Chapter 517 I Hope You Are Happy

So, there is this song "Butterflies Can't Fly Over the Sea".

"Forget about half a lifetime, I can't see you all the way...

"Passing through the worldly fireworks, you can't get out of the abyss of dreams..."

The charming and gorgeous style, if a prosperous age suddenly blooms, it is vast and prosperous, but also extremely sad. Xia Ling tilted her head slightly, her voice was low and hoarse, and every word and sentence contained the meaning of weeping blood.

She knew that there would be a man watching in front of the camera. Even if you didn't watch the live broadcast today, you will definitely collect the videos soon and stare at her face inch by inch. She understands Pei Ziheng, and if he still misses her, he will not miss any scenes of her. If he has forgotten it, then it doesn't matter whether he sees this song or not...

She sang loudly: "What I once thought about in my heart is now a fleeting thing..."

"No promises, no worries, no looking back. We all go our separate ways, and in the blink of an eye, a thousand years..."

I left in such a hurry that day that I didn't even say hello to him. She wanted to tell him through singing that the love-hate entanglement was a thing of the past and that she would no longer love him. She also hoped that he would be relieved, forget about her, and live his own life well. He deserves better.

“Just like a butterfly cannot fly across the sea, it cannot fly across the sea…

"Happiness is at your feet, in your hands, not on the other side of the sea...

"No promises, no worries, no looking back.

She closed her eyes slightly, and the scenes of the past slowly flowed through her heart, and then gradually disappeared. She said silently to the void, Pei Ziheng, I hope you forget me and find your own happiness.

"If there is happiness, please hold on to your happiness and forget about the past..."

The last line of lyrics falls.

The gorgeous and magical melody fades away like the ebbing tide.

Under the stage, the originally quiet crowd burst into loud cheers, and shouts of "Ye Xingling, Ye Xingling!" resounded throughout the sky. Many people still had tears in their eyes.

She sang this song from the bottom of her heart, with Feng Kun's best virtuosic variations. The powerful appeal swept the audience and moved everyone who heard it.

Even the host's eyes were slightly moist, and he didn't know why.

"That's great..." the host said, "Ye Xingling, you sang so well."

Xia Ling stands on the stage. When she is not singing, she looks quiet and delicate, like a bird perching quietly. She is not eye-catching, but people can't help but feel good about her.

"I haven't heard such a touching song for a long time, really," the host said. "Did you compose this song yourself?"

"Yes." Xia Ling said.

"I heard you say before that you have something you want to tell someone that you have no time to say. This song sounds like a farewell. Can you tell us who you are saying goodbye to?"

Xia Ling just smiled slightly, a little sad, "He knows."

After a pause, "I hope he is happy."

"Is it Pei Ziheng?" Someone screamed in the audience. The matter of her leaving Pei Ziheng's side was a big deal, and everyone knew about it. This kind of rich and secretive family has always aroused people's infinite curiosity.

There are rumors that they are divorced.

In fact, Li Lei had already completed the formalities for her and ruled that the marriage was invalid. She was not divorced, but single. However, it was not convenient for her to talk about the annulment of the marriage to the outside world. Let alone the mistakes made by the staff of the Civil Affairs Bureau, just talk about the consequences of the announcement of this matter - countless people would speculate on why she was dismissed in the first place. Pei Ziheng's forced marriage, what's hidden in it - this alone is annoying.

The relationship with Pei Ziheng is a thing of the past.

Just let time bury everything.

She didn't want to be found out again.

Therefore, Xia Ling did not answer this question, but instead said to Xia Yu: "It's your turn."

There was still a faint smile on Xia Ling's face, she was very weak. However, she could no longer maintain this superficial elegance. Xia Ling's song "Butterflies Can't Fly across the Sea" was so beautiful that Xia Yu desperately found that even if she produced the best recorded song, she couldn't compete with hers. Play live.

Xia Yu was very unwilling, and cursed Xia Ling in her heart, why would she be the last challenger? This bitch is really haunted!

However, no matter what, she would not just admit defeat like this.

She was thinking about the idea silently in her heart, with a clear smile on her face: "Can I ask who arranged this song? It's really nice, and it doesn't sound like Wei Shaoyin's style."

Xia Ling frowned secretly, knowing that she was starting to find fault, but she didn't shy away from it, and said truthfully, "It's Feng Kun."

There was a low voice from the crowd under the stage.

It turned out to be Feng Kun, the emperor’s producer!

"Ye Xingling, you are really capable. You have already left the emperor, and you can still sing the songs the emperor made for you." Xia Yu said, seemingly as a compliment, but every word was vicious.

The audience in the audience thought, yes, she just betrayed the emperor and defected to Tianyi, but now she is using the emperor's songs to challenge the emperor's singers. Isn't this too unkind? For a moment, the crowd became agitated and divided into two groups, one group supported Xia Ling, and the other group said she was immoral.

"This is not the emperor's song." Unexpectedly, Xia Ling said, "Actually, it's a coincidence that earlier today, I met Feng Kun at the music festival. Although I have left the emperor, I still have a good relationship with Feng Kun. We are still friends, we chatted a few words when we met, and talked about a new song I created recently, he was so excited that he helped me arrange the song."

Having said this, Xia Ling smiled slightly, "I thought it sounded pretty good. I couldn't wait to see it with everyone, so I put it in the arena competition. However, after all, Akun used a mobile phone to make it up temporarily, and some places were not perfect. It’s the most perfect, so please bear with me.”

The crowd was agitated again. It turned out that such a beautiful song was improvised by producer Feng Kunfeng on his mobile phone! "He is indeed the top music producer. He can mix a song casually and it can sound so good." A fan sighed with his face in his hands and his starry eyes.

"Isn't it? Besides, it doesn't matter if Feng Kun makes a song for a friend."

"That's right, this is a private act, it's not considered the Emperor's song, Ye Xingling has nothing immoral."

The crowd chattered a lot, and in a blink of an eye, their contempt for Xia Ling turned into admiration for Feng Kun.

"Ye Xingling is so amazing..." someone said, "She can sing a new song so well. I think she is more skillful and comfortable than Xia Yu singing old songs, and it sounds much better."

Many people around me think so.

Xia Ling was very satisfied with her smile. It seems that because she added points to this topic, the fans are more and more inclined to her. She urged Xia Yu: "It's your turn to sing, don't let us down."

Xia Yu tried several times to assassinate Xia Ling, but failed. Instead, she added a lot of popularity to Xia Ling for no reason, and felt extremely uncomfortable. But there was nothing she could do, she could only hold back her breath, picked up the microphone, and prepared to sing her last song.