Really, Really Miss You

Chapter 8

Sauteed Black Pepper "Little" Ribs (3)

With all her might, Gu Sheng forced herself to remain calm. Calm like she was a professional lyrics scroller.

However, when the musical introduction came through in her headphones, she thoroughly lost her cool, to the extent that, with her hands on the keyboard, she was ridiculously flustered. What would Toupai's voice sound like when singing? What would it sound like? ...

She was too anxious, so much so that when he sang the first word, she thought she was hallucinating.

"Wearing a bamboo hat in the misty rain, quietly waiting for the light to break through from behind the clouds

Listening to the teachings of the Three [Taoist] Pure Ones and reciting 'so I have heard Buddha's words'One turn of the hand overturns fortune maps, another turn alters Heaven and Earth..."

Such a deep, low, authoritative voice, k?! It sounds just too good, k?!!!!

If the female version of this song could be described as ethereal, then Qiang Qing Ci's version gave the feeling of someone standing with arms crossed as an onlooker over the world.

Misty-eyed.

Such amazing resonance in his chest voice!

Such amazing control when changing registers!

The chorus came to an abrupt halt. In her headphones, the singing suddenly became speaking. Qiang Qing Ci was speaking the lyrics using his ancient-style voice:

"The path to divinity appears close, but actually walking it out, [realize that] it is far
Continuous rain, unending snow
Lonely, but may as well face people with a smile..."

A slight reverb had been added to his audio, making that doting tone heard at the end of his phrases all but vanish. Now, it was truly a voice that conjured up the image of a man of graceful bearing and a scene of boundless serene beauty...

If she had not been putting up lyrics, she would definitely have been covering her chest with her hand. DaRen, can you not have such an amazing ability to convey emotion?

He truly did! Too much so, in fact!

A CV who could sing was an enemy to all singers. Every art had people who specialized in it. Those who specialized in speech were weak in singing; those who sang well were utterly unprofessional in delivering lines. But... this type of general knowledge was totally invalid when used on Toupai.

It was not only Gu Sheng...

The excitement level of every person in that room was rocketing off the meter.

This was something that could only be happened upon and not asked for. Only happened upon and not asked for, ah.

All that the fans could do, besides making love declarations, making love declarations, and making more love declarations, was just make love declarations. Aside from love declarations, there was nothing that could express the exhilaration they were feeling. Gu Sheng wanted to look at the screen that was being flooded with comments, listen to the singing, and, at the same time, also do a good job of putting up the lyrics. Totally mentally and physically draining. She felt that because she had not been able to lie quietly on her bed and listen carefully to Toupai's song , she honestly was never going to be able to find the feeling of love again.

Finally, even the administrators, Dou Dou Dou Bing and Feng Ya Song joined in with the army that was spamming the screen with comments, complaining with all their might about how Qiang Qing Ci really knew how to hide his talents deep away.