RMWDS -Chapter 289 Lin Yuan, the Singer-Songwriter

Previously, when Ling Yunxiao had first appeared, his amnesia had caused quite a commotion, and he had even fought Luo Xinglan on the restaurant’s terrace.

Two supreme martial arts masters exchanging blows—it had been an extraordinarily spectacular battle. Many tourists recorded it and uploaded the videos to the Internet.

At the time, Miao Yunyou had announced that it was a special preview event for the restaurant’s grand opening and claimed that the official opening would be in mid-April.

Unexpectedly, she had misjudged the timing. After a few delays, it was pushed back to late April, but the difference wasn’t too great.

Thanks to the earlier publicity and hype, visitors’ anticipation had already reached its peak.

Hearing that over thirty exclusive new dishes had been added and that there would be a mysterious opening performance, many tourists deliberately arrived early and crowded around the entrance to secure good viewing spots.

Others were more practical.

They grabbed tables and ordered food first.

After all, eating well was the top priority.

At exactly twelve noon, the sound of firecrackers exploded on schedule.

The deafening crackling echoed everywhere as countless red paper scraps filled the sky like a shower of scarlet rain.

The nine-story building, constructed entirely in an ancient style, gleamed brilliantly beneath the sun.

Black roof tiles and white walls contrasted with vermilion pillars, while cloud motifs adorned the carved beams and painted rafters.

Rows of large red lanterns hung from the eaves, swaying gently in the breeze.

Countless tourists packed the entrance, constantly snapping photos with their phones.

Camera flashes lit up everywhere.

The atmosphere was as lively as the Lunar New Year.

Amid everyone’s anticipation, Lin Yuan finally appeared on the third-floor terrace.

Her hair was styled in an elegant low bun, with only a silver-gilt pearl hairpin adorning it.

She wore no excessive ornaments, yet her snow-white complexion and picturesque features made her appear exceptionally refined.

At first glance, she looked every bit the noble young lady of a prestigious family.

Large televisions had also been installed throughout the restaurant.

The first-floor hall even featured a massive screen, allowing diners inside to watch the terrace performance clearly.

Everyone eagerly awaited Lin Yuan’s performance.

In front of her sat a guzheng made of purple sandalwood.

She gave a graceful bow to the sea of people below, then elegantly took her seat and gently raised her hand to pluck the strings.

The moment the first note sounded, the bustling restaurant fell completely silent.

Not because people deliberately quieted down.

Rather, everyone unconsciously stopped what they were doing.

They forgot to speak.

Forgot to eat.

Even their breathing became softer.

Lin Yuan’s voice wasn’t intentionally loud, nor did she use any flashy vocal techniques.

It simply drifted down gently and softly.

There was neither sorrow nor joy in her voice.

Only a peaceful tranquility that had been tempered by the passage of time.

Not the weariness of someone weathered by hardships.

But the serenity of someone who had seen mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas, yet still chose to treat the world with kindness.

Her song resembled a slow-flowing stream.

It wound around mountains and passed through valleys, unhurried and calm, flowing into everyone’s hearts.

And little by little, it loosened all the wrinkles and knots buried within them.

When the song ended, the tourists took several moments to recover.

Then thunderous applause erupted.

It continued for a long time.

Some people clapped so hard that their palms turned red.

Others stood up and shouted enthusiastically,

“Another one!”

“That was amazing!”

“Forget everything else, just send her straight to I Am a Singer, okay?”

“I’ve got goosebumps! I’ve never heard such a gentle song before!”

“This is way better than those famous singers! How come I’ve never heard of her before?”

Coincidentally, Miao Yunyou happened to be free.

Holding Yaoyao’s little hand, she wandered around the restaurant, asking customers how they liked the new dishes.

“No complaints—they’re just as delicious as ever!”

“Your head chef is incredible!”

“The food tastes amazing and looks beautiful too! I’ve already taken a bunch of photos for my social media!”

Miao Yunyou laughed.

“Haha, thanks for the publicity!”

Following beside her, Yaoyao sweetly chimed in,

“Thank you, everyone!”

At that moment, a tourist stopped her.

“Boss Miao, what’s the name of the song that beautiful lady just sang? I’ve been searching online and can’t find it anywhere!”

Miao Yunyou proudly lifted her chin, her face overflowing with pride.

“It’s an original song written by one of our own people. It hasn’t been released yet. Pretty impressive, right?”

Yaoyao happily bounced up and down.

“My mommy is super amazing!”

The tourist blinked.

“When are you planning to release the single on music platforms?”

“Uh…”

“I’ll have to look into that.”

This was still an area Miao Yunyou hadn’t explored at all.

The surrounding tourists were instantly shocked.

“She wrote the song herself? That’s incredibly talented!”

“She’s so beautiful, sings so well, and can even compose her own music—and she’s working here as an NPC?”

“Boss Miao really has deep pockets! How much does she pay her employees every month?”

Someone else exclaimed,

“She’s so young, and she already has such a big daughter?”

Miao Yunyou smiled brightly.

“That’s right! Such a cute daughter—isn’t she a blessing?”

Yaoyao was Lin Yuan’s daughter.

Lin Yuan’s life, her past, and the road she had walked—she had never tried to avoid any of it, nor had she ever felt the need to hide it.

She was living happily here now.

And things would only get better in the future.

Amid the laughter and chatter, the second song ended.

The prelude to the third song began.

Lin Yuan’s voice rose slightly, like a feather drifting into the sky, or moonlight breaking through clouds and pouring down in pure clarity.

Just as she reached the highest part of the song, her voice flowing like water throughout the entire restaurant—

Everyone suddenly heard a strange cry.

It was melodious and clear, like jade pieces striking one another, or like the tinkling of spring water.

It intertwined perfectly with Lin Yuan’s singing.

Brighter.

Purer.

And carrying an indescribable holiness and majesty.

It sounded like an echo from ancient times, piercing through a thousand years to reach everyone’s ears with crystal clarity.

The entire venue instantly fell silent.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned toward the outside, their faces filled with confusion and astonishment.

“What was that sound?”

“It sounded like a bird.”

“What kind of bird sings so beautifully? I’ve never heard anything like it!”

“Could it be some rare bird from the mountains?”

Miao Yunyou also stared blankly out the window.

Then she suddenly reacted.

Her heart leaped into her throat.

That was the cry of a phoenix!

Her little phoenix had hatched!