Clearly, the veteran artist was also well aware of the dance’s flaws.
After her performance, while waiting backstage, she spoke with a hint of regret. "Even though I spent a long ti preparing this dance, I’ve never been quite satisfied with it.
I feel it could be even better, and the choreography could be bolder.
The music limited , so there were many ideas I couldn’t bring to life."
Soone nearby, puzzled, asked in a low voice, "In that case, why didn’t you ask Jiang Qin to compose the music?
When it cos to understanding ancient-style music, she’s considered the best in the genre right now..."
The veteran artist smiled sheepishly. "I did consider it, but she was going through a crisis at the ti, and I didn’t feel it was right to disturb her.
Besides, it was my first ti trying sothing like this, so I felt it would be a waste of one of her compositions."
"You’re being too modest. Anyone who saw that dance would call it breathtaking."
"Haha, but who could have been so sure of that before the actual performance?"
’Of course, she did have that much confidence; otherwise, she wouldn’t have brought the dance to the Gala stage.’
’It was just that at her age and with her status, she always left herself so wiggle room when she spoke.’
’She couldn’t risk her reputation collapsing in her later years over a few careless words, could she?’
"So, will you collaborate with Miss Jiang in the future?"
The veteran artist gave an elegant, gentle smile. "If the opportunity arises, I would love to ask her to write a more suitable piece for .
But that sort of thing depends on fate. After all, composing is just like choreographing—it requires inspiration."
Jiang Qin, listening from just beyond the door, was moved when she heard this.
’As expected of soone who’s spent years in the world of fa and fortune. Her words are flawless.’
’She maintained her own dignity while giving others a graceful way to decline.’
...
The second program was a skit.
It’s the Gala, after all, and you can’t have the Gala without skits. The Interstellar one was no exception.
Jiang Qin and Cang Hong were watching from the wings, and seeing how close they were, people started to speculate.
Naturally, all eyes turned to Jiang Qin.
She was undeniably talented, but her Spiritual Power Level was low. And while Cang Hong might not be as famous as her right now, he was still a top-tier celebrity.
His spiritual power was S-level, yet he’d ended up with a C-level female... it was unexpected.
’So everyone concluded that this female, Jiang Qin, was no simple woman. She was more than just talented.’
’None of the males around her were below S-level. It sounded like sothing out of a fantasy, but she had achieved it.’
’Winning over several powerful n couldn’t be done with looks alone.’
***
Soon, it was Jiang Qin’s turn to take the stage.
When the host announced her na, at least eighty percent of the audience erupted in cheers.
Rainbow-colored light-up signs illuminated the entire venue.
"Jiang Qin! Jiang Qin!"
Jiang Qin walked on stage, dressed in a sparkling, champagne-colored, spaghetti-strap fishtail gown, a plush cape draped over her arm.
Her hair was swept up in an elegant updo, with just a few curly tendrils left to fra her face.
She was delighted by the crowd’s enthusiasm, and her eyes imdiately found Yun Xie and Shi Lichuan in the center of the front row.
The two of them were watching her, their gazes fixed.
Little did she know, many other eyes in the venue were also fixed on her.
There was Bai Mufeng, Lan Shaoyu, and Gu Tianyou, who had co with their teammates.
Mo Chen was there too, sitting in the shadows. Lan Yuyan’s parents, uncle, and his three younger brothers were also present.
Tickets that ordinary people had to scramble for were, to them, simply a matter of whether they wanted to co or not.
If they wanted them, soone would naturally deliver the tickets right to their door and arrange for seats with the best possible view.
Jiang Qin, of course, had the sa privilege, which was why she could spot her partners so easily.
After smiling at them, she turned her gaze back to the entire audience.
"Good evening, everyone. It’s an honor to be ringing in the New Year with all of you tonight."
"AHHHH, QIN BAO, I LOVE YOU!!!"
"The honor is all ours!!"
"Qin Bao, look over here!!!"
The fansite masters said nothing, their fingers flying as they snapped photo after photo.
’Tonight’s Qin Bao is both sexy and elegant. She’s just so beautiful.’
Jiang Qin always doted on her fans, so she made sure to look in every direction. With a radiant smile, she said, "We still have plenty of ti, so allow to sing a couple of songs for you all to celebrate."
"This next song is one I haven’t released yet. It’s called ’Spring Breeze Ten Miles Report New Year’."
The festive sound of firecrackers kicked off the accompanint.
"The poetic spring wind blows, a happy welco to the New Year.
Fireworks burst in the air, bringing warmth to every heart..."
The holographic background projected a snow-covered landscape with a village nestled within.
Every ho was adorned with lanterns and festive decorations. Through the windows, you could see heartwarming scenes of family reunions.
A family was gathered, watching the Gala and making dumplings, while children ran around excitedly with their red envelopes.
Fireworks lit up the sky outside, and the ground by the front door was littered with the red paper from spent firecrackers.
"Blissful happiness, day after day; family reunions, year after year.
Across a thousand miles we et, to be together on this night..."
As far as New Year’s songs went, it wasn’t the most beautiful lody, but it excelled in its festive spirit, and the audience listened with delight.
The video playing on the holographic background, in particular, truly perfected the atmosphere.
Many of those watching the live broadcast were spending the New Year alone. After all, Interstellar People tended to be sowhat indifferent toward family ties.
Once they reached adulthood, most left ho. They would make a call if they needed sothing, but otherwise, there was no contact.
Males who married, in particular, centered their lives around their female master. They might not return ho for three to five years at a ti.
And so, as they watched the Gala now, they felt a long-forgotten pang of hosickness.
[This is my twentieth year living on Caiyun Star with my female master. I haven’t been ho in eight years.]
[I’m on an away mission. Haven’t been ho in three years. Still can’t find a female to marry. I dread facing my father.]
’As for his mother... oh, she never cared about her male children anyway. She would never ask how he was doing out in the world.’
Just as he was thinking this, the man received a call from ho.
He answered it imdiately, assuming it was his father. But to his surprise, his mother was on screen as well.
"Albert, are you still on a mission?"
Albert was taken aback for a mont, then nodded. "Yeah. This mission will probably take another five days to complete."
"Then... can you co ho for a visit after your mission is over? We haven’t seen each other in a very long ti."
Albert looked at his mother, who had been silent until now. Seeing her constant smile, he answered in a bit of a daze, "Okay."
At that mont, many people felt a bittersweet pang in their hearts.
They simply dialed ho, their voices uncharacteristically soft and vulnerable.
Sotis, all it takes to nd things with family is a single step. When one person is willing to take it, you often find the other has been waiting for you all along.
And so that night, the ice was broken in the parent-child relationships of many families.
It takes a special day, paired with a special atmosphere, for a scene to truly stir one’s emotions.
Without that atmosphere, it’s just another number on the calendar.
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