novellhall Chapter 72 Goodnight, My Whole World
Chapter 72 Goodnight, My Whole World
Chapter 72 Goodnight, My Whole World (Burst Update Mode Activated 9)
"Langlang, are you feeling down?"
The little girl's voice was full of worry.
The adults were relieved by his open-minded behavior, thinking he was sensible and easygoing.
Liu Yifei, who had eaten, slept, and grown up with him since childhood, could sense what was in his heart.
I can't quite describe that feeling.
But she could sense that her Langlang was unhappy.
The room was quiet, with only the steady breathing of the two people.
Looking at the young girl beside him, Chen Lang felt a sudden relief from the stifling feeling in his heart.
He can use an adult's way of thinking to comfort adults and put their minds at ease.
But he also needs someone who understands him.
After all, it's been so many years of hard work.
Practice martial arts, learn music, learn musical instruments, learn culture —
He hardly ever slacked off for a single day.
Practice dancing and singing.
I started practicing leg stretches, vocal exercises, and breath control when I was three years old.
Now, a simple "stage stress disorder" negates all of this.
To say I'm not upset, or that it's nothing, would be a lie.
How could the regret and resentment in my heart be easily erased?
Stage fright is more than just being unable to sing on stage.
This means that he will be unable to attend any more galas, award ceremonies, competitions, commercial performances, or even larger press conferences in the future.
Who wouldn't want to live a different life if they were given a second chance at life?
Who wouldn't want to experience the feeling of being the center of attention?
To say it doesn't matter would be a lie.
He didn't want to explain these complicated emotions to his elders, and he didn't want them to worry.
But in front of Liu Yifei, he didn't want to pretend anymore; he also needed someone to confide in.
"I just feel—a little resentful."
"After practicing for so long, I just want to hold your hand and stand together on the most dazzling stage."
"And that's how it turned out."
Liu Yifei listened quietly.
She reached out a small hand and gently patted Chen Lang's back.
one more time.
Just like when her mother used to lull her to sleep when she was little.
"Good boy, Langlang."
Her voice was soft and sweet.
"My sister is here."
"Sister will always be with Langlang."
Chen Lang was both amused and exasperated by her mature demeanor.
The slight annoyance in my heart was largely dispelled by her clumsy words of comfort.
The two lay facing each other quietly, neither of them speaking.
After a long time, when Liu Yifei's hands were sore from clapping, she asked in a low voice.
"Does this mean we can't sing anymore from now on?"
Chen Lang gently shook his head.
"It's not that you can't sing."
"It's just that I can't sing in front of a lot of people."
"You can sing at home, or in the music room."
"oh."
The little girl breathed a sigh of relief and blurted it out without thinking.
"Then I won't sing on stage anymore; we'll sing at home from now on."
Chen Lang felt a warmth in his heart.
My wife has always been a wild and energetic person since she was a child.
When I was little, my mother's eyes would light up when she watched her dance on stage.
She was always the most enthusiastic participant in any school event.
She enjoyed the feeling of being watched by everyone.
That was her innate pride.
But she could say such things without hesitation for him.
It was definitely worth the pain.
"So, do you enjoy performing on stage?"
The little girl was silent for a while, then leaned her head closer to him and shook her head.
"I don't like it anymore."
Chen Lang couldn't help but smile and take her small hand in his.
That adorable, contradictory expression.
What more could he possibly want?
"But I like it."
"Um?"
Liu Yifei looked up at him, puzzled.
"I love watching you perform on stage like a mother."
"I love watching you dance in a beautiful dress under the spotlight."
"I love watching you sing the songs I wrote and shine on stage."
You were at your most beautiful back then.
Chen Lang's voice was very soft.
"I can accompany you from the corner."
"I'll be cheering you on from the audience and applauding for you."
Liu Yifei listened quietly, her eyes gleaming in the darkness.
"That----"
"You need to keep watching me from the audience."
"I won't sing if you're not here."
There was a hint of stubbornness in her voice.
"it is good."
"Pinky promise."
Liu Yifei extended her little finger.
Chen Lang looked at her delicate pink finger with a sense of helplessness.
"We're already eight years old, are we still pinky swearing?"
Is it childish or not?
No sooner had he finished speaking than Liu Yifei delivered an elbow strike to his stomach.
When she beat Chen Lang, she always used as much force as she could, because she knew she couldn't hurt him.
"Awooo————"
Chen Lang made a couple of exaggerated calls, then obediently extended his little finger and hooked it with hers.
"Okay, okay, pinky promise, pinky promise."
A thumbs-up, a stamp.
"Pinky promise, hang yourself, for a hundred years, no take-backs."
Liu Yifei raised his eyebrows smugly, and a smile finally appeared on his face.
"If we pinky swear, it has to be true."
"If you dare not keep your promise—"
She waved her little fist.
I'll beat you to death.
Chen Lang looked at her domineering demeanor and nodded with a smile.
"Okay, okay."
That night, Liu Yifei did not go downstairs to sleep.
She lay down next to Chen Lang, chattering on and on about all sorts of trivial things that happened at school.
It seemed like they wanted to use this method to make him forget the troubles of the day.
As she was talking, she fell asleep on her own.
Just like countless nights when I was a child.
Even as she fell asleep, she instinctively reached out and tightly embraced Chen Lang.
Chen Lang listened to her even breathing and felt the warmth emanating from her body.
The gloom in my heart has completely dissipated.
He has a family and loved ones who love him.
And then there's this young wife who would give up her own dreams for him.
He already has the best things in the world.
He reached out and gently embraced her.
Goodnight, my whole world.
The next day was National Day.
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Chen Lang and Liu Yifei wanted to sleep in, but Yao Feng woke them up early in the morning.
He brought someone with him today.
The man was in his thirties, impeccably dressed in a suit, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with a constant smile on his face and deep, penetrating eyes.
Yao Feng pulled Chen Lang aside and gave him careful instructions.
"Langlang, this is your Master Hu's nephew, Dr. Li Rui from the Affiliated Hospital of Peking University Medical School."
"I happened to be back in Wuhan for the National Day holiday to visit them."
"We shouldn't shy away from seeing a doctor when we're sick. Would you like Dr. Li to examine you?"
Li Rui had been observing Chen Lang carefully for a while, and nodded and smiled in agreement.
"Don't worry, little one, we'll just have a short chat."
Chen Lang nodded in agreement.
The three of them sat down on the sofa, and Liu Yifei, Liu Xiaoli, and their grandparents all gathered around them.
Li Rui smiled and waved his hand.
"Everyone, let me talk to the child alone. He might feel pressured with so many people around."