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People blindly follow rumors without distinguishing right from wrong.
They just want to vent their frustrations and enjoy the satisfaction of cursing.
But they never considered it at all.
How do I feel when you all wrong me?
The accompaniment flowed like a torrent.
Profound and stirring.
Qiao Jingjing gripped the microphone tightly:
"The bubbles are colorful in the sunlight,"
"It's like I'm happy even though I've been deceived,"
The audience was stunned.
The singers backstage were stunned.
Su Jinbei was stunned.
The voice was unusually gentle.
Another style change?
Qiao Jingjing's singing style cannot be changed at will.
But I listened to it again and again, and practiced it again and again.
I practiced from day to night, and I don't know how many times my voice went hoarse.
She spent three days.
Qiao Jingjing closed her eyes and clutched her chest.
It seems that anger was truly felt:
"What's the point of investigating your lies and what's right or wrong?"
"Based on the fact that you still love me,"
"Beautiful bubbles,"
"Though it was just a fleeting spark."
The audience was quiet as they read the script.
Looking at Qiao Jingjing and listening to her singing.
A strange feeling arose spontaneously: the helplessness of being misunderstood.
"All your promises are too fragile,"
"But love is like a bubble if you can see through it,"
"What's there to be sad about?"
Are promises too fragile?
Love is like a bubble?
What's making you sad?
Is this a love song or a lament about the rumors and gossip surrounding her?
Many people fell silent upon hearing these lyrics?
I felt a pang of sadness for no reason.
Everyone has those moments; everyone wants to shout and vent.
She receives little attention in both her career and romantic relationships.
Feeling unwelcome and physically and mentally exhausted.
Wei Lei opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything for a long time.
He recalled the various setbacks he had experienced along the way.
His hard-earned songs were ignored, and his management company almost gave up on him.
Zhang Xing exclaimed in admiration, "This song is amazing!"
Li Xueliang remained silent.
He and Qiao Jingjing didn't get along, so he didn't want to praise her.
Wells, who neither understands nor reads Chinese, smiled and said to the singer next to him, "Not bad."
No one ignored him.
That's more than just good.
This song is going to be phenomenal after it's released; it'll definitely become a nationwide hit.
Qiao Jingjing suddenly opened her eyes and sang loudly:
"I should have known the bubble would burst at the slightest touch."
"Like a wounded heart no longer tormented,"
"It's not anyone's fault, no matter how many lies there are,"
"Based on the fact that you still love me."
"..."
Qiao Jingjing sang loudly all by herself.
The audience seats, however, were unusually quiet, creating a stark contrast.
It seems like this is Qiao Jingjing's stage all to herself.
One person is entertaining themselves, another is singing loudly, a world of one's own.
Can you see my efforts?
Can't you watch your mouth?
I practiced this song for three days, and I even sang it in my dreams at night.
Because I had no other choice, I had no way out.
My song was leaked online.
Some people smeared me and plotted against me, but instead of comfort and encouragement, I received attacks and insults.
That's not what I want.
I want to be valued and liked.
"What's bothering you?"
"Why are you sad? What's there to be sad about?"
"Why are you sad?"
As the song reached this point, many people cried, covering their mouths as tears streamed down their faces.
Extraordinary people are few and far between.
Most people are just one of the masses, and everyone has experienced ordinary suffering.
Perhaps she was singing about her own discontent, but wasn't she also singing about the helplessness of an ordinary person who was not successful?
Qiao Jingjing became excited, bending over repeatedly and singing with all her might:
"They were all just fleeting sparks, mere bubbles."
"All your promises are too fragile,"
"And it's your silhouette that I failed to see through,"
That's why I'm so sad.
"..."
Wei Lei couldn't help but stand up and exclaimed excitedly, "That's fantastic!"
Zhang Xing was deeply moved: "Listening to this gave me goosebumps, and I was completely emotionally involved."
Li Xueliang sighed, "The person who wrote this song is a musical genius, no, a prodigy."
Wei Lei chuckled and said, "Of course! Her brother can even compose piano pieces. If he were in the music industry, he would definitely dominate the music scene."
Jiang Wan's face darkened.
To paraphrase Xianglin's wife: I was so stupid, so very stupid...
Why does she still have original works?
It's only been two or three days.
How could there be time to write an original song?
She's been in the music industry for so many years and has never seen anyone like this before.
I'm so stupid, really...
Suddenly, the game reached its climax.
Qiao Jingjing's voice was hoarse from singing, and her emotions were running high.
Those who smear me, those who insult me, those who attack me, you are all just bubbles...
She suddenly grabbed the pearl crown and pulled hard.
With a "whoosh," the crown came undone, and countless pearls splashed out.
She was shrouded in a sense of brokenness, which evoked pity.
She roared in a hoarse voice:
"How do you find the key to love?"
"Isn't it lonely to embrace each other?"