As time ticked by, it quickly reached eight in the evening.
The lights dimmed one by one, and the entire audience fell silent in an instant.
"Hurry, hurry, it's about to start!"
"Stop talking, it's beginning!"
"Where, where? Has President Xu come out yet?"
"Not yet, there's probably an opening act."
The fans sat below the stage, whispering among themselves, their eyes firmly fixed on the stage and the large screens on either side.
Suddenly, the large screens lit up. A burst of splendid opening credits flashed past, and exquisite text effects finally coalesced in the center.
[Dreams and Flowers—Xu Qingqiu's Capital Concert]
While the audience was still focused on the screen, music suddenly swelled, and the view on the two screens swiftly panned to the band beside the stage.
The rearranged accompaniment sounded grand and majestic.
And Xu Qingqiu's voice, keeping time with the rhythm, began to ring out.
"If pride hadn't been coldly dashed by the sea of reality,
