Rebirth of the Godly Prodigal

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Jiang Ruoyu felt more at ease as she thought about it. “Let’s see how the song is when it’s completed. These lyrics were quite well written. The mood is very good, although the tune doesn’t have much rhythm. The singing is not very professional too. But it should be completely different from Young Master when Chu Zhongqin sings it.”

Soon, Hong Dali had sung the whole song in the practice hall.

His voice was hoarse and off tune, and he often got stuck at the lyrics. But at least the song was complete.

Chu Zhongqin didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “Young Master, this song, will it work?”

Jiang Ruoyin wanted to ask the same.

Hong Dali said, “Rubbish, it’s not like you don’t know that I sing off tune. Come here, we’ll go through verse by verse. I will adjust it as I listen. Start with the first verse, follow my speed.” As he spoke, he called out, “Sister Cai, get a staff1 member. I don’t know about this stuff. Ask Old Chu to record and adjust himself.”

Chu Zhongqin had no choice but to listen to Hong Dali. “O… Okay…” He had prepared himself to be at the bottom in the next episode. In any case, quickly get the next episode done with so he could find a way to escape. Otherwise, it would be tough for future episodes.

Chu Zhongqin decisively started singing and making notes. “I have loved, and also lost.”

Hong Dali corrected Zhong Chuyin’s speed and tone as he sang. “No, no. You need to speed up when you’re singing ‘also lost.’ The tone should be higher too. Aye, yes, that’s right.”

How should this be put across—a stupid person had his way of doing things. Hong Dali didn’t know how to write scores, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t listen. He could still tell if Chu Zhongqin sang it right or wrong.

As Jiang Ruoyu listened, a voice came from behind. “Sister Jiang, What are you doing?” She turned around and saw Tang Muxin. Jiang Ruoyu quickly shushed. “Shh, Young Master is coaching Mr. Chu’s singing. Let’s listen quietly.”

Tang Muxin was dumbfounded. “Dali? Coaching Chu Zhongqing?! Can he do it? Chu Zhongqin allowed Dali to coach him? Dali’s voice… But then again, Dali did give Sister Nianwei ‘Rolling up the Beaded Curtain.’”

After they listened for a while, Tang Muxin asked, “Will this really work?”

Jiang Ruoyu: “I… I don’t know either…”

Tang Muxin concluded. “If he appears before me now, I promise I won’t kill him!”

Tang Muxin and Jiang Ruoyu were discussing softly outside, but the two continued to experiment the tones inside.

Hong Dali’s voice resounded again. “Sing this word higher, higher, drag on, drag on, up! Up! Ah ah ah ah, yes, just like that. Hmm, let me see, how do we record this score. En, I think I’d better draw lines…”

Tang Muxin: “How does one read the score if there are no lines?”

Jiang Ruoyu: “I’m not sure, either. I suppose… one can…”

The people inside continued to practice, and the people outside continued to discuss. Two hours passed in a flash.

At this time, Hong Dali had more or less conveyed the singing method of the whole song and completed the basic composition of the tune. Hong Dali laughed as he said, “It’s done. We just need some last adjustments. Remember to try singing it once later, to see how it turns out.”

Chu Zhongqin moaned. “Young Master, this song is too difficult. Can I take a break? I’m afraid I will collapse from inadequate vocal capacity.”

Hong Dali chuckled. “Oh. Okay. Take a break, then. I’ll lie down for a while too. As your voice recovers, get something to soothe your throat and vocal cords.”

He added, “Actually, I have another powerful song, a song without lyrics. But I’m afraid you can’t sing it. That song is even more awesome.”

Chu Zhongqin helplessly said, “I better stick to this song. I would like to live for another two years…”

Tang Muxin, who was outside the door, whispered, “What is Hong Dali up to. I don’t find this song so special. Just a lot of howling. But the lyrics are pretty good. Dali is rather talented to be able to write lyrics, hehe.”

“I think the song will actually sound quite good when sang in full…” Although Jiang Ruoyu said that, she didn’t have much confidence. She was sure of one thing, though—Hong Dali was good at creating miracles. Hence, before the results were out, it was best not to underestimate him.

Naturally, Hong Dali couldn’t see how surprised Tang Muxin was or Jiang Ruoyu’s thoughts.

In actual fact, he had never worried that this song would not be able to make it.

On earth, the moment this song appeared on the stage of I Am a Singer, it impacted the entire music industry. In this world, Chu Zhongqin’s voice was not bad, he just needed a little more practice… heh heh…

Done with his preparations, Chu Zhongqin picked up the microphone and deeply glanced at the miraculous Hong Dali. At that moment, he could only give his all.

Young Master has never given anything bad to anyone!

The music started, the piano accompanied by the symphony orchestra. The tone was heavy and the music was melodious.

The familiar prelude played—this was one of Hong Dali’s favorite songs on earth. The tune started gentle, soft, low and charming, then the second chorus spectacularly unfolded.

The lyrics talked about the persistence in achieving one’s dream, the helplessness when facing reality, and the exclamation when finally finding everything. It all related to Hong Dali.

He was deeply attracted to the song from the moment he heard it.

If not for the fact that Hong Dali listened to the song every day when he was on earth, there was no way someone who sang off tune could remember it so clearly.

That’s right. That was the song. The song that had amazed everyone the moment it first came out—Never Left.

Majestic yet emotionally rich, that was the best interpretation of Never Left.

The creation process of this song could be described as innumerable twists and turns. It could also be compared to the brewing of wine, becoming better as it ages, tasting better each time one drinks it. The song’s cadence, turning and waving, soothing yet vehement. In a nutshell, the emotions for this song were overflowing.

The original singer of this song was the enchanted Terry Lin. His voice was full of emotions and sincere. The song and his voice matched beautifully and uniquely together, there was no way anyone else could surpass him.

It was a pity Hong Dali was in this world. He could only find other ways to listen to this song.

Chu Zhongqin, a veteran singer in the music industry—his singing skills were superb, especially his stamina. He didn’t pant or breathe too hard when singing. This was comparable to Terry Lin.

Else, there was no way Hong Dali would him ruin this classic.

Soon, Chu Zhongqin started singing. “I have loved, and also lost.”

The practice room was filled with his charismatic voice. In an instant, Tang Muxin and Jiang Ruoyu, who were outside the door, were completely absorbed into the song. It was as though they had returned to some part of their memories.

Tang Muxin was dumbfounded.

Jiang Ruoyu was stunned.

They were both in disbelief, and their mouths were slightly agape. This was the song that the tone-deaf Hong Dali wrote?

Jiang Ruoyu was not very popular, but she had grown up in others’ praises for her voice. She knew very early that her future was different from others. Her dream was to become a singer, a queen in the music industry.

She had indeed been working hard. But she realized today, that music, at many times, had no limit.

Hong Dali’s voice was hoarse and off tune. But who would have thought that the song he wrote could create such a deep impact!?

Jiang Ruoyu was stirred.

She had come out of curiosity and didn’t expect to have such a great takeaway.

Even songs composed by the famous composers in the current music scene were not able to create such a stir. Moreover, the person who wrote this song was a contestant who sang off tune.

As she was getting emotional, Chu Zhongqin achieved the best singing condition.

“Suddenly I looked back, I found you waiting for me. You were always there.”

Tang Muxin was completely astonished.

She had only listened to parts of the lyrics before and didn’t feel much about them. But at that moment, hearing Chu Zhongqin beautifully interpret the song, she was totally amazed.

She suddenly realized that the prodigal son that she had been hanging out with had changed. She actually felt envious of Hong Dali and his talent. It was hard to describe how she felt. A bit of jealousy, and a little bit of sweetness. It was as though something had nudged her heart, and the figure was becoming clear in her mind. The shadow was engraved in her mind was not easily wiped off.

She stood for a while longer in the strangely silent practice room.

A familiar voice resounded. “Aye, Ruoyu, Xinxin, what are you two doing here?”

As they came to their senses, Tang Muxin was welcomed with Hong Dali’s smiling face.

Only his eyes were bright like the stars.

Tang Muxin approached Hong Dali and held his hand, coyly saying, “Hehe, Dali, this song that you wrote is very nice. Can you tell me what it’s called?”

Hong Dali held her in response. “The name of the song? Never Left. How is it? Good?”

Tang Muxin didn’t hold back her praise. “Very good! This is the nicest song I’ve heard in my whole life!”

Wasn’t that obvious? The songs in this world were rather bad…

Chu Zhongqin and Jiang Ruoyu were in awe and had a new-found respect for Hong Dali. They were both humble, especially Chu Zhongqin. His gaze was soft and gentle, just like a bride looking at her newly wedded husband. Those who didn’t know better would have thought he was gay…