Chapter 1497 - Zhang Ye's final song!
Chapter 1497: Zhang Ye’s final song!
Translator: Legge Editor: Legge
The venue went quiet!
The entire country fell silent!
This was such a bombshell!
This was news enough to shock the entire world!
The legendary Hacker 2, the world’s best hacker, the creator of the Panda Burning Incense virus, and the creator of the CIH virus, had actually been standing in front of their eyes all this time?!
“Impossible!”
“Why is it him?”
“How could it possibly be him!”
“Zhang Ye is Hacker 2?”
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Teacher Zhang is the world’s best hacker?”
“Based on what are they arresting him!”
“No, please don’t!”
“Damn! Who dares touch Teacher Zhang? Try it!”
“Right, who dares touch Zhang Ye!”
Instantly, the entire venue exploded!
…
Back at home.
His mother was stunned!
His father blanched!
…
At an event’s venue.
Chen Guang’s eyes reddened as he looked at his cell phone!
Fan Wenli was shouting loudly beside him!
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Spring Garden’s studio.
Amy fell to the floor and sat down!
Li Xiaoxian had a look of panic on her face!
…
Backstage.
Little Wang yelled!
Ha Qiqi clenched her fists tightly!
Zhang Zuo held his phone in a daze!
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At Old Rao’s house.
Yang Shu was dumbfounded!
Chenchen was getting anxious!
…
At Old Wu’s parents’ house.
Li Qinqin grabbed her daughter and cried out!
Wu Changhe loudly questioned the meaning of this!
But Wu Zeqing still did not utter a word.
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At the venue.
In the rest of the world.
His family.
His friends.
Everyone was caught in a state of shock!
Why did Zhang Ye invite Spring Garden to be his guests at the concert at first and then cancel it midway? Why did Zhang Ye give money to Yang Shu to start a martial arts training hall and give out bonuses to his staff in advance like he was making arrangements in case something were to happen to him? Why did Zhang Ye resign from his roles at Peking University and Media College, as well as his role as the Asian philanthropic ambassador? Why did Zhang Ye place so much emphasis on this concert and even called it “The Final Concert”? Why did Zhang Ye keep singing on stage like he had gone crazy, not even wasting any time on changing his outfit or touching up his makeup? What did that “I’m won’t veer off” really mean? What did that song, “If There’s a Tomorrow,” really mean?
They finally understood all of it now!
They finally understood everything that had been going on!
Zhang Ye had made arrangements for everything since some time ago!
He was going to leave!
He already knew that!
A young man shouted, “Teacher Zhang, don’t go!”
A teenage girl nearly collapsed. “Don’t go! Don’t go!”
A young girl shouted, “I want to listen to you sing! We want to listen to you sing for the rest of our lives!”
What would an entertainment circle without Zhang Ye look like? They simply could not imagine that!
Some people were shouting.
Some were crying.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Ye started welling up. The stage was the place he loved the most. His fans were the people he liked the most. And then, there was the night sky, in which the stars looked especially brilliant tonight. Thank you, everyone, thank you. Years later, I wonder if you all will still think of me and remember this night? However, I will never forget this night for the rest of my life because I have you accompanying me. You’ve shouted with me and sung along!
Then let’s have one more song.
Let’s have one more final song.
He jerked his microphone up to his lips and slowly sang in a cappella.
“I gently look back on the nights we belonged to each other.
“You are still the rosy, bright sun that warmed my heart.
“I hope you can understand and forgive me if I shed silly tears.
“The road ahead may be lonely and long after parting with you tonight.”
Everyone looked at the stage!
Everyone watched Zhang Ye on the livestream!
Fan Yingyun, who was at the venue, was clenching her fists so hard that her fingernails were digging into her flesh.
Fang Xiaoshui was the first one to break down. The moment the singing started, she sobbed, “Teacher Zhang!”
In front, a police officer was thinking of stepping up onto the stage. He already had his handcuffs out in preparation to make the arrest.
But Fan Yingyun grabbed hold of him and stared icily at him.
The police officer was startled. “Officer Fan?”
Fan Yingyun said, “Let Teacher Zhang finish singing the song!”
Director Dong also said coldly, “Let Teacher Zhang finish singing!”
Zhang Ye smiled and sang on.
“Suddenly, I have so much I want to say.
“Regrettably, we’ll soon be apart.
“So I’ll treasure this moment deep inside me.”
The moon was very round.
The stars were very bright.
Under the night sky, Zhang Ye was singing loudly.
“Even if someday thousands of romances
“get blown into my path and land!
“Even if someday thousands of stars
“shine brighter than the moon tonight!
“They won’t compare to this evening’s beauty!
“Nor would I enjoy them any more!
“Ah! ‘Cause you are singing with me tonight!”
Those lyrics were lashing out ruthlessly at everyone’s hearts. It hit them so hard that their faces were strewn with tears!
Backstage.
Ha Qiqi said, “Play the music!”
Little Wang cried and said, “But Director Zhang, he’s—”
Ha Qiqi repeated in an even louder voice, “Play the music!”
The music played.
A mournful melody drifted out and filled the Olympic Stadium.
Zhang Ye smiled and looked at everyone in the audience.
“As our separation nears, I realize the allure of grief.
“All because of you, I made many lasting memories.
“When and where can we meet again, just like tonight?
“Let’s gaze into each other’s eyes, and see where our mutual feelings stand.
“When the raindrops tap on your windows,
“When the wind blows your thoughts into chaos.
“Can you take the time to remember my familiar face?”
One!
Ten!
A 100!
A 1,000!
A lot of people were covering their mouths and crying!
At this moment, they remembered a lot of things.
In the past, Zhang Ye had rushed to the hospital to prevent a fan from attempting suicide by forking out a sum of money and giving his support, saving her from certain death. Back then, it was Zhang Ye who came forward to stand up for a Chinese fan when she was knocked over by Lee Anson. Back then, Zhang Ye’s Talk Show had made countless people in the country laugh hard at their computers. When the Sino-Korean Hacker War happened, Zhang Ye caused a great stir in the country with his “whoever offends the mighty nation of China, however distant, shall be destroyed.” And those songs Zhang Ye sang in the King of Masked Singers had astonished many people as well.
He had given them laughter.
He had forced them to cry.
His name was Zhang Ye.
He looked very ordinary.
But this was a face they could never forget!
They would never forget it for the rest of their lives!
Zhang Ye sang loudly.
“Even if someday thousands of romances
“get blown into my path and land!
“Even if someday thousands of stars
“shine brighter than the moon tonight!
“They still won’t compare to this evening’s beauty!
“Nor would I enjoy them any more!
“Ah! ‘Cause you are singing with me tonight!”
Once!
Twice!
Thrice!
Suddenly, a little girl in the audience cried and sang along with him. “Even if someday thousands of romances!”
A young man loudly sang, “Get blown into my path and land!”
A middle-aged woman wiped away her tears. “Even if someday thousands of stars!”
A teenage girl yelled, “Shine brighter than the moon tonight!”
Some people did not know how to sing it!
Some people were going off-key!
Some people who did not know Cantonese shouted along in Mandarin!
Everyone joined in the singing!
The nearly 100,000-strong crowd at the venue sang loudly with Zhang Ye.
“They still won’t compare to this evening’s beauty!
“Nor would I enjoy them any more!
“Ah! ‘Cause you are singing with me tonight!”
It was moving!
There were tears!
There was unwillingness!
There was reluctance!
All of those feelings were present within this song!
Everyone was straining their voices to sing.
“They still won’t compare to this evening’s beauty!
“Nor would I enjoy them any more!
“Ah! ‘Cause you are singing with me toniiiiight!”
While the music still played, Zhang Ye broke into a smile. “This song is called ‘Thousands of Songs,’ and I will only sing it this once in my lifetime. Thank you, I’ll be going then.”
A song.
A concert.
And a simple “I’ll be going then.”
—This was Zhang Ye’s farewell.