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

Chapter 112 Shadow Area

The simple piano music is like raindrops gently tapping on the windowsill.

In the video, Liu Qianqian is wearing a pair of headphones that are a bit too big for her. She sits on a high stool with her small hands holding the microphone, her feet not touching the ground, swaying gently in the air.

She proudly raised her head, waved her fist at someone off-camera, and then turned back to the microphone.

[Open the window and look at the white birds on the horizon]

The first line is sweet and pure.

His pronunciation was clear, each word rounded yet light, like a bird about to take flight, causing the audience to unconsciously hold their breath.

Even Liu Xiaoli and Zhou Wenqiong were stunned.

When I was choreographing for Era Records before, I just thought it was someone else's kid singing a song. I thought it sounded nice and it was somewhat familiar.

The grand performance in the morning made them forget to savor it.

But now it's different. Not only is there sound, but the visuals are also synchronized, making for a completely different experience.

This was the first time that Liu Qianqian's perfect, nightingale-like appearance had been so clearly felt by her mother and aunt.

[Remembering your minty smile]

As the melody progressed, the whispers from the audience seemed to pause for a moment; they quieted down and savored the music.

The children felt it most directly. They unconsciously grabbed the candies prepared on the table, unwrapped them, and put them in their mouths, as if trying to compare whether the candy in their mouths was sweeter or the song in their ears was sweeter.

We are all good kids, imaginative kids, believing in love, believing it can last forever...

In the video, Liu Qianqian has her eyes slightly closed and her lips parted slightly, completely immersed in her own world. She uses her singing to express the dreams and hopes of children.

Even the slightest emotional fluctuations can be heard in his voice. It's a kind of innocent yet deeply moving power.

All eyes were focused on the small figure.

We were all good children, the kindest of children, remembering those who hurt us—

At that moment, the audience felt a pure, untouched goodness and beauty.

That feeling of childlike innocence intertwined with delicate emotions is like a gentle breeze caressing the heart.

Some people quietly wiped their eyes, while others gripped their notebooks tightly, afraid of missing any memorable moments.

The atmosphere was quiet yet powerful, like a warm current slowly flowing through everyone's hearts.

You were running on the playground back then—

Liu Qianqian's aura possessed a clean, penetrating quality. Just as she was about to reach the clouds—

The last sentence, however, suddenly falls apart:

I shouted, "I love you!" but you hit me.

The music stopped.

She opened her eyes, panting, her face slightly flushed.

The scene suddenly shifts, showing a series of bewildered faces, followed by maniacal laughter—

There was a look on Zhou Xiaobai's face, covering his eyes and trying to comfort him: "You've already achieved godlike status with 99 points so far. I'll only add one point for the last sentence, so you'll get a perfect score..."

Arranger Lao Chen slapped his thigh and exclaimed: Classic...a classic...that split...

Chen Minghua clutched his stomach, laughing so hard he was almost crying: "The beginning was perfect, the emotions were off the charts, and the last sentence... it's just too... too cute..."

One musician, pounding his chair with laughter, exclaimed: "I love you, but you want to hit me... This lyrics are so bad..."

Finally, Liu Qianqian went from looking completely bewildered to trying to remain calm, and then she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

At this moment, the audience finally realized—this was hilarious, a complete disaster!

The entire room erupted in laughter, the sound almost lifting the roof off the press conference hall.

"Hahahaha... This... is absolutely classic..." A music critic came up with a review: "The Fallen Angel - A Good Child Forged in Adversity"

"Oh my god!" One reporter's imagination ran wild—"The little fairy got beaten up so badly she can't even sing properly."

"This is great! I want to order this one, and add another 50,000 copies! I want this 'beaten-up version'..." a distributor shouted excitedly, and his colleagues next to him also raised their hands.

"Mom, don't hit me! This is a song sung by a fairy, not me!" One parent laughed and slapped their child's thigh, while the child turned away in protest.

……

Yang Yuying was stunned. At first, she thought the press conference had gone wrong. After a moment of surprise, she realized what had happened and burst out laughing: "This is great! It seems that next time I hold a concert, I'll have to do a live rewrite of the lyrics."

Zhou Wenqiong's face turned bright red, and tears streamed down her face. She stole a glance at her cousin beside her, and a thought raced through her mind: She thought her niece was just sharp-tongued, but it seems she also has a sharp tongue.

Thinking of this, she couldn't hold back any longer and laughed so hard she lost all composure.

Liu Xiaoli's eyes widened. She first burst into laughter, but then suddenly realized: the last line of the lyrics was describing her! Now, whatever her daughter becomes famous, her image as a "fierce mother" will probably become famous all over the country as well.

She shook her head, looking utterly dejected, only to bump into Zhou Wenqiong next to her, who was laughing so hard that tears streamed down her face, while also winking at her.

Damn it! Even my only comrade-in-arms has betrayed me now!

In the end, all that remained in my mind was the line my daughter sang—"I love you, but you hit me!"

"Hey, hey"

Yang Yuying reacted quickly. Suppressing a laugh, she raised the microphone and looked at the children first: "My darlings, did you enjoy the song? Were you all happy? Wasn't the little fairy adorable?"

"It sounds great, it's so cute!" the children shouted in unison. However, a dissenting voice was inserted: "It sounds great, but I'm afraid my mom will hit me if I sing it."

"Hahahaha..." The crowd below the stage burst into laughter again.

Yang Yuying laughed and teased, "Hehe! You can't sing it in your dreams."

"Yuying, Yuying, please don't speak yet. We want to have a heart-to-heart talk with Teacher Liu." A reporter in the audience, ever the shrewd one, stirred up another topic.

The camera of "Music Television" was pointed at Liu Xiaoli. The reporter laughed as he spoke, "Liu...Teacher Liu, you're too funny. Tell me secretly, how big is the area of ​​the child's shadow...Why is it that the little fairy's mouth is full of your bad words?" She couldn't help but mutter to herself: This is the first time in so many years that I have encountered such a funny press conference. This program is going to be interesting.

"Thank you everyone for your concern for our family. Xixi—" Liu Xiaoli continued, a smile playing on her lips, "Xixi is Liu Yifei's nickname. The character 'Xi' also has another pronunciation, 'qiàn,' which sounds like 'lacking.' So, Xixi is cute but also needs a good scolding. The size of the shadow depends on how big her little bottom is, you know what I mean..."

"Clap clap clap clap..." The audience below the stage applauded in unison.

Some parents even laughed and shouted from the audience, "Teacher Liu, you're right! Your little fairy is being disobedient, you should spank her!"

"Okay, thank you, parent." Liu Xiaoli blinked and said, "We've listened to the song, but our press conference isn't over yet. If you have any questions, we can ask them later!" After saying that, she nodded to Zhou Wenqiong.

Zhou Wenqiong understood, took a deep breath, and smiled at the audience: "Thank you all so much for your support of Liu Yifei." She turned to the huge poster behind her and said clearly and solemnly, "In the music video just now, everyone heard and saw the 'little brother' that the little fairy kept mentioning. So, do you know—who is he?"

Everyone turned to look at her—Liu Yifei is your niece, so isn't her brother also your nephew?

Is there another name for it?

The entire room fell silent for a moment, staring at her answer.