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Ren Ling was a rare individual in the apocalypse, having read over ten thousand books.
At this moment, the silhouette left by Chen Zao resembled that of a character stepping out from a book.
He gazed into the distant starry sky, his eyes filled with the strength to move forward.
No matter the wind, frost, rain, or snow, he seemed ready to bravely continue on.
This fearless and resolute aura, combined with the starry discourse accentuated by the long piano melody, moved Ren Ling inexplicably.
Touched by the enchanting melody and Chen Zao's profound tone, Ren Ling grew increasingly curious about his identity.
After sharing his thoughts, Chen Zao brought forth his singing state.
The melody in his hands became even more beautiful and romantic, as if he were playing a dream.
Looking at the suffering and struggling people in this apocalypse, and thinking about the impending catastrophe that humanity would face in the Golden Age, a sense of compassion welled up in Chen Zao's heart.
Gazing at the vast night sky, he felt somewhat lost.
He did not know how many opportunities he could secure for humanity in the Golden Age.
But no matter how many there were, he would walk on steadfastly and fearlessly.
At this moment, among the countless stars overhead a century later, there must be one that bears his own soul.
He hoped it would be the brightest star in the night sky, guiding him to walk without regrets until the end.
"The Brightest Star in the Night Sky~ can you hear clearly~
The loneliness and sighs deep within the hearts of those who gaze up~
The Brightest Star in the Night Sky~ can you remember~
The figure that once walked with me~ now vanished in the wind~
…"
He drew strength from his beloved work, "The Brightest Star in the Night Sky," from the Golden Age.
Chen Zao gently began to sing the most poignant and solitary ballad of the evening.
In an instant, his voice captured the hearts of everyone present.
His melancholic and romantic singing felt like a warm breeze sweeping through the hearts of the Apocalyptic People, leaving everyone in the hall spellbound!
They never expected that this wild and unruly chef could sing so beautifully!
Previously, this group of Apocalyptic People, who had never experienced the splendor of the Golden Age, thought that Ren Ling's voice was the most beautiful melody in the world.
But now, after witnessing Chen Zao's stunning self-accompaniment and singing, they finally understood what it meant to have someone beyond themselves!
During the chorus, Chen Zao sang with exceptional emotion, weaving a shimmering galaxy with his voice that transported everyone's hearts to distant space.
The romantic melodies flowing from his fingertips were dreamlike and ethereal, causing many to question their lives!
His magnetic voice stirred warm currents in many hearts, evoking memories of loved ones who once stood by their sides.
Ren Xiao gazed up at the night sky, as if she could see her mother and brother's smiling faces woven from countless stars in Chen Zao's song.
That glance back was the brightest star guiding her forward!
Oh...
Ren Xiao was completely entranced by Chen Zao's singing.
Chen Zao's tiger-like eyes were also fixed on the stars above; this song was a gift for Ren Xiao but also a gift for himself.
In this heartfelt outpouring of song, he felt lost yet was searching for a path to the future.
He looked up at the night sky and sang, while Ren Ling admired his silhouette.
What kind of man is he!
Why is his singing so deeply moving?
There was no roar, no scream.
Each note struck deep within the heart, resonating solidly.
It was as if a series of stones were thrown into her heart's lake, creating ripples that stirred strong emotional echoes within Ren Ling.
Such a profound, beautiful melody, yet infused with a questing power and rich emotion, reminiscent of the artistic elegance of A Century Ago's Golden Age, made Ren Ling feel as if she were in a dream!
What an astonishing talent!
On this seemingly ordinary night, Ren Ling suddenly realized that there existed a man in this world who evoked such a strong sense of exploration in her, even inspiring feelings of admiration.
Cai'er, Hu Rengui, Shilian Zhi, and others with even a slight musical background were completely dumbfounded by Chen Zao's enchanting singing.
They could not connect such a voice with the clumsy giant who had just been holding the Chamber Pot.
Internally, they resisted and did not want to admit that Chen Zao was a musical genius on par with Ren Ling, someone they had never encountered before!
Yet as the captivating song spread and progressed, all their resistance crumbled like a breached dam!
The singing was so romantic and touching that they began to doubt whether they had truly heard music before!
This is what real music is!
Hu Rengui watched Chen Zao's rough fingers effortlessly strumming the guitar, producing dazzling and enchanting melodies as if he were creating miracles. He felt an impulse to chop off his own clumsy hands!
Where did Ren Xiao find this chef?
It's no exaggeration; this guy plays the guitar more melodiously than Ren Ling!
Is he really just a chef, or is he the legendary Guitar God?
Hu Rengui has already developed a deep admiration for Chen Zao's guitar skills.
The servants and maids who had just been mocking Chen Zao were now breathless, listening to his enchanting voice weaving dreams.
They dared not breathe, fearing that even a breath would shatter this beautiful experience.
Their numb hearts, under such romantic melodies, felt like withered trees watered anew, rekindling their thirst for life.
It turned out that in this cruel and dark world, there was still a warm side to humanity.
And this warmth was brought to them by a big, silly chef.
This was truly shocking!
Everyone slowly became immersed in Chen Zao's musical cosmos, sinking deeper and deeper, feeling warmer and warmer.
By the end of the song, Chen Zao was moved himself. After letting out a long sigh, he finally concluded the melody from his guitar.
The lingering notes and beautiful thoughts continued to resonate in everyone's ears and hearts.
Ren Ling, upon hearing the final notes, began to doubt whether everything before him was an illusion.
How could such an unusually sized chef produce such a masterpiece?
Could it really be true that only hands stained with blood could play such a song?
His so-called bloodied hands, could it be that he practiced the guitar until he bled?
Is he really a chef?
With his guitar skills being this good, when does he have time to cook?
Looking up at Chen Zao's figure, which seemed to clash with the entire world, Ren Ling's beautiful eyes sparkled with an unprecedented sense of curiosity and admiration.
In the eyes of others, there was nothing but enjoyment and shock!
Seeing everyone in the room dumbfounded, each one looking as if they had fallen under a magical spell, completely entranced, Chen Zao felt satisfied and rated the song he was singing in his heart—
Perfect!
He turned around immediately but did not look at Ren Ling; instead, he eagerly waved at Cai'er.
"Score it! What are you still dawdling for?"
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