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The song "Mohe Dance Hall" was finished.

The chat room was now completely in tears.

[I'm a grown man, and I'm crying my eyes out under the covers, Fang Yu, you need to give me some tissues!]

[These lyrics are so powerful! Evening stars are like your eyes, killing and setting fires... How did they even write this?]

[I never knew Fang Yu was so carefree, always just trying to fool the fairy. I never imagined he harbored such deep feelings.]

This is true creative genius; he turned the story of an ordinary old man into an epic.

I want to go to Mohe, to see that dance hall, and to see the old man dancing there.

Liu Yifei sniffed, her eyes slightly red, and her tone was more serious than ever before.

"Fang Yu, this song is sure to be a nationwide hit."

"It really is so full of life."

Fang Yu casually tossed his guitar onto the kang (a heated brick bed) and shook his head indifferently.

"I don't plan to officially release this song, nor do I plan to record it on an album."

Upon hearing this, Liu Yifei was stunned.

The viewers in the live stream were completely dumbfounded.

[What? Not releasing it? Fang Yu, have you lost your mind?]

[A song of this caliber would absolutely dominate the charts if it were released, and you're saying you won't?]

[This is pure silver! Fang Yu, aren't you the one who loves money the most? You'd be a fool not to make money when it's available!]

【Seriously?! I just cried for ages, and you're telling me I won't be able to hear a lossless version of this song anymore???】

Liu Yifei was so anxious that she moved closer to the person.

"Why?"

"Such a good song, you should let more people hear it."

Fang Yu leaned against the pile of quilts, tilted his head, and thought for a while.

To be honest, he was also a bit conflicted.

If this song is officially released, it can indeed make me a lot of money.

but……

"How so?"

Fang Yu looked out the window at the sea of ​​trees.

"This song, in the end, tells someone else's story."

"The old man's suffering was real, and the devastation of the fire was real."

"If I use this song to chart, make money, or market it, I feel like I'm exploiting that old man's remaining life."

Fang Yu put away his usual playful tone and spoke calmly.

"The myriad sufferings of others are not the boat I use to ferry myself to gold."

"I don't feel quite right about making this money."

Grandpa, who had been silent the whole time, coughed loudly and then nodded at Fang Yu.

"Well done."

"It's immoral to use other people's sad stories to make money."

Fang Yu chuckled.

I thought to myself, Grandpa, your words are much more insightful than my own summary.

Liu Yifei looked at Fang Yu, a strange light flashing in her eyes.

She found herself increasingly unable to understand this man.

You might call him refined, but he'd actually kowtow to himself for a red envelope.

You can call him vulgar, but he can write songs that touch the soul.

Now, faced with such a huge temptation of fame and fortune, he can refuse so casually.

Such clarity of mind is rarer than a giant panda in this superficial world.

She stared intently at Fang Yu's profile for a long time.

It had been so long that Fang Yu couldn't pretend to be blind anymore and could only turn his head to look at her.

"What are you looking at?"

"Does my face have flowers growing on it?"

Liu Yifei snapped out of her daze and immediately turned her head away haughtily.

"Who's looking at you?"

"I'm looking at the wall."

Fang Yu followed her gaze.

On the wall was a poster of a chubby baby that looked quite old; it was put up by Ms. Zhao Guifang when she was pregnant with him.

Fang Yu's sassy nature resurfaced, and he grinned broadly.

"You can't just look at this randomly."

"As the old saying goes, if a pregnant woman looks at pretty babies, she'll likely give birth to a pretty one herself."

"My current stunning good looks are mostly thanks to the prenatal education I received from this painting."

"You're staring at me like that... is there something on your mind?"

Liu Yifei subconsciously touched her flat stomach, then quickly let go as if she had been electrocuted, giving him a big eye roll.

He can even come up with so many outrageous and lewd words from such a flimsy excuse; he can't be serious for a single second!

The somber atmosphere in the live stream was instantly dispelled.

[Fang Yu, can't you be a decent human being?! You were only serious for three minutes!]

[What kind of prenatal education is this? The fairy sister should just roll her eyes at him!]

However, Fang Yu wasn't just talking nonsense; there really is such a saying!

the other side.

Wang Jie, the agent who was far away in Beijing, was staring blankly at her computer screen.

She had already gone through the promotional plan in her mind, and even figured out which music platform to contact.

As a result, Fang Yu's words completely ruined her plan.

In the past, Sister Wang would definitely have jumped up and started cursing.

But now, looking at Fang Yu on the screen with his frivolous expression, she actually felt quite comfortable.

"This kid is actually pretty good."

Sister Wang muttered to herself, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up.

Although we earned a lot less money, it's still worth it no matter how you look at it.

Fang Yu's decision has transcended the value of a hit song.

Meanwhile, Hua Yu's manager, Leo, was looking at Fang Yu on the live stream with an incredulous expression.

"He actually gave up? Does he even know how much commercial value this song has?"

"Why did he give up just because he 'felt uncomfortable'?"

Meanwhile, at the Mohe City Culture and Tourism Bureau.

During his lunch break, Xiao Zhao, the duty officer, stayed in the office scrolling through his phone.

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, the entire building was deserted, and he was the only one guarding it.

Xiao Zhao has been watching Fang Yu's live stream for the past few days.

After all, he's a star who came from Mohe, so there's a sense of pride in him.

He used to enjoy watching fireworks, slaughtering pigs for the New Year, and writing couplets, passing the time while on duty.

As soon as that song started playing, Xiao Zhao sat up straight in his chair.

That song, that story, that fire—

He was born and raised in Mohe, and he knew all too well what that period of history meant.

The story I heard countless times from the older generation when I was a child has been turned into a song by this young man who also grew up on this land.

Xiao Zhao opened his phone and sent a WeChat message to the bureau chief...

……

At this moment, Fang Yu was unaware that someone had designs on him.

He was being pulled outside by his grandfather.

"Alright, stop rambling on about this nonsense inside the house."

Grandpa tucked the pipe into his waistband and waved his hand.

"Yifei hasn't tasted any of the real good stuff from our forest yet."

"Fang Yu, come with me to the storeroom to get some buckets; I'll get you something fresh."

Upon hearing this, Fang Yu's eyes lit up immediately.

"Grandpa, you mean...that thing?"

Grandpa chuckled.

"Of course, we've prepared them all for you."

Liu Yifei followed behind, looking bewildered, still immersed in the lingering charm of the song she had just heard.

She had no idea that what awaited her next was another kind of visual shock.

……

[Author's Note]: The song featured in this chapter is "Mohe Dance Hall," composed by Liu Shuang. In reality, Liu Shuang created this deeply moving piece after obtaining permission from the elderly dancers, and it was accompanied by a long letter titled "Goodbye, Evening Stars." Please read the book rationally and refrain from projecting your own experiences onto the story to praise or criticize one character while criticizing the other!