Bai Weiwei refused to sing "Secret That Cannot Be Told."
To her, a request like Lin Chu's felt far too intimate—a sort of verbal, emotional flirtation.
Growing up in her dad's guesthouse, she had seen too many guests and heard too many stories.
—Most people who came to Dali were either nursing a broken heart or looking for a fling.
Who could blame them, when that's how all the artsy books and films portrayed it?
In the ears of the locals, a nickname like "The Capital of One-Night Stands" was actually quite repulsive. Your cheating, your philandering, your broken pieces—what did any of that have to do with the city?
It was a stain on this beautiful scenery.
At this moment, her mood was even a little... punk.
After a moment's thought, seeing that most of the audience were middle-aged and that no one besides Lin Chu was requesting songs, Bai Weiwei decided to liven things up. She cued the backing track.
'Time to up the difficulty!'
"Hard-to-Recite Scripture."
