Chapter 93

Lin Zai's voice was like a magnetic needle, and also like the fine sand under Huang Ying's fingers, piercing into people's ears and hearts, telling stories of youth from the depths of their hearts.

Xu Wei's songs mostly require a calm mind to listen to. At this moment, in the small auditorium, only Bai Ge's guitar accompanied, and Huang Ying's sand art quietly depicted a series of vivid and still scenes, creating an environment that naturally made every audience member immerse themselves in the youth story woven by Lin Zai's music.

Wang Zhanpeng listened to only a small part and was already greatly impressed by the music quality of the white-haired uncle with the baseball cap pulled low. Such a voice was like a pair of warm and weathered hands, gently touching the most innocent part of everyone's memories, making people unable to resist spreading romantic imaginations along with his singing.

Wen Shasha had heard this song "An Unforgettable Day" when Huang Ying was practicing, but at that time, her attention was mostly on Huang Ying's sand art composition, and she did not particularly enjoy the song.

At this moment, listening to Lin Zai's live performance, which seemed to be recounting past events, Wen Shasha instantly felt as if time had been stretched out. Recalling those unexpected encounters, revisiting familiar places, and thinking about those green days, her heart became soft, as if she were melting into the world of sand art created by Huang Ying.

...

Walking through familiar places again~

Where are you now~

The warmth you once gave me~

Is still in my heart~

...

If I see you again~

What would it be like~

Would I~

Embrace you again~

...

Singing this song, Lin Zai's mind was filled with the image of his first love from his previous life, the woman who had the greatest impact on him and whom he loved the most—Liu Xue, who looked exactly like Bai Ge's mother.

In the creative material he provided to Huang Ying earlier, he told a romantic love story that began in school. Bai Ge and Huang Ying thought it was a fictional story of youthful innocence, but in fact, it was Lin Zai's own story.

Looking at the screen, where the fine sand under Huang Ying's fingers transformed into one scene after another of the school days worth savoring, Lin Zai's heart seemed to return to his previous life, to the days when he strolled and embraced Liu Xue at the Central Conservatory of Music.

Closing his eyes, he raised the clarinet and, in front of the microphone, Lin Zai played a melancholic piece that seemed to traverse time.

The five members of the Believers had heard Lin Zai play the clarinet before. The melody, with its exotic flavor, as if playing the tune of time, made the five boys feel a surge of inexplicable excitement. What excited them was not the depth of the melody, but the aura Lin Zai exuded while playing the clarinet, which was incredibly cool!

On the screen, Huang Ying used a series of sand art scenes that depicted the passage of time, advancing the years in the song by more than a decade.

When Lin Zai's voice rang out again, it was a look back at the years. The warm sunlight still shone, and the voice, with a faintly melancholic tone, reawakened a different kind of feeling of missing and possessing in people's hearts—

...

The sun is so warm~

Shining into my heart~

The past is so distant~

Year after year~

...

It turned out to be this day~

Inadvertently~

On a crowded street~

You walked past me~

...

The green shirt fluttering in the wind~

Your warm face in the sunset~

You are more beautiful than before~

Like a blooming flower~

...

This is an unforgettable day~

Between restraint and impulse~

Watching you gradually move away~

Disappearing in the crowd~

...

The song was like a painting, and the sand art under Huang Ying's fingers further concretized these touching scenes.

The dreamlike sand art composition made Lin Zai feel as if he were in a different world.

In his previous life, he had never met Liu Xue on a crowded street.

But in this different time and space, through the imagination of the sand art, and feeling the notes that melted into people's memories in Xu Wei's music, he couldn't help but imagine—what if he really met Liu Xue, it would certainly be the most unforgettable day for him.

Even if, between restraint and impulse, he watched Liu Xue gradually move away and disappear in the crowd, it would be enough.

It was like an unattainable love being scattered by the wind.

At the end of the song, Bai Ge performed an excellent guitar solo, and the fine sand under Huang Ying's fingers danced with the notes Bai Ge plucked, making the girl in the green shirt disappear in the crowd and leaving a lasting impression in every audience member's heart.

From the first note Lin Zai sang, Sun Yuzhen automatically entered the scene.

She was wearing a green floral dress today, as if she had become the heroine of the song, dancing in the sand art, and inadvertently passing by a middle-aged man who was quietly watching her from a distance. The beautiful love, like the fine sand on the screen, slowly dissipated, leaving a sense of indescribable loneliness in her heart.

Just as Lin Zai had told her before, never let your future self regret the present.

Thinking about it now, it was truly heart-wrenching.

It was foreseeable that if she continued to waste her time, her future self would not only regret the present but also lament—why didn't she truly bloom in her best years.

Even if the flower doesn't bloom, it will eventually wither.

Rather than wasting time in the bud, it's better to truly bloom once.

Even if it only gives this ordinary life a brief moment of brilliance, it will be a memory she will never forget.

Youth only comes once, but there are a hundred ways to live it.

When looking back, what kind of past will make us feel that our youth was not in vain? Even if we miss something, we won't feel regret.

Wiping away the warm tears from the corner of her eyes, Sun Yuzhen looked at Lin Zai, who was intently watching the screen, and a warm and confused feeling welled up in her heart: Why is every song by this white-haired uncle so touching?

Observing Bai Ge's guitar solo from the backstage, Wang Zhanpeng and the others were very excited. Every time Bai Ge's pick trembled, the music-loving cells in their hearts vibrated.

They never expected such a slim and petite girl to play the guitar so coolly!

One cannot judge a person by their appearance!

This long guitar solo, simple yet profound, each note perfectly complemented the sand art, like the gradually fading stars in the mist, evoking a long-lasting and profound emotion in people's minds.

As the music was about to end, the moment the girl in the sand art disappeared in the crowd, Xue Zhong looked back at Ma Nan, his eyes asking: Is this the guitarist of the trash band you talked about? This is clearly a very skilled musician!

Ma Nan scratched his head helplessly. If the musicians of the Believers were all at Bai Ge's level, then the band was much stronger than Rainbow! Was Rainbow just talking nonsense?

In the future, he wouldn't dare to casually evaluate a band before seeing their real performance; the embarrassment was too painful!

"Clap, clap, clap—!"

On the screen, the sand art revealed the title "An Unforgettable Day" written by Huang Ying.

At the end of the song, Huang Ying perfectly concluded the sand art performance, excitedly looked at Lin Zai and Bai Ge, and then bowed to the audience, who gave her a warm applause!

Lin Zai and Bai Ge also clapped for Huang Ying in the sound area, and Huang Ying, moved, bowed to Lin Zai and the others again.

Lin Zai suddenly had an idea—If Bai Ge was interested in sand art, she could learn it. This way, when he performed at weddings, Bai Ge could accompany him, adding a romantic sand art blessing for the newlyweds. This would certainly add beautiful memories to many weddings and make their wallets fuller.

After the performance, Lin Zai and Bai Ge went to the audience seats to watch the rest of the performances with the Believers and Sun Yuzhen.

The next performance was the "Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter" trio performance by the three leaders of the Sand Art Club.

Compared to the performances of other members, the final performance by the three leaders was especially grand and majestic. The changing seasons were depicted through sand, accompanied by the Dafu Band's Zen-like live performance, creating a profound atmosphere.

Especially Wen Shasha's final performance, "Autumn and Winter," her sand art technique was simply magical!

Under her delicate hands, each grain of sand seemed to come to life, transforming into autumn leaves and winter snowflakes, even the intricate patterns of the snowflakes were revealed with a single tap! The technique was so stunning that the entire audience couldn't help but exclaim in amazement!

Even Lin Zai was stunned!

The moment Wen Shasha tapped the projection screen, revealing the intricate patterns of the snowflakes, Lin Zai's scalp tingled. The feeling was more shocking than seeing Lu Chen nail a coin to the wall with his drumsticks!

The sand under Wen Shasha's hands seemed different from that of others. Watching her performance was like watching a magic show, or a martial arts master using internal energy. Her technique was truly awe-inspiring!

The Dafu Band's accompaniment was also of high quality, an alternative form of Buddhist music, long and profound, with a sense of cyclic repetition, evoking a highbrow feeling.

Like most of the audience, Lin Zai couldn't fully understand the artistic idea the three leaders of the Sand Art Club and the Dafu Band were trying to convey with "Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter"—emptiness and form? Cause and effect? It was all very vague.

But Wen Shasha's sand art technique truly opened Lin Zai's eyes.

The world is vast and full of wonders, and this evening was a feast for Lin Zai!

Life should be like this, occasionally filled with unexpected moments of brilliance, making life more colorful.

At 9:15 PM, the Sand Art Club's special performance ended.

Stimulated by the Dafu Band, the Believers practiced hard, determined to prove to the Dafu Band in the upcoming band competition that they were a top campus band on par with the Dafu Band!

Lin Zai sent Sun Yuzhen home.

Not in a hurry, the two didn't ride their bikes but walked through the campus, enjoying the leisurely time.

"Uncle, are you not sleepy?"

"Not sleepy."

"Then how about we go to the beach? I haven't been to the school's Jinchatan Beach for a long time."

"Sure."

Lin Zai, always willing to go, pushed his bike and went with Sun Yuzhen to the Jinchatan Beach of Dongyi University to enjoy the evening breeze.

Like the Royal Art College in Xiaocheng, Donghai Art University was also a beautiful art university built by the sea.

The Jinchatan Beach of the East Campus was a famous tourist destination in Donghai.

The quality of the sand was very high, and every night, many tourists, couples, and students came to the beach to enjoy the evening breeze and chat.

When Lin Zai and Sun Yuzhen arrived at Jinchatan Beach, the circular beach, about one kilometer long, was still filled with groups of students chatting, some swimming, and many couples enjoying romantic moments.

Lin Zai and Sun Yuzhen walked a long distance before finding a quiet, unoccupied spot on the beach.

Parking their small motorcycle by the beach road, the two walked onto the beach.

About thirty to forty meters from the waves hitting the beach, they sat down side by side, gazing at the solitary lights of the cruise ships sailing in the night, feeling a sense of peace and comfort.

"Uncle, do you yearn for love?"

"I don't know, not really."

"Not really, but a little bit, right?" Blown by the evening breeze, Sun Yuzhen smiled and looked at Lin Zai, asking, "Uncle, what kind of love do you yearn for?"

"I yearn for a love like plain water, simple and pure."

"Ah?"

"You won't understand at your age. When you reach my age, if you're still single, you'll understand."

"Uncle, you're cursing me!"

"Haha, just a joke."

"Uncle, have you ever had a particularly unforgettable love in your life?"

"What counts as unforgettable?"

"Love that you can never forget."

"This... I can't say."

"You can't say, but you can sing! You only sang one song after two meals, you must not be satisfied yet."

"You're getting to know me better. After all this, you just want to hear me sing?"

"Hehe."

"Alright, I'll satisfy you."

Taking out the old guitar from the case, Lin Zai slowly played a melody with an Eastern European flavor and told Sun Yuzhen, "In this era, unforgettable love is rare. But in the war-torn times we can't experience, there were some echoes of life and love that seemed ordinary but were truly touching. In my heart, that is truly unforgettable love..."

While Lin Zai was telling the story to Sun Yuzhen, Wen Shasha and Yuan Yue, who had just finished their performance, happened to pass by this quiet beach...

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【Kneeling for recommendations!】

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