Huayu: Starting by piggybacking on the fame of "Fairy Mom"

Chapter 108 Dawn Breaks

Dust particles floated slowly in the projected beam of light, weaving a simple image on the screen.

Liu Qianqian was wearing a simple white short-sleeved shirt, and her hair was softly draped over her shoulders.

Her small figure stood straight, her hands gripping the upright microphone tightly.

A beam of light slanted across her profile, illuminating her youthful yet unusually focused face.

There was no accompaniment.

Or rather, the prelude is the sound of her gently inhaling in this silence.

Then, she spoke.

It was a winter day, the wind no longer lingered, and when my mother spoke of them, her eyes dimmed...

Her voice was no longer the crisp, soft one it usually was, nor was it the cheerful sweetness of "Little Apple".

Rather, it is a kind of clarity and etherealness that has been refined and imbued with a narrative.

Each word was uttered softly, like drops of water from a mountain stream, each one striking the listener's heart.

Liu Xiaoli was rooted to the spot by the voice.

Through her blurry, tear-filled eyes, she stared intently at her daughter in the picture.

The song echoed in her ears, suddenly pulling her thoughts back to that winter—she dared not look back, dared not stop, she could only tightly hold her daughter's frozen little hand, telling herself again and again: she must be stronger, because she still had her.

The daughter looked up, puzzled, and asked, "Mommy, why are we leaving?"

But how did she answer?

Should I share my pain with my daughter as well?

No, that's a different kind of harm.

She could only feign composure, but her eyes betrayed her deep sorrow...

In the video, Liu Qianqian's voice lowered and became slightly hoarse, a sign that her emotions were beginning to stir.

Don't leave/Don't hurt...

The lyrics were like a sharp knife, piercing Liu Xiaoli's heart and tearing open the images she had been trying to lock away but always dreamt of in the middle of the night—those sleepless nights when she thought she had hidden them well, but her daughter would always sneak into her arms and hug her tightly.

In her sleep, her daughter's clothes were often soaked with tears, and she kept murmuring, "Mommy, don't go... I'm scared..."

I want to hold her hand tightly / and tell Mom that the future will be even more beautiful...

When Liu Qianqian sang this part, her voice finally cracked slightly.

Without warning, glistening tears rolled down her cheeks from her small eyes, which were brimming with stories.

One after another, they flowed quietly.

She didn't wipe her eyes, or even blink, letting the tears blur her vision as she stubbornly continued singing.

The tears reflected a bright light under the lamp.

She's crying for me!

This realization, like a scalding hot current, instantly broke down all the frozen dams in Liu Xiaoli's heart.

It's not that her daughter needs her to heal, but rather that her daughter is trying to heal her!

Those tears weren't for myself, but for the smiles my mother had lost!

This Spring Festival, after the agreement was signed, she drowned her sorrows in alcohol.

Her daughter arrived—she feigned nonchalance, offering no words of comfort, but rather shaking her head like a little adult, with a hint of teasing: "...You've drunk yourself into a stupor. This family would be doomed without me..."

At that time, although there was pain in her eyes, she conveyed light and hope to herself!

[Seeing the sun rise...]

As she sang this line, Liu Qianqian's voice choked with emotion, but she put in even more effort, and a smile slowly appeared on her face.

Swah——

A warm and pure golden light poured down from above the image, instantly and gently enveloping her entire figure!

She seemed to glow, her soft hair edged with gold. The tear stains on her face, still wet with tears, shone like sparkling diamonds in the bright light.

She tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and received the baptism of light.

At this moment, she was no longer the little girl who was singing.

She is a fairy who has fallen to earth, an elf who comes from the morning mist, and a little sun that rests on earth.

[Mom smiled/Dawn broke]

These two almost declarative chants gently escaped from Liu Qianqian's tearful voice.

Its daybreak!

This image struck Liu Xiaoli's heart so directly and powerfully.

All the lingering gloom and worries in her heart... all the darkness and heaviness were dispelled without a trace in this beam of light full of hope and vitality.

The past is not a permanent scar, but merely the darkness that must pass before sunrise.

My daughter's achievements and her deep affection are the best reward and proof of all my efforts for her.

What else could she possibly worry about, what else could she not let go of?

In the scene, the last note falls softly, and Liu Qianqian, enveloped in light, slowly opens her eyes, her long eyelashes still damp.

But the smile on his face was full of ease and brightness.

Gazing at her daughter's heart-stirring smile, Liu Xiaoli's tears hadn't even dried, yet her lips involuntarily parted slightly—she smiled too. The laughter, tinged with sobs, was filled with warmth and pride.

The screen dims, and playback ends.

The meeting room was silent, save for the faint, restrained sobs.

Liu Xiaoli took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly. It was as if she was finally exhaling a heavy burden that had been building up for many years.

She turned her head and looked at Zhou Wenqiong, whose eyes were also filled with tears. Their gazes met in mid-air.

No words are needed.

The sky has truly brightened!

……

After a long silence, Chen Minghua took off his glasses, wiped them, and exclaimed, "Teacher Liu, I've listened to this piece countless times; even at my age, it brings tears to my eyes!"

He looked at Liu Xiaoli with blessings in his eyes, "I really envy you, truly."

Both Li Jun and Yang Yuying nodded in approval.

Zhou Wenqiong, on the other hand, held Liu Xiaoli's hand tightly, nodding and shaking her head—Xixi may be nice, but she's a liar.

Chen Minghua looked around at everyone and said earnestly, "It's not about how much money they've made, nor about their achievements today. It's about their heart, about the lyrics and the emotions in the song."

"Yes, Sisi sang really well. In a few years, she'll be amazing. This song is also wonderfully written." Yang Yuying sincerely offered her praise.

She only heard the full version of Liu Yifei's album a week ago.

The songs on the album are of different styles, and both the lyrics and the melodies seem to be perfect.

The key question is about the singer, Liu Qianqian. How old is she?

Eight years old!

How can she sing so well?

This talent and emotional investment are seamless, perfectly showcasing various styles.

Even if I've been a prominent figure in the music industry for over a decade, I might not be able to achieve that.

However, the main point is to get Zhou Xiaobai to write more songs for me.

Her eyes were a mixture of envy, jealousy, admiration, and hope—she had finally agreed to many conditions to commission a song, and thought there was no hope for the future. But just now, from the very beginning of the scene, she saw something was amiss; Zhou Xiaobai was being completely overwhelmed.

So, as long as Sisi praises someone well, that person might fall for it.

Little girls are easy to please!

What she didn't know was that Zhou Xiaobai had also set his sights on her—making her work like a slave for the cause of immortality was a must.

It's hard to say who will ultimately fall for it, but we'll have to wait until we meet the real person and the system will assess whether they're a good fit.