Chapter 95

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The sky remains overcast, yet pigeons still fly.

Who will bear witness to the love and lives without tombstones?

The snow continues to fall, and the village remains peaceful.

The young people have vanished in the birch forest.

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The news of disaster came on that afternoon.

Her beloved died on the distant battlefield.

She silently came to that birch forest.

She waited there every day, her eyes straining to see.

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The waves beat against the beach, and Lin Zai's singing touched the hearts of Sun Yuzhen, as well as the "eavesdroppers" behind her, Windsor Sha and Yuan Yue.

The simple melody, tinged with a faint sadness, carried a profound story and a deep sentiment through Lin Zai's mature and mellow voice.

The three girls were moved by Lin Zai's singing, and they were transported to a war-torn era, experiencing the fragility of life and the steadfastness and greatness of love.

The song was quiet, but it carried a sense of helplessness and sorrow amidst the smoke and fire of war.

Listening to such a song, Windsor Sha's mind was filled with solemn and moving scenes—

A long journey of ten thousand miles, parting here.

After parting, they would never see each other's faces again.

The leaves of the birch forest bloomed and withered, withered and bloomed again. All life must come to an end, but love endures.

The birch forest witnessed all the partings and reunions, the gatherings and dispersals...

Imagining these scenes as flowing sand paintings, woven into a story, profound and touching, it could inspire people to think about war and peace. This was truly a divine material for the competition!

Windsor Sha became excited halfway through the song, wanting to run to Lin Zai and ask for the right to use the song for the competition.

Feeling Lin Zai's magnetic voice up close, Sun Yuzhen was melting into the seemingly fragile but eternal love.

When would she be able to wait a lifetime for a simple love, like the girl in the song?

If she could be born in a time of war, the love would be pure and beautiful, a single promise could make someone wait a lifetime.

How she longed for such an era!

Sun Yuzhen, who couldn't help but get into the story, felt the urge to get into the story again, listening to such a song.

Looking at the distant sea, Lin Zai's deep singing stripped away the cruelty of that era, leaving only the simplicity and beauty of human nature—

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The sky remains overcast, yet pigeons still fly.

Who will bear witness to the love and lives without tombstones?

The snow continues to fall, and the village remains peaceful.

The young people have vanished in the birch forest.

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The long road is about to end.

The girl is now white-haired.

She often hears him calling by her pillow.

Come, my dear, come to this birch forest.

When she died, she murmured,

I'm coming, waiting for me in that birch forest.

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As the song neared its end, Windsor Sha's mind was filled with the image of a white-haired old woman waiting in the sand painting—her window flowers had long withered, but her love had transcended into an eternal existence, like the birch forest.

The deep and profound tone in Lin Zai's voice purified Windsor Sha's soul. The top beauty of the school could no longer maintain her composure, letting the fine sand fill her crystal high heels, she slowly approached Lin Zai from behind.

Yuan Yue was startled. Why did Windsor Sha suddenly walk over? Was she going to interrupt their date?

Windsor Sha's steps on the sand were light. Lin Zai and Sun Yuzhen were both looking at the sea, their ears filled with the sound of the waves and the melancholic guitar, and they didn't hear anyone approaching.

Sun Yuzhen cried again.

She felt embarrassed, rubbing her eyes and speaking softly to Lin Zai, "Uncle, since I met you, I've become more and more sensitive. I cry at every song I hear."

Lin Zai, with his sharp tongue, replied, "You're a sensitive and artistic young woman, just pretending to be strong because of life's pressures."

"I feel even worse now that you've said that."

"Ha ha, just a joke, don't take it to heart."

Lin Zai stopped strumming and patted Sun Yuzhen's shoulder comfortingly.

"Uncle Lin."

A gentle voice called from behind.

Lin Zai turned around, lifting his hat slightly, and looked up at Windsor Sha, who was dressed in a snow-white chiffon dress, and softly exclaimed, "Oh?"

"I just passed by and heard you playing."

"Oh."

"I'm really sorry for interrupting your date."

Seeing Sun Yuzhen turn around, Windsor Sha bowed to apologize to both of them.

Sun Yuzhen, with red eyes, suddenly felt very shy and quickly waved her hand to explain, "We're not on a date."

Windsor Sha was taken aback: Not a date? It looked like a date.

Hearing that they weren't on a date, Yuan Yue followed and walked over, greeting Lin Zai, "Uncle Lin, hello!"

Lin Zai smiled and nodded, "Hello."

Stepping forward to Lin Zai and Sun Yuzhen, Windsor Sha politely asked, "Can I disturb you for a few minutes?"

"Go ahead."

"I'll sit down to talk."

Windsor Sha, who was quite tall, felt it was impolite to stand and look down at Lin Zai and Sun Yuzhen. She gently gathered her skirt and sat down next to Lin Zai.

Her magical white hands rested on her curled knees, and she turned to Lin Zai, "I was deeply moved by your song 'Birch Forest.' The story you told me before also touched me deeply. My grandfather was a soldier in the Soviet Union."

"Ah?... You're mixed-race?"

Lin Zai was slightly surprised. Windsor Sha had a very special aura. She looked a bit aloof, but her essence was a delicate and gentle refinement, very much like a goddess. Her skin was very fair, and to exaggerate, at night, her pale skin was almost blinding, like a female ghost.

Yuan Yue sat next to Windsor Sha and, with a smile, told Lin Zai, "Our President Sha has a bit of Ukrainian and British heritage."

Lin Zai nodded in understanding, thinking how complex her background was.

He subconsciously looked at Windsor Sha.

From her appearance, she almost had no mixed-race elements. Her figure, however, had a bit of an Eastern European feel, tall and slender.

By estimation, her height was about 175 cm, and her legs made up at least 60% of her body. Even covered by the flowing chiffon dress, one could imagine her exceptionally long and beautiful legs.

Standing next to her, Liu Mengmeng's long legs would pale in comparison.

Not only were her legs long, but her chest was also well-developed, one to two sizes larger than the average college girl. Compared to Sun Yuzhen, who was entering the mature phase, she didn't fall short.

Being close to Windsor Sha, Lin Zai had to admit that she was a very beautiful and charming girl. If he had been born a generation earlier, he would have been very attracted to such a girl.

"Next month, the Royal Art Academy will hold a national sand painting competition. Listening to your song 'Birch Forest,' I was deeply moved. I want to create a sand painting work for this song. I don't know if I can get your help to use this work for the competition next month."

Yuan Yue nodded in agreement. The song was very touching and beautiful. If it could be turned into a moving sand painting story, it would be very touching. This was the kind of story that Teacher Zheng said could touch people's hearts!

"Are you sure you want to use my work for the competition? Don't make an impulsive decision just because you feel moved. I saw your performance of 'Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter' last night, and it was very impressive. Why don't you use that work for the competition?"

"I was planning to use that work for the competition," Windsor Sha said honestly. "But a senior sand painting artist who saw it tonight gave the evaluation that the work was too long and a bit too abstract, making it unsuitable for the competition. I need a touching story, a touching piece of music, and a touching work for the competition. When I heard you sing this song just now, my mind was filled with vivid images—the quiet birch forest, the overcast sky, the pigeons in the war, the woman waiting for love... If this could be made into a sand painting work, it would be very impressive! The content of this song is profound enough to make people reflect and think deeply. This theme of love and peace is very suitable for the competition."

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【Kneeling for recommendations!】

【PS: I don't want to see posts in the book review area saying that you won't subscribe after the book is published because I write lyrics. If you don't want to read the lyrics, you can skip them now. I will definitely continue to write lyrics after the book is published. This is a novel centered around classic music works, and the core of my writing is the music. I hope that while reading this novel, you can better understand the creative process of classic works and the meaning of the songs. All the plots I write are to serve the songs. What else would I write if not the songs?】

【This novel will be published after 460,000 words, and the free public part is more than 100,000 words longer than the average VIP work. A song's lyrics are only a few hundred words, and the extra public part I wrote is enough to offset the lyrics of hundreds of songs. So don't think I'm taking advantage of you with the lyrics. Is it meaningful to play such a small trick? This novel could have been published long ago, but I haven't done so, partly because I wanted to write more free chapters to avoid criticism. But there is still criticism. Why can't some people be more open-minded? Why can't they consider things from others' perspectives? Just focusing on what you get and not on the author's efforts, is that good?】

【Why do I have to write lyrics? Because when I write each song, I listen to it on repeat. I rely on these lyrics to generate feelings and expand my thinking. The text that appears before and after the lyrics is closely related to the song and the plot. If I don't write the lyrics, the text won't make sense to me, and I won't have any feeling. So I must write the lyrics. I suggest that when reading this novel, you listen to the songs to better understand my creative thoughts.】

【Finally, this is a niche novel, a novel specifically about music, a novel that relies on songs to drive the plot. Don't measure this novel by the standards of mainstream web novels. I let the protagonist sing not to sell songs but to trigger more stories and to touch readers' hearts through music. I hope you understand this. This style has been consistent from the first chapter to the last. I hope you support my creation. If anyone really can't accept this style and finds it too difficult to read, just close the book. Don't say things that lower the emotional quotient or are inflammatory. It's not meaningful.】

【The next chapter will be updated tomorrow afternoon.】

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