The singing stopped.
The music stopped.
When the live audience was finally able to react, Zhang Ye was already quietly retreating from the stage. All they could see was his receding figure.
In the audience.
A child asked, "Mommy, why are you crying?"
His mother wiped away her tears and said, "Mommy doesn't know either."
The child asked, "Who is that uncle?"
His mother looked in the direction of Zhang Ye's departure. "He was Mommy and Daddy's favorite celebrity in the past."
A wife was wiping her tears away. "Teacher Zhang's got wrinkles on his face."
Her husband made a noise in acknowledgement.
The wife said, "Hubby, have the times changed, or is it us who have changed?"
The husband replied, "Maybe it is everything that has changed."
"B-But I realized that I still like him. Hubby, what about you? Do you still like him?"
The husband did not answer.
