Volume One, Chapter 50: Wishing Us Longevity, Sharing the Moonlight Across a Thousand Miles

Everyone in the studio turned their gaze toward Li Huange and Zhuo Yiyi, their shocked expressions striking everyone as somewhat peculiar.

Though the song was undeniably beautiful and sounded incredible, surely, as reigning divas, they wouldn’t be so taken aback, right?

Li Huange and Zhuo Yiyi exchanged a glance—and in that look, each understood the other's thoughts.

Within the music industry, there’s a widely recognized concept: certain songs are known as “Diva Songs.” These are pieces of exceptional quality. In other words, a newly debuted female singer who acquires a song of this caliber is almost guaranteed an instant breakthrough. For an already famous young female singer, landing such a song often means ascending to the rank of a junior diva.

And a junior diva, in turn, can very well rise to become a true diva!

The reason these songs are called “Diva Songs” is precisely because they possess an extraordinary power to elevate a female singer’s status.

Thus, such songs are exceedingly rare!

Though the current performer was an older woman named Aunt Zhang, and this was only a preliminary version, Li Huange and Zhuo Yiyi’s sharp and professional eyes could clearly discern that this song bore the unmistakable attributes of a “Diva Song.”

Aunt Zhang’s voice was surprisingly youthful, but her singing style was not that of a pop singer. If Li Huange or Zhuo Yiyi were to perform it...

The potential impact of this song on the music scene could be plainly observed—indeed, it was beyond estimation!

What was more astounding was that this song was composed by Shen Qi? Even more breathtaking than “Diva”?

Li Huange was even more stunned than Zhuo Yiyi, for after all, Shen Qi was someone she had spent three years with!

Therefore, Zhuo Yiyi’s mind turned elsewhere more quickly.

“The lyrics! The lyrics of this song!”

Li Huange caught on too, her large, beautiful eyes filled with an even deeper shock.

“The lyrics...”

On screen, Aunt Zhang continued singing with heartfelt emotion.

“Turning to the vermilion pavilion, lowering the embroidered door, shining upon the sleepless...”

“There should be no resentment...”

“When will the moon always be full when people part?”

[Wow! I was only paying attention to the melody until now—I just realized how incredible the lyrics are!]

[What kind of divine lyrics are these? They seem to be adapted from classical poetry.]

[I think these are even better than many traditional poems. Is it really possible that a househusband wrote this?]

[Am I deaf? How did I not hear such magnificent lyrics before?]

[I’m telling you, I only finished elementary school and I can already tell this is amazing.]

Suddenly, a series of very eye-catching comments appeared at the very top of the live feed.

Fang Shi, a renowned scholar in China, spoke again.

“I initially had a real aversion to being a guest on variety shows, believing that in this fast-food era, good poetry is hard to come by, let alone appearing on such a program.”

“The lyrics of this song are indeed a poem, specifically in the classical form of ‘Shui Diao Ge Tou.’”

“It imagines and contemplates the Mid-Autumn full moon, weaving the joys and sorrows of human life into a philosophical exploration of the universe and existence, reflecting complex and contradictory emotions...”

“At the same time, it expresses a love of life and an optimistic spirit.”

“I can tell the upper part of the poem reflects a determined attitude toward life, while the lower part embodies a graceful acceptance.”

“The verses are elegant and fluid, merging emotion and scenery, thought and ambiance, profound in thought and lofty in spirit, filled with philosophy...”

“I am utterly convinced!”

Amidst the densely packed red characters flooding the screen, the more than ten million viewers seemed to feel Fang Shi’s overwhelming emotion through his lengthy commentary.

In China, no one was unaware of Fang Shi’s rigorous and passionate dedication to poetry; for him to be so moved, this poem must truly resonate with humanity.

While everyone was stunned, an even greater question arose in their minds—could this really have been written by Shen Qi?

Was this some kind of joke?

This was just a live show, and Shen Qi didn’t even know he was being broadcast.

He merely sang with some elderly neighbors at home, rehearsing a song for an annual Mid-Autumn cultural event, meant for an elderly band’s lyrics.

And yet here we have an immortal masterpiece?

Isn’t this shameless?

Bai Qinghe and Lin Xiaolu were both dumbfounded. Though music wasn’t their strongest suit, as two top actresses, their discerning abilities were still sharp.

They recognized the poem’s excellence but couldn’t grasp the full extent of its greatness.

Now that even Fang Shi had declared it outstanding, it must truly be so.

But how could Shen Qi, this laid-back man who did nothing but laze around at home, possibly have written such a song and poem?

“Absolutely not written by Shen Qi! A man busy with laundry, cooking, and cleaning at home could never have created such a song or poem!”

Bai Qinghe almost shouted this out, unable to accept it.

She felt this even more keenly than Lin Xiaolu.

Her husband, Liang Bin, was also a great lover of Chinese poetry, often studying or composing poems himself.

And yet, after being completely overshadowed by Shen Qi, even Liang Bin’s strongest skill was now outmatched?

How could this be?

How dare he?

Li Huange felt a rush of satisfaction. She glanced at Bai Qinghe and asked calmly,

“Shadow Queen Bai, my husband knows poetry... Did he somehow threaten your interests? Why is it so hard for you to accept this?”

Bai Qinghe was momentarily stunned, quickly suppressing her anger and resentment, replacing it with a smile.

“Uh... I... I’m just shocked! It’s somewhat unbelievable...”

“So what you mean is clear,” Li Huange smiled, “You believe that those who appreciate and master poetry can only be high-class people, and not someone like Shen Qi who manages household chores and stays by the stove, right?”

“I... I didn’t mean that!” Bai Qinghe knew this was a trap and began to panic slightly. “I... really didn’t mean that!”

Lin Xiaolu quickly stepped in to smooth things over.

“Huange, Shadow Queen Bai and I are equally shocked. We really don’t mean that!”

“Aren’t you also stunned by this poem and song?”

Li Huange nodded this time.

Indeed!

The key was that it truly felt unbelievable.

“Ah...”

Suddenly, Zhuo Yiyi shuddered and emitted a voice full of deep emotion. Goosebumps rose over her fair, smooth arms.

At that moment, Aunt Zhang was singing the final lines.

“People experience sorrow and joy, parting and reunion; the moon waxes and wanes, full and crescent...”

“This has been difficult since ancient times...”

“May we all live long and share the beauty of the moon, even if thousands of miles apart!”

In that instant, Li Huange’s mind went completely blank.

She stared fixedly at Shen Qi on the screen.

Shen Qi sat quietly, radiating tranquility, a faint smile on his face, his fingers lightly tapping his knee.

Fang Shi’s comments appeared once more, bright and prominent, as if overwhelmed with emotion and interpreting for millions.

“Stunning! Truly stunning!”

“The song and poem perfectly complement each other, enhancing one another!”

“People experience sorrow and joy, parting and reunion; the moon waxes and wanes, full and crescent!”

“May we all live long and share the beauty of the moon, even if thousands of miles apart!”

“This is an immortal masterpiece!”

“An immortal masterpiece!”