Chapter 132: The Concert

Led by Zhang Yifeng, the three of them followed one after another as they lined up and walked into the orphanage.

Once inside, their eyes were instantly dazzled by people with all sorts of swaying, colorful hair.

There was red hair, yellow hair, blue hair, purple hair, white hair, gray hair…

Short hair, long hair, non-mainstream¹ eye-covering hair, hair pointing straight to the sky…

In addition, there were people wearing hats of various colors and clothes of every hue.

There was even no shortage of young men and women dressed in Hanfu² or as cosplayers.

“Is… is this really an orphanage?” Mother Zhang asked, her face showing obvious shock.

She almost thought she had wandered onto the filming set of some television drama.

“It is the orphanage. Isn’t it written right there at the entrance?”

“Didn’t we see it in those short videos before? They said the city is quite inclusive.”

“They often hold things like anime conventions, Hanfu exhibitions, concerts, and the like.”

“From what I can see, today’s scene looks a lot like what was in those videos,” Father Zhang said as he looked around curiously.

“Look at that person, his hair is so strange,” Mother Zhang whispered, pointing at someone with hair styled like a mountain peak.

“Don’t be making a fuss all day long. People call that ‘non-mainstream’.”

“Right, Fengzi³?” Father Zhang finished speaking and looked toward Zhang Yifeng.

“Mhm, yes, Dad is right!”

“Fengzi, did you dye your hair? It looks a lot more yellow,” Mother Zhang asked after hesitating for a moment.

“Hehe, Mom, it has to be you. You’ve got great eyes.”

Having said that, Zhang Yifeng took off his hat, revealing his newly dyed and chemically straightened yellow hair.

“If this were…”

“This isn’t bad. It looks quite spirited,” Father Zhang said, giving Mother Zhang a small tug and offering a compliment.

“Spirited? How do I see it? This yellow hair doesn’t look as good as black hair,” Mother Zhang frowned slightly.

“Enough, the child is grown. Let him make his own decisions.”

“Let him do whatever he likes.”

“We can’t still be ordering him to listen to us when he’s seventy or eighty years old, can we?”

“He lives in the city now. He sees more than we do and has broader knowledge. He has more of a say than us.”

“If he thinks it doesn’t look good himself, he’ll surely dye it back.”

“As long as Fengzi lives a good life and works hard, let him do whatever he loves,” Father Zhang said.

“I didn’t say he had to dye it back. I just think… yellow makes his skin look darker. It’s not as good as black or purple.”

“Look at that person who just passed by. Those little tufts of colorful hair look so festive,” Mother Zhang noted.

“Mom, you think that looks good? Should I try that next time?” Zhang Yifeng asked tentatively after breathing a sigh of relief in his heart.

“…Ahem, I was just saying.”

When the three of them reached the concert area on the playground, they saw that layer upon layer of people were already standing in front of the high stage.

One good thing, however, was that the position of the high stage had been cleverly constructed.

Besides standing in front of the stage to watch, one could also sit on the nearby spiral staircase and still see the situation on the stage clearly.

Of course, if one’s eyesight was poor, they could only listen to the singing.

After all, it was outdoors, and Lu Qingqiang and the others hadn’t had time to set up large outdoor electronic screens or anything of the sort.

However, she had opened up the wireless network on the playground and set up tripods and live-streaming equipment in the very front row.

If someone truly couldn’t see, they could go online right there and watch on their phones.

The first three rows in front of the high stage were occupied by the children and staff of the orphanage, including the guests she had invited.

Because a lucky draw had been arranged, Lu Qingqiang’s second brother, Lu Jianshen, had someone bring a computer over. After his fingers flew across the keys for a moment, he finished creating a small program for an online lucky draw.

As for the speakers and microphones, they had been donated earlier at a high price by that young master, Zhou Sicong.

While they weren’t top-tier quality, they weren’t bad either.

At the very least, there was no static or noise at all.

Seeing the drum kit, microphones, piano, electric guitar, bass, and keyboard being placed on the stage, everyone’s expectations soared even higher.

When Lu Jianshen, the lead singer, walked out from the back with the other five people and stood on the high stage, a burst of screams and cheers immediately erupted from the crowd.

Handsome!

The outfits and looks of the six of them were incredibly handsome!

Six individuals with vastly different styles, sporting six different hair colors, picked up their respective instruments and flashed their trademark smiles.

Before a single lyric had been sung, they had already set the entire venue ablaze.

The young men and women who loved looking at attractive faces, in particular, were practically mesmerized by the six people on stage.

Translator’s Notes