After getting the answer she wanted, Wen Yanan's eyes widened at a speed visible to the naked eye, making them even more beautiful.
Cui Mantong tutted a few times and teased a certain little one, "You mean the compliments I just gave weren't heard by little An'an? That's really sad."
"No," Wen Yanan said seriously to Cui Mantong, "An'an heard Aunt Mantong's exclamation."
"But you prefer Mommy's praise more, don't you?"
Wen Yanan shyly lowered his head.
"Hahaha," Cui Mantong was so amused by his adorable demeanor that she almost burst into tears, "Alright, alright, Auntie was just teasing you. Go find your mommy quickly. I need to go see what my son is up to now too."
"Goodbye, Aunt Mantong."
"Goodbye." Cui Mantong initially wanted to pat his head, but then thought about her makeup and worried about smudging it, so she lowered her hand. "Such a handsome little guy."
"Mommy."
"Good boy, I need to go do my makeup now. An'an, don't wander off, okay?"
"Okay."
Fang Miaomiao, feeling uneasy, entrusted the photographer accompanying Wen Yanan to keep an eye on him before heading to the makeup room.
"Sister Miaomiao, you have such good natural skin," the makeup artist said enviously.
"Thank you."
Seeing that she had no intention of continuing the conversation, the makeup artist quietly proceeded to do her makeup.
To fit the theme.
Fang Miaomiao chose a green qipao, the same color as An'an's.
When she changed into her clothes and returned to the backstage waiting area, she saw staff gathered in a huddle.
Fang Miaomiao's heart sank, and she hurried over.
"What's wrong?"
"Mommy?"
The main protagonist in the middle saw Fang Miaomiao and a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes. "Mommy, you look so beautiful."
"When have I not looked beautiful?" Fang Miaomiao's gaze fell on a young girl who was looking down in silence. "What happened?"
"It's okay, I wasn't hurt."
"Hurt?" Fang Miaomiao's gaze deepened. "What happened?"
"I'm so sorry, I really didn't do it on purpose. There were too many people just now, and I was bumped by something, and I accidentally touched little An'an," the young girl said, her eyes red and her expression anxious and apologetic.
"Staff?"
The girl shook her head. "I'm a part-time worker."
"Mommy, it's okay. The photographer uncle shielded me just now, I wasn't hurt," Wen Yanan said, taking Fang Miaomiao's hand. "Really, Mommy."
"It's okay."
"Did you capture clearly what happened just now?"
The photographer shook his head and said apologetically, "There were too many people, I didn't get a clear shot."
"It's alright, thank you very much for your help just now."
According to them, there were many people there, and if An'an had been knocked down, there might have been a stampede.
However, she didn't feel any malice from the girl, and her flustered and anxious appearance didn't seem like a lie. Could it be that she was overthinking things?
"What are you all standing around for? It's almost your turn," Chen Tianming walked over curiously and asked, "What's going on? Why are so many people gathered? Watching a show?"
"It's nothing, we'll be right there."
The spotlight shone on the stage.
The host introduced with great excitement, and thunderous shouts and cheers erupted from the audience.
Fang Miaomiao, in the dim light, took Wen Yanan onto the stage.
"Let's give a round of applause to Fang Miaomiao and little Wen Yanan for their wonderful performance."
As the words fell.
A soft light shone upon them.
They exchanged a glance and smiled.
【She's here, she's here. She's arrived with her singing. Will it be Fang Miaomiao or Fang Yanhuan? We'll wait and see.】
【Ahhhh, you all want to hear the song, but I'm different. I'm here to see Fang Miaomiao herself. Her face is absolutely stunning. When that light hit them just now, I was speechless. She's so beautiful. This is perfectly the scene of a traditional Chinese lady and her young master going out!】
【The person above is totally my sister. This green qipao is so beautiful. So Miaomiao's face isn't just pretty, but her serene aura is also amazing.】
The music began.
It was a melodious erhu sound, tinged with a hint of melancholy.
The sound was soft, yet it made the bustling crowd pause their discussions about the previous song.
"Counting the ripe red beans as spring passes, alone after dusk."
A clear and penetrating voice echoed through the entire venue via the microphone.
Everyone involuntarily turned their gaze to the stunning figure on the stage.
"Whoa, why does it suddenly sound a bit good?"
"I think so too. The last song really blew my mind. I didn't expect an outdoor concert to be so quiet and comfortable."
"Fang Miaomiao's voice is so beautiful, like the sound of a mountain spring. I can't get enough of it."
The clear voice, coupled with the slight loneliness brought by the erhu, complemented each other, intertwined, as if the voice was a light shining into the abyss, pulling out that lonely figure.
At that moment.
Not just the outdoor venue.
Even the viewers in the live stream forgot to send comments and remained stunned, listening to the song in silence.
【I'm crying. So, is the erhu a reflection of An'an? Is he actually very lonely, and Miaomiao is his light, pulling him out of the abyss? This is the only feeling I got after listening to this song.】
【I'm crying too. So it's not that Fang Miaomiao needs to please An'an to secure her position in the Wen family. It's always been An'an who can't leave Miaomiao. What kind of family love is this? It's so touching.】
【I don't care, best performance of the night goes to An'an and Miaomiao.】
"Miaomiao," Wen Zhiyan watched the moment they looked at each other after finishing the song on stage, unable to contain the complex emotions in his eyes any longer. "Miaomiao, you're here to save me and An'an, aren't you?"
"Miaomiao, you must wait for me. Once I'm better, I'll definitely stand up and give you everything you want, and then we'll walk into the palace of marriage hand in hand. Neither I nor An'an will let you leave us, Miaomiao, wait for me."
"Miaomiao, you're amazing! Your singing almost made me cry."
"Not at all, it's the song's credit too."
"It was really good," Chen Huan also praised happily.
However, the cute clothes on Chen Huan looked strangely out of place.
"Yes, Sister Miaomiao, how come none of us knew you could sing? I thought we were at least friends, right Senior Zhou?"
Zhou Jiaxin's eye twitched, and she didn't respond.
"Is that so? It's alright. After all, we're not close," Fang Miaomiao said with a faint smile, her gaze shifting to others. "Senior Zhou, Mantong, Huanhuan, good luck! We'll cheer for you from backstage."