The Journey to Godhood in Another World

Chapter 88 The Moon Can Represent My Heart

Yang Xingchen and Luo Li walked into the recording studio side by side. The soundproof door slowly closed behind them, as if completely shutting out the noise from the outside world.

Inside the recording studio, the lights were soft yet bright, and the equipment emitted a cool, metallic sheen; everything appeared professional and orderly.

The walls around the room are covered with special sound-absorbing materials with subtle textures, as if guarding this unique musical world.

Yang Xingchen took a deep breath, his eyes filled with focus and anticipation.

He tightened his grip on the lyric book, his fingers turning slightly white from the pressure. The words on the book were like treasures to him. "This time, I must present it perfectly," he silently told himself.

Luo Li gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, a confident smile playing on her lips.

She looked at Yang Xingchen, her eyes full of encouragement: "Brother Chen, don't be nervous, you can definitely do it."

Her voice, like a clear mountain spring, flowed through the small recording studio, easing Yang Xingchen's tense nerves.

The staff were adjusting the equipment, and as the prelude to the melody slowly began, it was like a gentle breeze brushing across the lake, creating ripples.

The musical notes leaped and weaved through the air, gradually filling the entire space.

"How much do I love you? How much do I miss you..." The moment Yang Xingchen spoke, his eyes became deep and dreamy, as if he were lost in deep memories.

He frowned slightly, each word seeming to be squeezed out from the depths of his heart, carrying an unspeakable pain.

The simulated sound effects outside the window carried the pattering sound of rain. The raindrops hitting the sidewalk felt like they were hitting people's hearts, adding a touch of melancholy.

"The blue tropical fish didn't explain, it just sighed at me from behind the glass."

Yang Xingchen's voice trembled slightly as images of loneliness flashed through his mind: blue tropical fish swimming in a glass tank, their silent sighs seeming to reflect his own inner struggles.

His hands clenched unconsciously, and his body leaned forward slightly, as if he wanted to pour all his emotions into the song.

Luo Li listened quietly, her eyes filled with focus. The moment Yang Xingchen sang the first line, she knew the recording would be a great success.

She gently closed her eyes, feeling the emotions in Yang Xingchen's singing, waiting for the right moment to join in the harmony.

As the song progressed, the sense of heartbreak intensified. Yang Xingchen's voice was like a sharp sword, easily slicing through the softest parts of people's hearts.

Fine beads of sweat glistened on his forehead under the lamplight. Each note seemed like a fragment of his soul, drifting in the air.

"You ask me how deep my love is (how deep is your love), the moon can represent my heart (represent my heart)."

Yang Xingchen's singing, at its climax, was like a surging wave, crashing against people's eardrums wave after wave. Luo Li's harmony joined in at the right time; she slightly opened her lips, and beautiful notes floated from her mouth, blending perfectly with Yang Xingchen's singing.

Her body swayed gently to the rhythm, completely immersed in the music.

A look of pain and deep affection crossed Yang Xingchen's face as he recalled the days and nights his fans had spent with him, their loving gazes and supportive words.

In a small room outside the recording studio, Song Hui looked at Yang Xingchen through the glass with a face full of satisfaction.

She knew how much Yang Xingchen had sacrificed for this song—those days and nights of practice, meticulously crafting every single note. "This child, she really put her heart into it."

Song Hui murmured to herself, her eyes glistening with tears of excitement.

"No one can tell you, they're just not naive enough. Whether to keep asking or give up, a kiss isn't enough to explain it."

Yang Xingchen and Luo Li's voices intertwined, like a dialogue between souls.

Yang Xingchen looked at Luo Li with gratitude in her eyes. Luo Li returned a warm smile, a smile that seemed to have a magical power, making Yang Xingchen's singing even more infectious.

As the climax continued, everyone was captivated by the moving melody. The staff stopped what they were doing and listened quietly.

Some nodded slightly, while others had tears welling up in their eyes. In this small recording studio, music became the sole dominant force.

Yang Xingchen's mind conjured up images of fans waving glow sticks in the audience, their young and enthusiastic faces, and the moments when they screamed and cheered for him.

"This song is for you, my fans," he said silently in his heart, his voice filled with even more affection.

Yang Xingchen's voice carried a hint of helplessness and determination. He recalled the hardships he had faced in the entertainment industry, the doubts and difficulties, but it was the support of his fans that kept him going.

His singing voice was like a burning flame, shining with the light of hope in the darkness.

Outside the recording studio, several staff members who had rushed over upon hearing the news stood quietly at the door. They did not want to disturb the recording inside, but they were also attracted by the singing.

One of the young interns whispered to the person next to him, "This song is so good! I feel like Yang Xingchen is going to create a new classic this time."

The people next to him nodded quickly, their eyes full of agreement.

As the song progressed into its second half, Yang Xingchen's voice became increasingly ethereal, as if he were telling an ancient and timeless love story, or pouring out his heart to his fans.

His gaze was fixed on the distance, as if he were looking through the walls of the recording studio and seeing a wider world.

"My sadness is as silent as the moon; you never say anything, you always look at me with tenderness."

Yang Xingchen's singing voice flows like a gentle stream, touching people's hearts. A faint sadness appeared on his face, a reflection of his gratitude for the silent support of his fans.

He knew that his fans were like the gentle moonlight, always there for him when he needed them most.

In the last few notes, Yang Xingchen's voice gradually faded, like fireworks in the night sky slowly dissipating, but its lingering charm echoed in people's hearts for a long time.

When the last note fell, the recording studio fell silent, as if time had stopped.

After a while, the staff burst into enthusiastic applause. Yang Xingchen wiped the sweat from his forehead, a tired yet satisfied smile on his face. He looked at Luo Li, and the two embraced tightly.

"That was amazing, Brother Chen! Your performance this time was incredible!" Luo Li said excitedly.

“Without your perfect harmony, we wouldn’t have achieved this effect,” Yang Xingchen replied with a smile.

Song Hui walked into the recording studio, her eyes sparkling with excitement: "Xingchen, this song is definitely going to be a huge hit. If we give it to our fans, they'll be so happy they'll faint. You're really spoiling your fans this time!"

Yang Xingchen walked out of the recording studio, looking at the busy staff outside, his heart filled with emotion.

He knew that this song was not just a simple musical work, but also an emotional bond between him and his fans.

He could almost see the excited expressions on his fans' faces when they heard the song, their happy tears and cheers.

"It's all worth it," Yang Xingchen said softly, his gaze firm and bright, ready to embrace everything that the song's release would bring.

P.S.: "The Moon Can Represent My Heart" was written by Vincent Fang and Yang Kun, with music composed by Yang Kun.