All-rounder Artist-Chapter 393: 372 Please be Kind_1

Chapter 393 -372 Please be Kind_1

In a bedroom of a large flat on the outskirts.

At midnight, Wang Qiu was still on the phone with the company:

“If Xian Yu doesn’t release a song in November, we’ll set our schedule for November. Now that the new artist season has been canceled, we don’t need to give way to new artists in November. New artists have their own charts…”

Before the integration, November was Qin Continent’s new artist season.

Every November, only new artists could release songs, and artists who had already debuted would not release songs in November.

This was Qin Continent’s highly acclaimed new artist protection system.

Later, with the increase of singers after the integration, November was no longer enough to provide protection for new artists, so the Literature and Art Association issued a new regulation—

To abolish the rule of November as the new artist season!

This was not to squeeze the living space of new artists, but to protect new artists. From now on, new artists could release songs at any time. However, their works would no longer compete with artists who had already debuted, but would have a dedicated new artist new song chart.

When this regulation was released, it was generally well received.

New artists didn’t have to wait until November for their chance, and artists who had already debuted didn’t have to give up competing for the November new song chart.

Some music companies even specifically guarded the new artist new song chart and tried to recruit any potential talents that appeared.

“Okay.”

The person on the other end of the phone said, “Then let’s see what movement Xian Yu makes this month. I’ll also inquire about Starlight, you just wait for my good news here.”

“Um, hang up.”

Wang Qiu looked at the computer. It was already twelve zero five.

“Eager to listen to the song?”

“Yeah, let’s see if our departure as three artists was the right decision.”

“Okay, I’ll listen too.”

After hanging up the phone, Wang Qiu looked at the computer.

Xian Yu released a song in October, three top-tier singers withdrew, and Wang Qiu was one of the three top-tier singers who announced the change of schedule.

He stayed up this late just to wait for Xian Yu’s new song. So, after hanging up the phone, he immediately put on his headphones and found this newly released song “White Rose,” which dominated the largest promo banner on the player.

Lyrics: Xian Yu

Composer: Xian Yu

Singer: Sun Yaohuo

Seeing the name Sun Yaohuo, Wang Qiu’s eyes flashed with envy, and then he clicked to play the song.

The prelude was very familiar.

Exactly the same as “Red Rose”.

If you just listen to the prelude without looking at the song name, everyone would think that this is “Red Rose”.

But with the start of the singing, this thought was immediately shattered:

“White as white teeth, passion swallowed up, champagne has long since evaporated completely; white as a white moth sinking back into the mundane world, looking down at a memorial tablet; but when love suddenly changes into an annoyance, just like a dirty filth don’t mention; silent with a smile, roses with thorns in return, only trust in defense…”

Wang Qiu raised his eyebrows slightly.

If read in Mandarin, these lyrics do not rhyme, and are even somewhat obscure.

But Sun Yaohuo sang in Qi language, and the feeling came out as soon as he sang.

It’s still such a beautiful melody, with every line of rhyme neatly stressed, and the finish of each breath lands at the most comfortable spot, combined with Sun Yaohuo’s accent which is pure enough to make your ears pregnant.

The voice broke through the obscure barrier of the lyrics.

And when the chorus came, even people who didn’t understand Qi language would understand what this song was singing about. Recalling the version of “Red Rose”, the feeling of immersion suddenly became profound.

The music actually isn’t extravagant.

There were no explosive drumbeats, no resplendent arrangements, just the sound of Sun Yaohuo’s voice, slightly hoarse and helpless:

“How can you be cruel yet still beautiful; what can’t be obtained has always been valuable; how can one cope with disadvantages without scheming, revealing awe to test your laws. Even if it’s a nightmare, it’s still beautiful, willingly be at the bottom to set off your nobility; a handful of roses simulates the funeral of the heart as love has already faded, in the next life…”

Wang Qiu was not deeply familiar with Qi language, yet at this point, there was no hesitation in his understanding.

His eyes suddenly stung a bit.

Red roses and white roses, huh…

For a man, two roses symbolise two women.

If the red rose represents what has been obtained but is not cherished, than the white rose represents what is admired from afar but is unattainable.

No matter how cold, no matter how dignified and noble, men are willing to be servile.

It’s as if it was a cruel dream. You know you can’t hold onto to it, but you aren’t willing to wake up from, like a bewitched fool.

Xian Yu expressed his agitation in “Red Rose”.

And “White Rose” explained the origins of that agitation.

The same melody, but tells a connected story; one of a red rose’s habits and tiredness in life, and of a white rose’s brilliance and allure in dreams.

The former suppresses, the latter collapses.

At this moment, it seemed that a shadow, long forgotten in Wang Qiu’s memory, suddenly re-emerged with the song, like an unwanted nightmare.

But I shouldn’t think of her.

I already have a new partner, and the previous white rose has been married and had children since last year. It’s a mistake to even dwell on her, yet this song has stirred up these past memories.

Memories are unreasonable.

The more Wang Qiu tried to restrain himself, the more fragmented emotions surged within him, as if he was stuck in quicksand created by the song from which he couldn’t extricate himself, causing his breath to slightly quicken.

Suddenly, the voice in his ear softened:

“White, as sugar, mysteriously destroyed, what was initially obtained is no longer there, white as sugar, wrongly thrown into the mundane world, and dissolved within it.”

White sugar, white moonlight…

Wang Qiu’s heart suddenly calmed, as if being shattered piece by piece, and then slowly reshaped.

Seemingly sensing Wang Qiu’s emotions, the voice in the headphones continued, but did not intend to linger.

“Even if it’s a nightmare, it’s still beautiful, ready to be last, bolstering your nobility, giving me roses, coming to the funeral, past relationships are void when I already passed, reincarnated in another life…”

The song had now ended.

In the lingering reverberation of the final notes, despite the same melody, it was imbued with an air of desolation.

Was it lamenting those who haven’t yet moved on, or was the song reflecting on its own obtuseness?

Wang Qiu suddenly exhaled a breath, his breathing steadied, he gently removed his headphones, and stepped out of the whirlpool of chaotic emotions, escaping far, far away.

So what if you have attained it?

It’s nothing more than gaining agitation.

If it’s lost, so what? It’s nothing more than reincarnation in the sea of suffering, if a person were to split into two halves, how to tell who is the white rose, and who is the red rose?

It’s nothing more than the devil of the heart making mischief.

A smile appeared on Wang Qiu’s face, unknown whether he was relieved that he had extricated himself early from the mire of the October season rankings, or was moved that he had timely extricated himself from a whirlpool of emotions.

He inexplicably opened the Tribe account of Xian Yu, intending to click ‘follow’, only to see Xian Yu had just posted an update.

“Every man has at least two women in his life. Marry a red rose, and over time, the red turns into a smudge of mosquito blood on the wall, while the white one remains the ‘moonlight in his heart’. Marry a white rose, and the white becomes a grain of rice stuck to your clothes, while the red one remains a cinnabar mole in your heart.”

Wang Qiu paused for a moment.

Shortly after, Wang Qiu felt completely relieved.

The mosquito blood on the wall is actually that cinnabar mole. The sticky rice grain on the clothes is the real ‘moonlight in his heart’. Not being able to obtain it is not the reason for your agitation. Please be kind.