madnovel Chapter 77 The senior sister has already reached the heavens, and still needs to guide the junior si
Chapter 77 The senior sister has already reached the heavens, and still needs to guide the junior si
Chapter 77 The senior sister has already reached the heavens, and still needs to guide the junior sister.
"Junior brother, why have you suddenly become so enlightened?"
Lin Hanjiang smiled with relief: "No, it's just a few words of reflection. Thinking about it this way, I feel more at ease choosing the path of pop music. Maybe this is where I'm more suited."
Zhang listened quietly, without immediately refuting or expressing concern as he usually did.
Tonight's experience seems to have given her new insights into certain things.
"You always have a lot of ideas."
She finally sighed, her tone no longer conveying dissuasion, but rather a hint of understanding.
And a hint of barely perceptible envy.
It seems that she is no longer like before, simply wanting to sing a song well.
Honors, certificates, praise, applause, flowers—it seems her desires are growing ever stronger.
"Perhaps you are right. A good song is one that touches people's hearts, whether it's performed in a grand hall or on a more down-to-earth stage."
The car turned a corner and entered a relatively narrow street, getting closer and closer to the school.
The view outside the window became more ordinary, with the occasional worker riding a bicycle home from the night shift, its bell jingling as it passed by.
Not long after, the car came to a smooth stop in front of the school.
The two got out of the car, and the summer night breeze enveloped them once again.
The campus was quiet, with only the streetlights and a few windows still lit.
"Tomorrow, I have to get up early to give Xiaohai some pointers. Her high notes are still a bit weak, so I need to work on them a bit more."
When Zhang Ye mentioned his junior sister Zu Hai, a smile appeared on his face.
"That girl is hardworking, but sometimes she's too impatient. It's her good fortune to have you, her senior brother, watching over her."
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"Haha, really? Shouldn't it be our blessing to have you, our senior sister, here?"
"Hmm—Hanjiang, thank you. Singing with you makes me feel especially at ease."
"I should thank my senior sister."
"You just like to say nice things to make me happy. Go get some rest."
"Senior sister, you should get some rest too."
Lin Hanjiang woke up exceptionally early.
The light at 5:30 a.m. in early summer was already shining through the gaps in the not-quite-closed curtains in the dormitory.
This sleep was exceptionally peaceful, without any nightmares.
"The path arranged by Teacher Li Guyi is indeed extraordinary."
He silently muttered to himself, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curved upwards.
The performance at the Great Hall of the People last night far exceeded expectations.
Although there was no opportunity to interact directly with the elderly audience members after the performance, it was still something to be proud of for a lifetime.
More importantly, through this high-profile performance, Zhang Ye's performance was fully showcased and recognized.
The resistance that originally came from above will be quietly dissolved with this successful performance.
My senior colleague's path was successfully advanced, and the ladder to higher positions within the system was now clear.
And his own path was thus freed from much unnecessary pressure.
"Thank you, Professor Li Guyi."
He spoke sincerely to the morning air.
This senior's wisdom and skill helped him resolve a very difficult situation.
Feeling relaxed, I moved nimbly.
He rolled out of bed, washed his face thoroughly with cold water, and brushed his teeth.
I rummaged through my limited wardrobe and chose the most comfortable outfit.
He wore a plain white crew neck T-shirt, dark blue straight-leg jeans, and fairly sturdy white Warrior sneakers.
This outfit is neither conspicuous on campus, yet it exudes a refreshing and neat vibe typical of young people.
"Perfect!"
I went to the cafeteria, had a bowl of millet porridge, ate two steamed buns, and some pickled vegetable shreds with the porridge—simple and satisfying.
Seeing that it was still early, he slowly walked towards the school's concert hall, which was used for the graduation party.
The campus was quiet; the sweet scent of locust blossoms had been somewhat dissipated by the morning breeze, and only early birds were chirping on the branches.
He thought he had arrived early enough, but when he reached the side door of the concert hall, he saw a petite figure.
Holding a canvas backpack, he sat obediently on the steps by the door.
It's Zu Hai.
The little girl wore a yellow floral short-sleeved shirt and a pleated skirt today.
Her hair was combed into two neat braids, hanging down over her shoulders.
Upon seeing Lin Hanjiang, he immediately stood up, a slightly embarrassed smile on his face.
"Good morning, senior brother."
Her voice was soft and sweet, with a southern accent.
"Xiao Hai? Why are you here so early?"
Lin Hanjiang was somewhat surprised and walked over.
Have you had breakfast?
"I've already eaten, senior brother."
Zu Hai nodded.
"I—I'm a little nervous and can't sleep, so I came early to check out the venue and practice my lines."
Lin Hanjiang smiled. This junior high school girl was so hardworking that it was heartbreaking.
"Don't be nervous, it's just a small competition for the graduation party. By the way, Zhou Hua hasn't arrived yet. Let's go in first, and while we're at it, can you sing 'Good Luck' for me a cappella?"
The two entered the empty concert hall.
A high dome, a deep red curtain.
Rows of dark red seats are bathed in the morning light streaming in from the high side windows, with dust motes dancing quietly in the beams of light.
The stage was large, and the wooden floor was so shiny it reflected light like a mirror.
Zu Hai put his backpack on the first row of chairs and then walked to the center of the stage.
Without a microphone or accompaniment, she stood there, took a few moments to catch her breath, and then began to sing a cappella: "Fold a thousand paper cranes, tie a red ribbon, wishing good luck to kind people every day—"
Her voice was clear and sweet, carrying the purity and vibrant energy unique to young girls.
The pitch is very good, and the musicality is also quite good.
But Lin Hanjiang felt that the expression of emotions could be more unrestrained.
Especially the overwhelming sense of joy and blessings.
"Stop for a minute, Xiao Hai."
Lin Hanjiang walked to the edge of the stage and looked up at her.
"Your voice is very good, very sweet, but for the song 'Good Luck,' sweetness alone isn't enough. It needs a crisp, joyful quality, a heartfelt warmth that wants to shower everyone with good fortune. Try saying 'May kind people be blessed,' and widen your smile a little more. Let your voice rise from here, not float, but bounce out, with a smile, and say that line again."
Lin Hanjiang even pointed to the location of his dantian and gave her a demonstration.
May good fortune come to kind people every day.
Zu Hai listened attentively, nodded, and closed his eyes to feel it.
When he opened his mouth again, he sang that line even more brightly and enthusiastically.
"That's it, that's the feeling."
Lin Hanjiang smiled and encouraged Zu Hai.
"Remember this state of mind: when singing, especially songs with a festive atmosphere, you have to make yourself believe in the scene first. When the emotions are there, the voice will naturally follow. Come on, keep singing."
"Tie a Chinese knot, ask the spring breeze to cut the ribbon, and wish our motherland good fortune year after year."
Zu Hai was singing.
The heavy doors of the concert hall were pushed open, and a commotion rushed in.