Chapter 37
Felt Out of Place
- Hello, audiences across the country, I am Hoa Tien Nu. Today I am honored to accept the invitation to celebrate with Mr. JK's family. Congratulations to Mr. JK on reuniting with his family through this Reunited song!
Everyone applauds to welcome the national diva. The fairy waits for the quiet atmosphere and begins to sing:
Thirty years mother waited for children
Father went everywhere to find children to return
The stumble footprints have never collapsed
Mother grew tired and scrawny, waiting for news of her children!
In the old days, the family gathered with the children
The sounds of playfulness and crying echoed—ah, oh voices[1]
Every word from mom in the song was gentle and loving
They were far apart, each on his own side!
Father never one day gave up looking for his children
Long days and all nights gave him no shut-eye
Dreaming about the past, mom cried and lamented for her child!
Thirty years, children waited, children hoped
Day wished, night dreamed of family reunion
Sobbing, they called for father; crying, they lamented and missed mother
Where was the mother, where was the father?
Father spends his whole life diligently searching for his child
Mother cried until her tears of pity dried up
The father felt heart-wrenching pain, the mother was heartbroken
Any news about the child was just painful!
The high sky and the thick earth never let down the parents
Led the way for relatives to reunite
Descendants happily reunite with their gentle mother
Blood flows to the heart, bringing peace to father - mother!
Television viewers listen to the song, which is as quiet and deep as a father's emotion, and as soft and sweet as a mother's love. Some hug their mother's shoulders, and some sit beside their father. Parents and children quietly feel the warmth of family affection.
Outsiders are touched. The fashion chairman's family takes turns to show sincerity. His wife squints her eyelashes, and the corners of her lips outline an expression of satisfaction with the song. The chairman's wife gently contemplates the only son in the family. This child is incompetent and has many bad habits, but he is always the number one son — in the eyes of the person who gave birth to him, no one can compare.
The precious son expresses enthusiastic admiration for the Diva, then contemplatively admires the national family. His handsome face and eyes, more beautiful than a shooting star, shine together. He is infatuated as he contemplates the figure of the most valuable princess tonight.
The father claps his hands, appreciating the profound lyrics. The chairman always looks up at the stage without blinking, but raises his lips and smiles at his infatuated son.
He threatened to live, to die, threatened to run away from home countless times, and forced his parents to propose to the person he loved to death.
The first time, the father cursed his stupid son for not following the light path and for bumping into the bushes. He demanded that he marry a poverty-stricken, ragged girl. Although his wife spoiled the child, she did not agree that the heir to the corporation should marry a misaligned chopstick.
The next time, the rich boy showed his habit of sucking the golden spoon, eating from the silver bowl, and licking the red plate. The wife loved the child and begged her husband to accept their son's wish. The chairman firmly declared:
"If you two want to marry a girl who is on the breadline and lives at the bottom of society, then you two — mother and son — get out of my house. I will erase your names from the family!"
This time, without waiting for his son to beg, the father is overjoyed. Even before he opens his own mouth to propose, the chairman already considers the girl he despises as his future daughter-in-law. He grows impatient, wanting the languid song to end quickly. But the guests cheer and encourage; before the Diva finishes singing, the crowd clamors for another song.
The herd only likes to listen to music in bed and knows nothing about art, but they are afraid of being laughed at — as if playing the piano for buffaloes to hear. Not to mention, the fear of losing face is nothing compared to the fear of offending JK. As a result, the media tycoon is ready to bury their flashy reputations. The buffaloes and cows stop laughing and joking, and instead show pensive expressions to feel the masterpiece.
There are uneducated elements, and there must be educated people. Mixed in a pile of colorful appearances, but empty inside, are music fanatics. They neither cheer enthusiastically nor pretend to close their eyes to appreciate art; they are completely focused, letting their minds feel the melodious flow and emotional ups and downs of the melody.
For those who live on music, the song's voice not only earnestly calls for the father and sobs with longing for the mother, but also evokes deep emotions in every listener's heart.
When the sound rises, the clear voice of the song knocks on the door of youth's heart. When it lowers, it becomes a soulmate's conversation with a lonely person. The nostalgic and melancholic voice evokes longing for the homeland in those who are far from home. The believers listen in meditation and release their souls into their own dream world. The raucous cheers shatter the perfect dream. The fans shake their heads in disgust at those who claim to have been true fans for ten years.
The ruler at the pinnacle of fame feels out of place in the real-fake world hidden behind the human skin mask. No matter when or where, the lonely star still burns for art. In her mind, there is no longer a crowd of audiences cheering and applauding the brightest star in the galaxy.
The Diva fully devotes herself to the feelings of sadness, pain, and longing, channeling them through her singing and lyrics. She sends out endless joy, hoping that those who are separated from their children—and those who lack a father figure—will no longer be far from each other.
Whenever the touching song voice arouses admiration for the father's "worn feet, tired knees" searching for the child, the forced and rough "sketch" on the faces of the children and grandchildren scribbles "deep" feelings. The girls smile calmly, and that gentle smile silently erases the ugly lines, secretly edits them into patterns of perfect beauty like a famous painting.
The lyrics have echoed ah oh like a mother's lullaby, gently and deeply recalling the moment of reuniting with her mother. But the nightmare of reuniting with her devil father has killed that happiness. Joy - anger - affection - loathing have divided the picture into two halves: sad and happy. The crow's feet have been deeply imprinted with the nostalgia for the joy of seeing her loving mother again.
Choking bitter tears blur the corners of the eyelashes, and hot tears burn the dark red, blood-colored face. Everyone holds back and accepts the cruel truth, but hatred washes away the affection that always conceals the stains in the family painting. Tens of thousands of people remain enamored with this masterpiece, even though it is no longer perfect.
A bunch of utter outsiders have no connection to the mother and daughter, yet they are familiar with the radiant aura of the national family. Some applaud, and some exclaim:
- What a kind daughter, filial granddaughter, beautiful and virtuous!
- I really wish I had such warm and loving relatives!
- The legendary diva with top music honors the noble offspring of the national family — a perfect night!
Far away from JK's family, there is a group of people who look like pre-modern era Western gentlemen, with neatly combed hair and perfume strong enough to make a stuffy nose worse. They don't show off brand names — some wear dark brown sunglasses, some decorate their wrists with mechanical watches from the last century, and some carry nothing except neat and polite clothes. A middle-aged man who looks like a big boss takes a sip of wine and exhales words of praise:
- Anh Dao is so cute, beautiful, and charming like a princess!
The bald old guy wears small round glasses with a silver string attached to prevent them from falling to the ground. He stands for a long time, and his legs grow tired, so he has to lower his huge body full of flesh and fat onto the armchair. He leans his head on the armrest and glances with his eel-like eyes to admire the blonde girl sitting next to Ngoc:
- Nonsense. Her father is from King Country, her mother from Heavenly Kingdom. Her paternal grandmother is a native of Green Eyebrow Country. Her maternal grandmother is of Snow Kingdom origin. Her paternal grandfather is of Warrior Kingdom origin. Her maternal grandfather is of Divine Night Kingdom origin. All are lands renowned for their handsome men and beautiful women. Every year, they take the crown of Miss and Mr. World; and if they do not seize the crown, they still secure one of the top three positions.
After speaking, the old guy notices that Anh Dao bends down and passes by Ngoc and her two daughters and comes to the back of the hotel. The lustful crowd secretly swallows their saliva, staring at the bouncing and undulating bust that hurts the eyes, eagerly gazing at the round and tight buttocks as if they want to tear the mini bodycon skirt clinging to her slim thighs. The group of lascivious guys follows silently behind, but always keeps a safe distance. She enters the toilet area, the lascivious guys instantly sneak in one by one and ambush the surrounding space.
Anh Dao opens the door and is blocked by a man. She carefully avoids the first one. The second man rushes forward but also misses the target. The third man is kicked away by her. The fourth and fifth men have no chance of make a move on her. Anh Dao doesn't have three heads and six arms, the lascivious guys attack from all sides at the same time. Today is the reunion ceremony, and she can't let the scandal ruin it.
The blonde girl resentfully stares at the green-bearded demon who is stripping off his clothes, licking his lips and drooling lustfully, laughing wildly. The naked and dirty bodies crawl up, rape her in turns, the virgin blood splashes on her slender thighs. Anh Dao painfully cries and struggles under the lower body of the animals pressing her, they happily lick the blood and mucus on her thighs.
"Haha, I tell you, this bitch is still a virgin, her virgin body makes my orgasm so intense my soul flies away!"
"Are you tired of playing? Stay away and let me rape her!"
"This bitch is so arrogant. She rejects me countless times and even mocks and humiliates me. Today I must rape her to death!"
Anh Dao is tortured by dozens of men, exhausted physically and mentally, she really can't stand it anymore. The unlucky girl is forced into a desperate situation, so she has to pretend to be coquettish and invites:
"You all like to be masochistic, don't you? I will pamper everyone."
Anh Dao hits the right nerve and makes them all happily laugh lewdly:
"Did you guys see that? I say this bitch is only proper on the surface. She is the number one whore."
"Haha, if you like, we can gangbang you."
Anh Dao wipes her tears, her charming eyebrows flicker back and forth, and she flirts:
"There are no cameras in this place, but it's easy to be exposed if we have fun here. Let's go back to my house."
When Anh Dao calls to ask to leave early, saying she feels dizzy and has a fever, JK agrees immediately. Everyone's eyes light up with joy. A bunch of lustful green-bearded demons watch the slut wearing clothes in a coquettish manner just like in a pornographic movie. They all follow her heels enthusiastically and leave the hotel.
- That's wonderful, please sing another song, we want to hear you sing until morning.
A girl narrows her eyes and says in confusion:
- Strange, I know all the songs sung by the Tien Nu by heart, but I have never heard this song?
The fans shrug, shake their heads, and give up. Everyone turned to the husband, who is also the manager. Diva's husband was a middle-aged man, wearing a black suit, of medium build, with side-parted hair, big eyes, thick eyebrows, and a square face. There was nothing impressive about him except for his solemn and upright appearance. The husband proudly contemplated his wife:
- She just composed this song yesterday!
A distinguished guest exclaims in admiration:
- She and I received the invitation to the reunion ceremony three days ago, and she was still volunteering in the disaster area the day before yesterday. Time was limited, but she composed the song in one day. Oh my God, unbelievable!
No one can deny the fairy's talent, but the audience and the TV viewers are still stunned and amazed by the unbelievable:
- Oh my God, what a legend of legend!
- You are the luckiest man in the world!
The girl band excitedly praise their idol, and JK's family claps their hands to thank the national Diva for giving them the most meaningful gift. The guests and media reporters take the opportunity to praise the song as affectionate like a mother and warm like a father, the lyrics stir the heart with profound emotion.
The applause is like a slap in the face to the crowd whose brains overflow with tadpoles. The delusional guys are startled and look up at the stage, and immediately see the fairy smiling brightly as she responds to the audience. They listen to the music, but their minds are still sneaking under Anh Dao's mini bodycon skirt. Their lower bodies no longer obey them, writhing uncontrollably.
Without a glance, the bald old guy knows that the insides of the lustful crowd's bodies are getting hot. Their mouths and tongues devour countless mortal bodies, swallowing every delicious meat and sweet prey. Now they click their tongues, feeling regretfully that their dreams are shattered at the most exciting moment. All quickly raise a glass of grape sherry wine to their lips, pretending their hands have slipped, letting the wine overflow and wash away the saliva on their wet mouths.
The bald old guy sneers at the crowd who are busy taking out the handkerchief to clean up their chronic addiction to "women", and then cover up the vulgarity by praising Anh Dao:
- She is both talented and beautiful, and truly deserves to be the reigning Miss World!
The bald old guy exhales cigar smoke, praising JK for good fortune:
- His son is a handsome man-god, his daughter and granddaughters are gorgeous princesses, and his adopted daughter, Anh Dao, is Miss World, ranking 50th among the 100 most influential people in the world. The media tycoon has already claimed all the blessings of the world!
The middle-aged guy next to him shakes his thigh and laughs:
- Mr. Mayor looks jealous! ?
The bald mayor smiles faintly and takes a puff of a cigarette.
- The whole globe is jealous of the happiest person in the world!
The flatterers deliberately raise the volume of compliments to the bright stars, offering gorgeous words to the superstar — but in fact, they are directed at the tycoon who creates the superstar. JK ignores all the compliments; he focuses on caring for his relatives. His daughter and granddaughters do not like to show off, he and his son have become ordinary people.
The scene here was even more 'ordinary' than JK and his son. Hanging around the big hall was a lantern truss that illuminated orchids. The guests were dressed politely but not extravagantly. Before the reunion party was held, everything and everyone had to follow the will of the media tycoon's descendants, who were always disgusted by vanity.
Only Nhu Y was out of sync with the perfect night, wearing luxurious clothes to flaunt her wealth. Waiting for the simple princesses to appear, she changed out of her gorgeous clothes into a knee-length pleated skirt and a turtleneck that hid a sparkling diamond necklace.
The girl with many skills always takes the opportunity to please JK, but it is not enough, so she starts chatting with the mother and her two daughters, as if they are close sisters from long ago. They respond to the 'heartfelt' with a social smile — no more, no less.
As for JK, from beginning to end, the relatives have given the father and grandfather reluctant feelings. The old guy has been used to being autistic and gnawing sadness alone. The father has bowed his head and pretended to listen to music to bury melancholy thoughts.
Those thoughts have been the devil who dreams of becoming human again.
He has been a demon to his descendants, but a god to the world — he has had the power to make all illusions come true. Yet God has not been able to change his own dreams into something that is no longer an illusion.
Dreams have remained just dreams to a god without a heart.
Notes
[1] "Ah oh" is a lullaby lyric sung by Vietnamese mothers.