A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

Look closely, the person in front of you is a time traveler.

One second he was performing a concert and accidentally fell off the stage, the next second he was transported to the world of a hero who saved a beautiful woman from drowning.

"Damn! It really is that accident over there that's turned into a story here!"

Su Fan cursed under his breath and dragged the person towards the shore.

Once they reached the shore, people gathered around to thank him: "Thank you so much! Who knows what would have happened to Xiaomeng if it weren't for you. By the way, what's your name?"

Su Fan didn't have time to pay attention to them at this moment. Having just transmigrated, figuring out his own situation was the key. So, he casually said, "Please call me Lei Hong!"

With that, he turned and left, completely ignoring the beautiful woman calling after him, "Comrade Lei Hong, could you leave your contact information? We really need to thank you!"

"No need, I've got a new phone!"

Su Fan turned and left, concealing his achievements and fame.

As he walked, Su Fan began to examine himself.

The body he occupied belonged to an orphan who made a living by following the village's band.

To put it simply, it refers to playing musical instruments and singing at a person's funeral.

"Looks like I'm a musician after all!"

"However, this job seems pretty good; at least there are occasional feasts!"

I just came back from a family's funeral today. I was passing by the river when I saw someone shouting for help. Without thinking, I jumped in.

And then, that was it.

"Why did you have to try to be a hero and save the damsel in distress? Now look what you've done, you've gotten yourself into trouble!"

"Don't worry, now that I'm here, I'll definitely be living the high life!"

Just then, a mechanical voice rang in his mind.

[Ding! Host consciousness awakening detected. Cultural and Entertainment Inheritance System activated!]

[Binding in progress... 10%... 50%... 100%!]

[Binding successful!]

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained permanent access to the "Earth Entertainment Resource Library"!]

[Congratulations, host, you have acquired master-level singing skills!]

[Congratulations, host, on acquiring master-level instrumental performance skills!]

[Congratulations, host, for achieving master-level calligraphy and painting skills!]

……

A series of prompts echoed in my mind.

Su Fan was stunned and pinched himself hard.

"It hurts! It's not a dream!"

He tentatively asked, "System, are all the skills unlocked just like that? No hidden conditions?"

[The purpose of this system is to assist the host in promoting Earth's culture, without any additional conditions.]

"Why not put up some kind of elimination warning, or a lifespan countdown or something?"

[Host, have you been subjected to PUA tactics by those unscrupulous systems?]

"Other people's systems are stingy with the starter pack, and you have to unlock skills by completing tasks. But yours gives you max level with one click and all sorts of buffs. I wouldn't feel at ease unless I got cancer!"

[This is a legitimate system, no gimmicks. Host, please make good use of the resources and promote Earth's culture!]

"This system is incredibly generous!"

Su Fan began to examine this world.

This place is called Blue Star...

(Enough with the preamble, it's all the same premise. For details on how similar they are, please refer to other books or use your imagination.)

The history and civilization trajectory of this world are almost identical to those of Earth.

If there's any difference, it's that history quietly took a small turn starting from the beginning of the 20th century.

Su Fan didn't bother to find out exactly where it turned; after all, this world was both strange and familiar enough to him.

Having clarified his worldview, Su Fan exclaimed, "Isn't this just setting me up to be a plagiarist?!"

Just as Su Fan was lost in his own thoughts, the phone rang.

Looking at the phone that had been submerged in water for almost ten minutes, Su Fan exclaimed, "This knock-off phone is amazing!"

The call was from Aunt Liu at the orphanage.

Su Fan took a deep breath and answered the phone: "Hello, Aunt Liu!"

"Xiao Fan, are you busy? If you're not, come to the courtyard."

"No rush, I'll be right there."

After hanging up the phone, Su Fan began to go through the original owner's memories.

The original owner was an orphan who grew up in an orphanage.

He started learning the craft from the village's old musician when he was in junior high school, and he played music at other people's funerals.

After graduating from high school, he simply went into the profession and became a well-known suona player in the surrounding villages.

He didn't earn much money, but he always donated a portion of it to the orphanage.

It wasn't just him; all the children who left the orphanage, regardless of their success or failure, would send money back to the orphanage every now and then.

"Even though he's struggling himself, he's still thinking of holding an umbrella for others. It seems the original owner of this body was a very loyal and affectionate person!"

"However, this way of making money is still a bit slow. If only I could be like I was in my previous life, casually doing a gig and still be able to provide for everyone around me!"

With that thought in mind, Su Fan arrived at the orphanage.

"Aunt Liu, what's the rush?"

Aunt Liu said, "I heard that the tavern that Xiao Cheng ran in Sichuan Province went out of business. This is some of my savings, as well as the money he sent back over the years. I gave it to him, but he refused to take it. Could you go and give it to him for me?"

As he spoke, he handed a card to Su Fan.

Su Fan looked at the card but didn't take it: "Aunt Liu, keep the money. I'll go buy the tickets in a bit."

"Here, take this. It's good to have money when you're traveling. You kids, how can you go out into the world without money?" Aunt Liu stuffed the card into Su Fan's pocket. "Go and see what's going on with Xiao Cheng. If things really aren't going well, bring him back. Don't care what others say. This will always be your home."

Su Fan's nose started to sting a little as he listened.

In his past life, he had witnessed the coldness and warmth of human relationships and was accustomed to the exchange of interests. He was at a loss for words when faced with this kind of affection that was closer than that of relatives.

Aunt Liu reached out and straightened his collar: "Go on, be careful on the road, and come back soon. I'll be waiting for you for the New Year."

……

Su Fan bought the ticket that day.

It only takes a few hours to get from Shaanxi Province to Sichuan Province.

He opened his phone and found the address that Aunt Liu had sent.

"No. 55 Yulin West Road, Wuhou District... Holy crap, isn't that the little bar at the end of Yulin Road?!"

Following the address, Su Fan quickly found the location.

It was already dark, which should have been the time for nightlife.

But looking through the doors and windows into the tavern, it was completely empty.

Su Fan thought to himself, "If this were on Earth, there would already be a long queue at the entrance at this time, and you'd have to rely on luck to squeeze in. But now... it really is a matter of timing and fate!"

Su Fan pushed open the door and entered.

A man stood behind the bar, head down wiping glasses. Hearing the door open, he didn't even look up: "We're closed today. Find somewhere else next time. This place is closing!"

"Why close down? I think this place has great feng shui!"

The man looked up, startled, and asked, "Xiao Fan, what brings you here?"

Su Fan smiled and said, "Brother Cheng, I came to see you and pick you up to go home for the New Year."

Fang Cheng said with a wry smile, "How could I possibly have the face to go back?"

"Looking at you, you look like you've lost all will to live. Anyone who didn't know better would think you've encountered some insurmountable obstacle."

"Let's not dwell on the unhappy things. Let's have a good drink, brother." With that, Fang Cheng pulled a bottle of liquor from under the counter, grabbed two glasses, and as he poured the drinks, he suddenly asked, "Does Aunt Liu allow you to drink?"

"He allows you to open a bar, so what's wrong with me having a drink?"

Fang Cheng chuckled and pushed his glass towards him: "Alright, drink as much as you want today, I won't complain."

"Brother Cheng, I'm an adult now. Besides, I'm here to drink with you and drown my sorrows!"

The two clinked glasses.

After a few rounds of drinks, Fang Cheng started to talk more.

"Xiao Fan, do you think I'm a complete failure? I'm in my mid-twenties and have accomplished nothing. I finally managed to take over this shop, thinking that the younger brothers and sisters in the courtyard would have a better life in the future. But look what happened, I'm almost sleeping on the streets myself. This is such a slap in the face."

At this moment, Su Fan took out the bank card from his pocket and placed it on the bar counter: "Aunt Liu asked me to give this to you."

Fang Cheng glanced at it and immediately frowned.

Before he could speak, Su Fan continued, "I know you won't want it, but Aunt Liu insisted that I take it, at least to go through the motions."

Fang Cheng, who was about to get angry, immediately lost his temper: "You, you know I don't want it, so why did you take it?"

"This contains her savings, as well as the money you've sent back over the years. Aunt Liu said that if things don't work out, she should go back home; that's where home is."

Fang Cheng didn't say anything. He lowered his head, poured himself a glass of wine, and gulped it down.

Then he poured himself another glass and drank it down.

He didn't pour any more wine for the third glass.

He buried his face in his hands, and his shoulders began to tremble.

Su Fan thought to himself, "It's not a sin for a man to cry!"