Chapter 106 Anniversary Festival

At night, Pei Ziheng would use his slender fingers to caress the worn scar on her ankle, with a soft sigh in his voice: "Xiaoling, why are you doing this? If you were more obedient, I wouldn't be like this to you."

She trembled in his arms, fearing that he would see the pain hidden in her music, her rejection, hatred and desire to escape from him.

In that case, he will punish her severely.

Therefore, she never dared to write down the lyrics.

All the lyrics only existed over and over again in her mind, and only the tune was dismembered into fragments and scattered bit by bit. Pei Ziheng took her manuscript paper to professionals for analysis. Some psychologists and medical scientists frowned and said that this is not a piece of music at all, but a hallucination caused by being insane after being imprisoned for too long.

Therefore, Pei Ziheng felt relieved.

She completed "Caged Butterfly" bit by bit, which was the only refuge for her soul during that dark time of being imprisoned and humiliated. Only in this song did she feel that she was her real self, with joys, sorrows, joys, sorrows and fears, not a string puppet in his hands, who had been abused to the point of physical and mental injuries, but she still bowed her head tamely and pretended to be herself. It's as sweet as glutinous rice.

Xia Ling thought that thanks to his targeted training, she did not completely suffer from Stockholm Syndrome in the end, and this song was indispensable. It is the heartbeat of her soul, tragic and tragic, but true.

At the last concert, she stood on the stage, and 100,000 fans in the audience shouted for encore.

By some strange coincidence, she chose this song because at that moment, she wanted to live truly.

No accompaniment.

She sang a cappella alone, stunning everyone.

However, ironically, when the song was halfway through, the power on the stage suddenly cut off, and in the darkness, she felt a sharp pain in her back, and then she was pushed off the stage heavily and died.

After her death, fans were grieving and felt very regretful because she only had time to sing half of her last song "Caged Butterfly". Even this half of the song is a cappella without mixing or arrangement.

As a result, many people called for the emperor to restore "The Cage Butterfly".

The Emperor remained silent.

To be precise, it was the Emperor's Feng Kun who remained silent.

He is Xia Ling's lifelong partner as the royal producer. If "Butterfly in the Cage" had to arrange the music, it would have to be him. If he didn't take a stand, no producer would have the courage and ability to take on the song.

Xia Ling's posthumous work, just these four words can make people breathless.

Now, Feng Kun returned to China and held a media conference, saying——

"Before, I didn't dare to touch "Butterfly in the Cage", because it was the last song in Xiaoling's life, it carried too much and was too desperate. I didn't have the confidence to do it well, and I didn't want to desecrate it, So I went abroad and sorted out my thoughts. Now that I am back, it is my inescapable responsibility to make this last song for Xiao Ling. I dare not say that I can make it the best, but I will listen to her with my whole soul, I will try my best to restore the arrangement of this song and it will be infinitely closer to her."

Sister Mai Na accompanied Xia Ling to watch TV, and said with a cold snort, "Come on, don't you want to be so hypocritical, he came back at this juncture, isn't it just to divert public attention and save Xia Yu?"

Xia Ling whispered, "He is not that kind of person."

Sister Maina sneered again: "It sounds like you know him better."

Xia Ling smiled wryly, could she not understand him? Having been music partners for ten years, their tacit understanding is unimaginable to outsiders. He is even closer to her soul than Pei Ziheng.

"I guess it was Pei Ziheng who summoned him back." Xia Ling said feeling sad. With Feng Kun's personality, since she said that the emperor was not worthy of being her music, it was impossible for her to take the initiative to come back and save those who had hurt her. With his status, only Pei Ziheng could recall him to the country. Pei Ziheng must have used some means to force him to surrender.

Sister Mina looked at her in surprise: "I can't see, Xiaoling, when did you become so smart? Can you guess this? The boss has been sending people to watch the emperor's movements during this time. Feng Kun returned to China. It is said that Feng Kun did not want to come back and even handed in his resignation. I don’t know what tricks Pei Ziheng used to make him come back obediently."

Xia Ling smiled wryly, that's really the case.

For Xia Yu, Pei Ziheng actually went to war like this.

but……

Who Pei Ziheng valued has nothing to do with her.

She is concerned about her old friend Feng Kun and the progress of "Butterfly in the Cage".

Not only her, but countless people from the outside world are paying attention to the restoration progress of this song.

Feng Kun led a team to analyze the manuscripts she left behind. It is said that the manuscript is messy and fragmented, and many of the details either conflict with each other, or are skipped or missing, which adds to the difficulty.

There are rumors from the outside world that it seems that Queen Xia Ling was in a bad mental state when she composed this song.

Not long after, Feng Kun banned the group members from disclosing the situation to the outside world and declined all media visits. He closed the door and concentrated on his work. No matter how the entertainment journalists try their best to inquire, they can't dig out any more content. The last piece of news that can be confirmed is that the staff accidentally let it go——

"Mr. Feng worked very hard to make this song. During the meeting, he choked up several times and couldn't speak."

All Xia Ling fans felt sad and lined up on the official website to send their blessings page after page.

In this sad atmosphere, the first anniversary of the death of Queen Xia Ling ushered in.

There are lotus lanterns, plain white candles, and small daisy flowers everywhere.

Her songs were played over and over again on the radio.

Even Sister Mai Na made seven lotus lanterns with her own hands, and dragged Xia Ling in this life to exile by the riverside in the suburbs. She is a fan, especially the sincere one. When the lotus lamp entered the water, she silently recited the eulogy, her eyes were red with tears.

Xia Ling stood under a big willow tree, not knowing how to comfort her.

In the night sky, there is a half-round crescent of blood, and the dim moonlight makes even the world dim and melancholy.

Sister Maina was on the upper reaches of the river, quietly watching her lotus lanterns float farther and farther, one after another, into the ocean of lotus lanterns downstream - thousands of plain white petals lightly holding thousands of lanterns. Flickering candles, dotted with stars, bloom like the other shore.

"I've liked her since she debuted." Sister Mina said suddenly.

Xia Ling was stunned for a moment before realizing that she was talking about herself in her previous life.

Sister Maina didn't look at her and just continued: "At that time, I was still a little assistant, earning the meager salary, doing the most useless things. Several times, I almost couldn't stand it anymore, until that Walking down the street one day, I heard her singing coming from the record player on the side of the street."