the concert or live stream were sharing and discussing it after seeing it.
Backstage, the looks Li Yiyi and Song Ming gave Zhou Yi were full of admiration.
He never failed to bring surprises. Previously, his rock singing was amazing, and this time, his slow song was equally stunning.
Moreover, the songs he wrote for Luo Bingqing could wow everyone with just one. Such talent was impossible not to admire.
Calling him a "musical prodigy" was no exaggeration.
After the concert ended, both Zhou Yi and Luo Bingqing's names were on the hot search list.
Below, one highly upvoted comment was pushed to the top of the hot comments:
The music scene isn't Zhou Yi's comfort zone anymore; it's his dominion.
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
