Entering the hall, Su Wanqing felt as if she had entered another world. Her mother once said that "Night Angel" is an angel in the night, with lights and music as its wings, dancing in the laughter of the drunken prostitutes.
In City X, there has never been a place more intoxicating than Night Angel Club.
There were no less than a few hundred people gathered in the hall, and at first glance, most of them were celebrities and nobles. The lights were dim, the music was playing, and her mother was standing on the performance stage.
Ethereal and sad music floated throughout the hall, shocking both the body and mind.
Su Jiuge stood in the center of the stage. There were no gorgeous lights, no splendid silhouette, it was pitch black, with only a light beam shining in the center.
The mother, on the other hand, was wearing a moon-white thousand-layer dress, with her long hair tied high, two strands of curly hair hanging down from her temples, and a camellia flower inserted into her side bun. Her beauty contained amorous feelings, was elegant and extremely enchanting.
Su Wanqing stood at the corner of the stage with a smile on her face, looking at the stage with envy. Mom, she is her pride.
Su Jiuge - the ace singer of "Night Angel", standing on the stage is like Lilith, the night witch, exuding endless charm.
As a daughter and the most loyal fan, Su Wanqing knows deeply that her mother is most beautiful when she sings, especially when she is fully devoted.
Just like right now.
Her voice is so ethereal and high-pitched, reminiscent of the legendary thorn bird.
The thorn bird flies all its life, looking for its own thorn. After finding it, it pierces its chest, and then sings loudly to the end of its life.
"When the heart beats, love and hate are suffering, every minute, every second; the fire is burning, how good it is to burn to ashes, call it missing, don't make a fuss; I believe that I am almost, almost forgetting you, and lonely,
Let’s make peace again…”
Su Wanqing closed her eyes, and the ethereal and high-pitched singing voice penetrated into the depths of her soul. This was one of her mother's favorite songs, "Torture."
She has always believed that the soul of a singer lies in music, and a person without a story cannot sing that purity and emotion.
Su Wanqing has listened to Li Jiawei's original version. She hates the MV video and thinks it's a bit unnecessary. She really feels that her mother's singing is much better than the original version.
The singer of the soul is never artificial.
Su Jiuge was completely forgetful on the stage. She couldn't see the successful men in the audience, couldn't see the excited, rosy eyes, couldn't smell the evil smell of hunting, and all the senses in her body
, all concentrated in the emotion of music.
When the song ended, no one applauded.
In other words, everyone has simply forgotten to applaud.
Su Jiuge left the stage and went directly into the box backstage.
In "Night Angel", a pair of hawk-like eyes penetrated the revolving glass door, following Su Jiuge's leaving back like thorns.
Luo Mingxuan was sitting in the VIP box, opening a bottle of "Xiangbaidan" red wine. The eighty-year-old pure fragrance had already filled the room.
He is smiling, wearing a royal blue suit and a silver-gray tie, with a graceful demeanor.
"His Feng, go and invite the young lady who sang just now." Luo Mingxuan filled two crystal goblets with graceful movements like a nobleman, "Her singing is great, I want to buy her a drink."
The waiter who was called Xi Feng was very surprised: "But boss, the song just now was not very good, no one applauded."
Luo Mingxuan smiled, like the most elegant emperor: "In a nightclub with feasting and feasting, applause means nothing. A stripper will whistle when she stands on stage without performing. Silent listening is the best compliment."