[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-all-rounder-artist":3,"chapter-all-rounder-artist-all-rounder-artist-chapter-593":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","All-rounder Artist",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1269963,1699,"Chapter 593 - 559 Thank You for Being With Me_2","all-rounder-artist-chapter-593",593,"\u003Cp>But when Fei Yang’s voice aired, the venue fell silent in an instant!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In front of countless screens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The audience was shaken, abruptly falling silent. For a moment, even the comments were much fewer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This performance had no explosive high notes or fancy techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simple lyrics, yet they instantly invoked countless memories of fathers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Every time we part, you always pretend to be relaxed\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smiling and saying ’go home’, then turning around with tears in your eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lyrics describing the most common incidents in life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in Fei Yang’s heart was a flood of deep sorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The year he left home with a guitar on his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The father secretly put 2,300 yuan into his bag, bills crumpled terribly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could almost imagine the hardship his father faced when he withdrew this amount of money-\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’s the King of Singing, standing at the pinnacle of glory!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he is also a child from the countryside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without a wealthy family, without a comfortable life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those 2,300 yuan came from a farmer’s hand, earned through hard labor on the fields.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He once thought proudly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His current success was all due to his hard work and perseverance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His life, filled with inspiration, epitomized the rise from rags to riches!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His pictures, featured on the cover of numerous magazines, surrounded by throngs of people!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was not until he took care of his father in the hospital recently that he realized how much pressure his father bore to let him pursue his dreams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It turns out that in those agonizing years, a man had been carrying heavy burdens for him all along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was he really successful because he was good enough?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flowers and applause should not belong to him. Without his father’s support, he, Fei Yang, is nothing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, Fei Yang blamed himself:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did it take so long to realize?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps because the man who propped up his sky had always been so silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I wish I could, just like before\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hold your warm hand\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But you’re not by my side\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Entrust the gentle wind to send my blessings\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The venue was getting quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Backstage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The singers wore heavy expressions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of them were biting their lips slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Composers were also silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of them felt the song in their hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The refrain hadn’t started, but the warmth of kinship, accompanied by a faint sourness, was already lingering in everyone’s hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of a sudden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fei Yang let out his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tone of the song rose, and the faint emotion had its first explosion:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Time, could you slow down\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Please don’t let him grow older\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I am willing to trade all I have for his perennial youth\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Father who has always been strong in life\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What can I do for you\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Please accept my insignificant attention...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Music swirled around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The band played with abandon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In front of Fei Yang, it seemed like the image of his father in the hospital bed flashed by again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He peeled an apple for his father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when his father struggled to take a bite did he realize his father’s teeth were showing signs of aging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The apple was too hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t eat it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he peeled an orange for his father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the first time he saw his father eat so joyfully as he popped a segment of an orange into his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His father said, \"It’s sweeter than the ones we grow at home.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, all Fei Yang felt was acidity in his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sourer than an unripe orange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, he just stared at his father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He noticed the gray hairs at his father’s temples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He finally realized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The father, who once stood as tall as him...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had gotten old.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes finally welled up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only Fei Yang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of the singers backstage had quietly started wiping away their tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People passed tissues around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some pretended to blow their noses forcefully, but they were actually wiping away tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the usually cold and serious composers were moved at this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In one room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yin Dong tilted his head slightly, seemingly reminiscing about something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face remained expressionless, but there was a trace of murkiness in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Zhi Qiu let out a deep sigh, didn’t say anything, just took out his phone and looked at a photo he hadn’t had the courage to open for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His father had been gone for many years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he had achieved success.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But why was he so cowardly that he didn’t even have the courage to write a song for his father?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What use was this title of \"Maestro\"?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the next room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Zhongming was like a frozen statue, only his eyes seemed to lose focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps women are more sentimental.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Jing, who was in the same room as Yang Zhongming, was covering her face with her hands, but tears seeped out from the gaps between her fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Engulfed in emotion, she couldn’t control herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of the composers are no longer young.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their fathers were either no longer in this world or were in their twilight years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time is always fair to humanity, but it is also always cruel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This song allowed everyone to confront their regrets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, underneath the stage...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More and more people began to choke up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In front of the monitors...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The barrage of comments reappeared—almost explosively!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I miss my dad.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am actually crying.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I feel so suffocated.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I would rather have Xian Yu keep acting strangely than be reduced to tears.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My dad has cancer, and I’ve recently quit my job to stay with him in the hospital every day, but I haven’t cried until now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Xian Yu really went too far. He made us laugh for three segments, but only took one to bring everyone to tears.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I must return home for the New Year this year, regardless of what my boss says!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dad, I love you—I will definitely say this to your face.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who else would dare say Fei Yang’s singing lacks emotion!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ve been a long-time fan of Fei Yang. I think this performance is probably the best he has ever had—not in terms of technique or voice.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He has put his heart into this song.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone could no longer hold back their tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And on stage...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fei Yang could no longer hold back either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s not so much that he was singing the song as he was expressing his deepest feelings:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you for everything you’ve done\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Our home was created by your two hands\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You always did all you could to give me the very best\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Am I your pride?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Are you still worrying about me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kid you cared so much about has grown up\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An outpouring of intense emotions!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fei Yang nearly cried out in pain!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice trembled as he sang, his thick, choked-up voice ringing with a runny nose, and tears streamed down his face!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a King of Singing, he was unable to control his voice and emotions professionally, which was really unprofessional.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like his unprofessionalism as a son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But please believe...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is my most sincere emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did you hear it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This song is sung for you!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t you always say:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Your son sings the best songs, didn’t you?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the face of this emotional onslaught, the audience was as fragile as paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stirring melody pierced their hearts, evoking memories and sorrow buried deep within many others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The unstoppable pain, helplessness, and bitter sweetness freely flowed in their hearts with the music.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During the performance...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tears of countless individuals had long turned into a raging sea!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone could hear it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fei Yang’s trembling voice was tinged with guilt—a guilt every child felt towards their father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lin family...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Xuan and Lin Yao looked towards their mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She chuckled, \"This song is nice.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But while saying so, she felt a lump in her throat, and her eyes began to tear up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Yuan never experienced paternal love growing up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s because his father passed away when he was very young.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Lin Yuan’s mother had to play the roles of both mother and father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This song, although about a father, is in truth a song for every family member.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a certain hospital...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In front of the screen...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fei Yang is singing...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An elderly man, who bears a striking resemblance to Fei Yang, wipes away his tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old companion next to him hands him a slice of oranges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man tastes a few bites and shakes his head, \"It’s not as sweet as the ones Little Yang bought last time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The companion responds, \"This was also bought by your darling son.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man looks surprised, tries a few more bites, and queries, \"Different kind?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His companion retorts, a tad exasperated, \"Different person peeling it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The song envelops the stage...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Hong suddenly takes off his headset...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A staff member looks at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Hong murmurs, \"I need to make a phone call.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The staff member silently nods in approval.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He connects the call.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice on the other end sounds surprised, \"Aren’t you in the middle of a show?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re watching it too?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course, it’s my son’s show. As his father, how could I not...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dad.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you have something to say, say it quickly. I’m watching the show.\" He feigns impatience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nothing much, just wanted to call…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I heard you, just hang up already. Don’t you have to go on stage to host soon? Be careful or the director will dock your pay!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Okay.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Hong replies with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, the phone on the other end and the stage are filled with the last line of the song in near-perfect synchronization:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you for being there every step of the way!\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1652,"2026-06-05T16:38:28.709Z",1,"novelbin.me","9227e94acbca275b8b6ecfae1c5848d873bcb7065cb5b61ae68bfbb34a8e7e35","all-rounder-artist-chapter-594","all-rounder-artist-chapter-592",1668,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fall-rounder-artist-cover.jpg"]