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Chapter 284 - 257 "Childhood

Chapter 284: Chapter 257 "Childhood

"Childhood" was a song that Wu Mu drew early on but had never sung.

It was an absolute classic from the previous Earth, a signature piece by the godfather of music, Luo Dayou.

It was the kind of song that would definitely make the list of the top few dozen in the Chinese music scene.

Its popularity was unbeatable, a golden classic in the hearts of several generations from the previous Earth.

Of all the songs he had drawn now, "Childhood" was probably the one with the highest rating and the widest recognition from his past life.

But although its achievements were impressive, to be honest, using this song in a competition wasn’t as good as "I Have Nothing."

"I Have Nothing" was a rock song, which naturally had an advantage in competitions, while "Childhood" was a ballad, with a calmer style that didn’t really show off skills or vocal talents.

With this kind of song, if you did not immerse the audience in the atmosphere and touch them, then you might as well be ready to receive low scores.

If he didn’t have a skill bonus, if it weren’t for the fact that the first episode was only about ranking and not eliminations, singing this kind of song wasn’t really suitable.

Of course, he had a reason for the last-minute switch to this less advantageous song.

Holding the microphone, Wu Mu looked at the camera and smiled, "It’s a song a friend wanted to hear. I didn’t sing it before, but today I will sing it on the show, wishing her to always be as happy as she was in her childhood."

Singing a song for a friend on a competitive show?

Do you think this is a concert?

The audience was somewhat impressed by his disregard for conventions, and they whispered among themselves, who is this friend Wu is talking about?

It sounded like there was something going on.

Zhou Min was also curious and turned to Lin Qingyue, asking, "Who is Wu Mu singing for..."

But she stopped mid-sentence.

Because, next to her, her childhood friend was smiling radiantly, her eyes curved, visibly happy.

...Okay, there was no need to ask.

Zhou Min pouted, "Being a singer is so good for charming girls, hey, hey, rein it in, don’t let a single song bewitch you completely."

Lin Qingyue nodded with a smile, "It’s easy to be deceived."

At the show venue, after introducing the act, Wu Mu didn’t delay.

He took the microphone and walked towards the center of the stage, to the stool that the show crew had prepared for him.

He was going to accompany a segment himself later, which would allow him to benefit from the self-playing and singing skill bonus, making the live effect even better.

Settling down on the stool and securing the microphone, he picked up the guitar.

The stage lights dimmed to darkness in sync with the start of his performance.

After a simulated heartbeat sound, the accompaniment began to play.

Then, a warm light shone on Wu Mu, and his voice rose with the accompaniment:

"Under the banyan tree by the pond, cicadas sing loudly about summer."

"On the swing by the playing field, only butterflies rest upon it."

"The teacher’s chalk on the blackboard is still desperately chirping away, writing non-stop."

"Waiting for class to end."

"Waiting for school to end."

"Waiting for the childhood of play."

The lyrics of "Childhood" were very simple, devoid of anything complicated, but in fact, this simplicity was what Luo Dayou had spent most of his time on when writing the song; he took five years to perfect the lyrics.

Simple, easy to understand, and full of imagery.

There was a sense of profound simplicity, artistry without ostentation.

Previously, when it was Lin Qingyue’s birthday and she asked him to sing a song about herself, the first song he thought of was the one he had in hand.

His own childhood was undeniably different from the childhood he saw in Lin Qingyue’s photos.

No drawing, no cars, no director father, and definitely no star-studded family.

He came from a rural family in a small town, where childhood was mostly spent swimming in rivers, fishing, and stealing oranges from the neighboring village with the kids.

Burying orange seeds by the front door, waiting for his own tree to grow.

During class, often staring at the teacher on the podium, zoning out with comic strip plots in his mind, then watching the digital clock during the last lesson, counting the seconds before rushing out of the classroom with classmates.

When it was time for afternoon class, still dragging his feet in front of the TV, wanting to watch the exciting segment to the end until a friend called from outside the door; grabbing his backpack and running to school together.

The lyrics of "Childhood" might not match with his own entirely.

But as he sang these words, the scenes from his childhood naturally appeared before his eyes.

Different experiences, but the emotions and sentiments were transferable.

His childhood might not be as glamorous as Lin Qingyue’s, but it also contained various joys and concerns, all sorts of little thoughts.

"We always wait until right before bed to realize we’ve only done a little bit of homework."

"We always wait until after the exams to realize we haven’t read the books we should have."

"An inch of time is worth an inch of gold."

"The teacher said gold cannot buy you an inch of time."

"Day after day, year after year."

"The hazy childhood."

Zhou Min was initially watching the screen with a somewhat critical eye, but now she was lost in thought.

She let out a long sigh, "Wu Mu’s song is quite good, it reminds me of our childhood. I remember you hitting someone in kindergarten, making me cry."

Lin Qingyue looked at her, "Before I hit you, didn’t you forget something?"

Zhou Min was clueless, "Forgot what?"

Never mind, as long as you’re happy.

"This song doesn’t seem very suitable for the competition," Zhou Min realized.

Lin Qingyue nodded, "Yes."

It wasn’t quite suitable.

But she liked it.

Lin Qingyue looked at the glowing figure on the computer screen with a smiling gaze, her eyes happily squinted.

It seemed as though she could see through his singing voice to his childhood, different from hers, but likewise filled with both sorrows and joys.