Chapter 5

"Damn, I forgot to record Uncle Yang's singing video!" Peng Xueyuan suddenly slapped his thigh in frustration as Yang Han was halfway through his song.

"What do you need it for?" Yang Ruo Yi asked, puzzled.

She was still embarrassed by her father's earlier antics in the live stream, which almost made her want to find a hole to hide in. If it weren't for her father regaining his composure and continuing to sing, she would have asked Peng Peng to turn off the live stream.

"Uncle Yang sings really well! And I just remembered something; I'll explain later." Peng Xueyuan stood up, "Feifei, where's your computer? Lend it to me quickly!"

"Huh?" Tang Wenfei was a bit taken aback. Why would watching a live stream require a computer?

Peng Xueyuan urged her, and Tang Wenfei slowly got up, fetching her laptop from her room.

Peng Xueyuan took it, and the laptop looked brand new, with a smooth, clean pink case and a pristine off-white keyboard, adorned with some cute stickers! However, Peng Xueyuan didn't like this brand because its computers were all about looks, with configurations far below those of similarly priced models.

But now wasn't the time to discuss the computer's specifications. Peng Xueyuan turned on the computer, entered Yang Han's live stream through the browser, and logged into his account to ensure the video was in high definition.

"Feifei's computer doesn't seem to have any other recording software, so I'll just use the built-in one..." Peng Xueyuan demonstrated, moving his fingers over the T and G keys.

However, these technical operations didn't interest the girls much. Yang Ruo Yi glanced at Peng Xueyuan's phone a couple of times and then turned her attention back to the live stream on her phone with Tang Wenfei.

Admit it, "Thank You for Your Love" is still a great song when Dad sings it!

Yang Ruo Yi had heard the original CD; their family had a vast collection of records. She listened to many songs with her father even before electronic music became popular!

Què Héguāng sang with great charm, but Yang Ruo Yi felt her father's deep, rich voice was no less impressive than that of a big star. His voice was so textured, it felt like he was telling a story, drawing people into a mysterious sense of melancholy—something a sixteen-year-old girl found hard to fully understand.

Unfortunately, by the time Peng Xueyuan was ready to record, Yang Han was already near the end of the song!

...

"Wait, there's another way to sing it?" Just as Peng Xueyuan was regretting it, he heard Yang Han pick up his guitar and speak, his face lighting up with joy. He quickly pressed the shortcut key to start recording, "I'll turn off the comments and edit it later to remove the watermark!"

Peng Xueyuan didn't know what the other way meant, but with his limited musical knowledge, he figured it was best to record it first.

Yang Ruo Yi tilted her head, her beautiful big eyes showing a hint of confusion: it seemed her father's earlier playing was a bit off.

She didn't know much about music theory, but she could tell the difference.

"Don't ask me, I've loved many people in my life..." The first line made even Peng Xueyuan pause in surprise.

The accent was off, sounding like someone with poor Mandarin pronunciation!

This wasn't Uncle Yang's usual level, was it?

Yang Han's face wore a mysterious smile as he continued, "You don't understand how deep my wounds are..."

What dialect is this? It sounds strange!

Yang Ruo Yi turned to look at Tang Wenfei, and they stared at each other in confusion.

"Peeling open the wound is always so cruel, I advise you not to be that kind of person, keep your emotions in check..."

Wait, is this how the song goes?

Yang Ruo Yi felt like her brain had been wiped clean; she couldn't remember how the original was sung!

But... why does it sound so good?

"Disliking loneliness, yet fearing the company of two, this is clearly a kind of pain..."

At this point, Yang Ruo Yi saw her father's right hand pause on the strings, and the mysterious smile on his face grew even wider, as if he was about to burst out laughing!

Sure enough, Yang Han closed his eyes, as if he had nothing to lose, and opened his mouth, producing a strained, theatrical tone: "Oh, what a pain!"

There was no way to harmonize with himself, so Yang Han had to stop and sing this part without regard for his image.

Fortunately, he wasn't the same Yang Han from sixteen years ago. As a middle-aged man, he had no idol image to maintain. He could freely sing some segments he appreciated but couldn't previously express...

But this harmonization was a shock to all the viewers!

Yang Ruo Yi was also shocked by her father. She covered her forehead, wiping away a cold sweat, but her ears were still honestly listening.

It was shocking, but this singing style was also kind of fun!

"In crowded times, I feel the heaviest, my smile is lonely, in the bustling world, I want to find a partner to love me, when I avoid your tenderness, tears start to fall..."

"It's Sichuanese!" A comment revealed the dialect Yang Han was using.

"Is Teacher Ge from Sichuan?"

"That's not right, I heard Teacher Ge sing a Cantonese song yesterday..."

Yang Han's voice paused slightly, but his guitar accompaniment continued. When the melody reached a peak, he spoke again: "Don't say, don't think, don't should, I thank you for your love, I must exist, like a speck of dust..."

"Don't say, don't think, don't should, I thank you for your love, I must exist, in your future, the worst fear is to bring you eternal pain..."

Actually, these last two segments were even more catchy. Although Yang Han had finished singing, the audience was still immersed in the strange and unique tone!

"How does the original version go?" Finally, amidst the exaggerated praise, a comment sparked a heated discussion.

"I'm done, I can't remember the original either!"

"Don't say, don't think, don't should, I thanked your love!"

"Haha, that's all I can think of!"

"And that 'Oh, what a pain!'"

"Teacher Ge is so talented, how did he come up with this singing style?"

"Give the group number, let's all make money together!"

"That 'Oh, what a pain!' is so cool!"

"U1S1, Teacher Ge's version is more fun, and it sounds better than the original!"

...

After finishing the song, Yang Han didn't speak immediately but smiled at the comments.

The reactions of the audience on the comments were not surprising to Yang Han, as he had the same feeling when he first heard the song!

At first, it had a strange comedic effect, and as he listened, he forgot how the original was sung, eventually humming along despite not being from Sichuan and not speaking proper Sichuanese...

"This singing style is something I learned from a person in Sichuan during a trip many years ago. I might not have learned it perfectly, so please bear with me." To avoid future trouble, Yang Han explained with a smile, "A different singing style, a different mood. I hope 'Lover227' can cheer up and face tomorrow's work and life positively."

Suddenly, the comments in his live stream surged, filling the screen. It turned out that all the meaningful comments from the audience were drowned out!

"666!"

"Boss is generous!"

The live stream was flooded with such comments!

What's going on?

Of course, having played live streams for some time, Yang Han knew someone must be sending him gifts! He carefully looked at the large red banner floating in the comment list: "Lover227 sent 10 Super Rockets!"

They're tipping?

One Super Rocket is 2,000 yuan, so ten would be 20,000 yuan. Did they really tip that much?

It wasn't that 20,000 yuan would shock Yang Han; he was surprised because this was the first time he had received such a large "gift" since starting his live stream. He hadn't even received a rocket that could be broadcast across the channel, let alone a Super Rocket!

But despite his surprise, he didn't show much happiness; instead, he frowned.

The comment section showed a message from "Lover227," who had just become the top contributor, with a clear identifier that made his comments stand out amidst the flood of comments!

"Thank you, Teacher Ge!"

"Such a heartfelt effort to make me happy"

"I don't have much money, but I had to give it"

"Actually, I'm still drinking"

No wonder his speech was incoherent!

"Don't want to think about her, but can't help it, it's so painful"

"Following Teacher Ge's advice, I'll drink tonight and wake up tomorrow as a new person!"

...

After "Lover227" finished speaking, he disappeared, either drunk or for some other reason, leaving behind a flood of comments praising him!

"Didn't I say I wouldn't accept gifts? Why don't you listen?" Yang Han frowned, picking up a sign on the table that read, "Life is hard, no gifts accepted" in large letters and waving it.

The comments didn't take Yang Han's words seriously, even the old fans remembered that he had only restated this before without any strong reaction. So, they continued to joke and speculate that Yang Han would say "it's so good" next!

"Let me tell you, this young man probably has a relatively average income! Think about it, would a rich person who can casually tip 20,000 yuan come to watch a middle-aged man's live stream? Would they lack female attention? Would they get drunk from a breakup? No, only a poor, insecure young man would do that!" Yang Han's words stirred up a heated discussion among the audience, who had been calmed down.

Of course, the new viewers attracted by the Super Rockets were still confused!

What is the streamer saying?

Shouldn't he be performing to retain these new viewers who spent money to watch?

However, Yang Han not only ignored these new viewers but also disappeared from the camera, leaving behind a message: "No, this young man must have used all his savings to tip! He probably won't be able to afford food tomorrow. I need to talk to the super admin and see if we can return the money!"

He left his live stream, leaving a group of confused viewers:

"Can dolphin tips be refunded?"

"666!"

"Teacher Ge is generous!"

"Where did the streamer go?"

"Thousands of people watching a chair live stream?"

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