novelslam Chapter 372 The Final Encore, A Symphony Transcending Time
Chapter 372 The Final Encore, A Symphony Transcending Time
"Stop embarrassing yourself here. Your mother is drinking air-freighted mineral water worth tens of thousands of yuan a box on stage, and you go up there and offer a pack of spicy strips that cost five cents a pack. Those hundreds of thousands of old fans in the audience will definitely poke you into a sieve with glow sticks."
Lin Zhou patted his daughter's shoulder with amusement and pulled her down from the bulletproof railing. Nuonuo pouted unhappily and stuffed the bag of Weilong spicy strips that had barely escaped Lin An's grasp back into the pocket of her custom-made skull leather jacket.
On the stage at this moment, Su Qingge had completely transformed into the sole true god who dominated the entire Workers' Stadium.
As the final high note of "The Beginning" was amplified by the nanosecond-level holographic equipment, transforming into an invisible ripple that almost pierced the heavens and shot straight into the Beijing night sky, 20,000 Lin's specially made nano-drones, which had been circling and waiting outside, simultaneously lit up. The originally somewhat gloomy Beijing night sky was instantly torn apart by a dazzling silver-blue stream of light. Countless points of light frantically converged and collapsed tens of thousands of meters in the air, finally creating a huge holographic star map several kilometers long above the entire city.
On it was the same ancient totem that Su Qingge had used when she first reached the top of the music scene ten years ago.
"Oh my god! Look up at the sky!"
"The Lin Group has made a move! Have they bought up the entire sky of Beijing to use as a backdrop?"
The streets surrounding the stadium fell into a deathly silence. Countless passersby and drivers stuck in traffic opened their car doors, staring blankly up at this miraculous scene. Inside the stadium, the cries of longtime fans had completely spiraled out of control. They looked at the woman in the white dress on stage, her face ageless, and then at the familiar emblem above their heads, as if the past ten years had never passed. They were still the same teenagers who had queued all night in the pouring rain to buy a CD.
Su Qingge stood at the very center of the shimmering light, her chest rising and falling slightly. She listened to the deafening shouts that seemed to shatter the very space around her, and a faint, crystalline light flickered in her cool eyes. Instead of immediately offering polite words, she turned her head slightly, casting her gaze precisely into the darkest, yet safest, corner of the VIP seating area.
There, Lin Zhou was leaning back in his chair with his hands in his pockets, looking rather lazy.
Seeing his wife looking over, the Lin family godfather, whose name alone made Wall Street wolves tremble, winked somewhat irreverently and gave a nonchalant thumbs-up to his chest. That cynical, roguish air was exactly the same as when he cooked instant noodles for her in the basement ten years ago.
Su Qingge's lips curved into a beautiful smile in an instant. With this man standing guard in the audience, she could be fearless on this planet.
Thank you everyone.
Su Qingge raised the pure white microphone again, her clear voice like a spring, calming the restless, turbulent heat in the arena. "Ten years ago, I left here temporarily. For the past ten years, I've lived in seclusion on a small island in the South Pacific, waking up on time every day, watching the tides rise and fall, and occasionally discussing with a certain somewhat troublesome man how to make the chickens in the backyard even more delicious."
A burst of good-natured laughter erupted from the audience, and countless fans applauded enthusiastically while wiping away tears. They all knew just how terrifying and immense power the man who could make the legendary singer willingly wash his hands and cook must possess.
"But I have never forgotten music, and I have never forgotten you."
Su Qingge closed her eyes slightly, and when she opened them again, her eyes were filled with the absolute confidence of a true goddess of the music world. "Tonight is my last performance. Next, I will dedicate this last unreleased piece to my family, and also to all of you who have accompanied me throughout my youth."
boom!
The Royal Symphony Orchestra on one side of the stage suddenly changed its tune. The originally deep and heavy cello sound abruptly disappeared, and in its place was a clear, ethereal piano prelude, as pure as morning dew falling in the forest.
As soon as the tune started, Xiao Linan, who was sitting in the front row, sat up straight abruptly, a look of extreme shock flashing in his big, dark eyes.
"This...this is the song 'Endless Summer' that Mom wrote for three years in the holographic music room on the island?"
The little boy grabbed Lin Zhou's suit sleeve in disbelief, his voice trembling slightly, "Didn't she say that the chords of this piece were too complex, and that no orchestra in the world could keep up with her momentum?"
"You brat, what do you know?"
Lin Zhou gently patted his son's head, his gaze more intense than ever before. "Your mother practiced with those British royal musicians hanging up for three whole months just for tonight. Watch this, this is your mother's true limit."
As the prelude began, Su Qingge slowly took a breath, and her ethereal voice instantly transformed into an invisible sonic boom, pushing the entire stadium's sound system to its absolute limit.
That's not your average pop singing style.
That is the absolute realm that has reached the physiological limits of the human vocal cords, nourished by a microscopic halo of health.
There was no sadness or the melancholy of retirement in her singing; instead, there was an endless, unrestrained vitality, like waves crashing one after another in the Pacific Ocean. With her voice, she was declaring to this era that even if she were to retire for ten years, even if she were to never perform again, the throne of the music scene on this planet would still bear the name of Su Qingge.
"Holy crap... my skull is about to be ripped open by Kasen's voice!"
"Is this even a human being able to sing? It's already reached high C, and it's still going higher!"
"Times have changed, but God is still God!"
The music critics in the audience were so engrossed in their work that they couldn't even type anymore. They were all staring blankly with their mouths agape, letting the tingling, micro-current-like sensation run wildly through their bodies.
Looking at the radiant woman on the stage from the VIP seats, Lin Zhou's eyes were overflowing with tenderness. He suddenly felt that the halo of health left behind when the system was unbound was truly the most perfect gift of his life. It not only ensured that his children were free from illness and disaster, but also allowed his wife to still possess the unparalleled beauty and charm she had at the peak of her twenties, even surpassing it.
The song ended.
Su Qingge slowly lowered the microphone and bowed deeply to the audience. Her snow-white haute couture gown spread out on the stage, like a magnificent lotus flower quietly blooming in the night.
Goodbye, my friends.
She whispered her final farewell, then turned without a trace of lingering affection and strode towards the dark backstage corridor. At the end of the corridor, Lin Zhou had already taken off his cumbersome suit jacket, wearing only a slightly loose white shirt, and was waiting there with his arms outstretched.
Su Qingge threw herself into her husband's broad and warm embrace almost without hesitation.
"Boss Lin, how was my singing? Did I embarrass you, the richest man?"
Su Qingge buried her slightly flushed face in Lin Zhou's neck and asked a question, her voice full of a coquettish little woman's tone.
Lin Zhou held her tightly, kissed her earlobe hard, and laughed as he replied.
"Of course, my woman, Lin Zhou's woman, almost shattered my trillion-dollar trust portfolio with that high note just now."
"Dad, Mom, you two should tone it down. President Li is blocking the way in the corridor with more than a dozen overseas media outlets. If you two start kissing here, tomorrow's headlines won't be about your farewell concert anymore."
Nuonuo, carrying her leather jacket, poked her little head out with a slightly annoyed expression, interrupting their tender moment.
Lin Zhou turned his head and gave his daughter a somewhat cold look.
"Let them wait, I'm taking my wife home to feed the chickens now."
As Lin Zhou spoke, he forcefully scooped Su Qingge up in his arms and strode towards the private bulletproof van at the side door. Old Chen followed closely behind, casually opening the car door, his smile appearing particularly deep in the night.
"Young Master, the flight path has been confirmed with the air traffic control, and we can take off at any time."
Old Chen, sitting in the passenger seat, turned his head somewhat respectfully to report.
Lin Zhou leaned back in his leather seat, casually pulled a box of chilled strawberry gummies from the refrigerator, and tossed it to Nuonuo, his tone lazy yet carrying an undeniable authority.
"Let's go back to the island. There are too many people here, and it's so noisy that my son can't even memorize the music."
Lin An rolled his eyes.
"Dad, I memorized it last night. It's obvious you want to go back to the island and go fishing with the foreign uncle."
The boy didn't hold back in dismantling the plan.
"Shut up, or your and your sister's spicy snack quota will be halved tomorrow morning."
Lin Zhou made a fierce threat, which caused another burst of cheerful laughter to erupt in the carriage.
The van, like a steel behemoth, vandalized into the somewhat hazy night of Beijing under the escort of countless black-clad assassins, leaving behind the huge stadium still roaring wildly because of the departure of the myth.
Their era has come to an end on the stage.
But on that isolated island in the South Pacific, the Lin family's undefeated reign was only just beginning its most perfect second half.
"Old Chen, tell the pilot to go up to the maximum speed. I absolutely have to have that bowl of ginseng and chicken soup tonight."
Lin Zhou, with Su Qingge already feeling a bit sleepy in his arms, casually gave her an order.
"Alright, young master, this old servant will go and urge them right away."
Old Chen smiled and turned his head away.