A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

Ayinur picked out a few of the best-looking apples, took them outside to wash them clean, and invited everyone to taste them.

He Xiaoxiao took a bite, and her eyes immediately lit up: "So sweet! Are you keeping all these apples for yourself?"

Ayinur smiled and shook her head: "Most of them will be sold, but the innermost box is reserved for my daughter."

He Xiaoxiao asked curiously, "Isn't she home?"

Ayinur pointed to the east, her voice tinged with longing: "She works far away and only comes back once every two or three years. When she was little, she loved eating the apples from this old tree. Every year I would save a box for her, waiting for her to come back for the New Year."

Ma Xiaoya looked into the depths of the cellar: "What if she doesn't come back this year?"

Ayinur wiped her hands and answered naturally, "If she doesn't come back, we'll give it to the neighbor and save some for her next year. The child is busy outside, and she doesn't know when she'll come back. But we can't leave the house unprepared. If she suddenly walks in, we have to let her have a taste of what she remembers from her childhood."

This statement is quite ordinary.

Su Fan lowered his head and smelled the apple in his hand.

The sweet fragrance entered his nostrils and took him back to the orphanage many years ago.

Back then, conditions were tough, and Aunt Liu could only afford to buy some apples during the Lunar New Year.

There were too many children and not enough apples to go around, so she cut each apple into small pieces of similar size, put them in a bowl, and brought them out.

Su Fan could no longer remember what variety those apples were.

But I still remember the smell of apples that filled the room when Aunt Liu lifted the curtain and walked in.

Seeing that he hadn't eaten, Ayinur smiled and asked, "What's wrong? Don't you like it?"

Su Fan snapped out of his reverie, took a bite of the apple, and said with a smile, "I like it, but I suddenly felt homesick."

Ayinur's smile softened even more: "If you miss home, go back and visit. No matter how far the road is, you'll always have to go home."

When leaving the village, Ayinur insisted on giving the production crew a box of apples.

As the car drove along the winter highway, a faint fruity aroma filled the cabin.

Su Fan leaned back in his seat, watching the villages recede into the distance outside the window.

He suddenly realized that people's memories of their hometown do not necessarily come from magnificent scenery.

It could be just a familiar street, the sound of a piano coming from a courtyard, or a box of apples that a mother leaves for her child every year.

The farther you go, the clearer the fragrance becomes.

That evening, Su Fan returned to the hotel and typed three words at the top of a blank document.

"The Scent of Apples".

This song, on Earth, was written, composed, and sung by Lang Ge.

After arranging the lyrics, music, and arrangement of "Apple Fragrance," Su Fan did not intend to sing it herself.

Instead, he gave the sheet music to Yang Yaohui, who had accompanied him on this trip.

Yang Yaohui is Qu Feiming's apprentice and one of the singers who later joined Han Tang Entertainment.

When he first joined the company, he didn't know the relationship between Su Fan and his own sect. Seeing that Su Fan was younger than him, he called him "Junior Brother" so affectionately.

It wasn't until later, after Qu Feiming made the official announcement, that he learned Su Fan was his grandmaster uncle.

The day he learned the truth, Yang Yaohui was devastated.

But after a fierce internal struggle, he quickly came to a conclusion.

As long as you don't feel embarrassed, it's others who will feel embarrassed.

He remained with Han Tang Entertainment after that.

However, every time she saw Su Fan, her address would swing back and forth between "President Su" and "Grandmaster Uncle".

Yang Yaohui was still awake when the door was knocked on.

He opened the door and saw Su Fan standing outside. His expression immediately became somewhat unnatural: "Mr. Su, it's so late, is there something you need?"

Su Fan said, "I'm sending you something; I've sent it to your phone."

Yang Yaohui ushered the person into the room, opened the file on his phone, and saw three words written at the top.

"The Scent of Apples".

Upon seeing the complete lyrics, music, and arrangement below, Yang Yaohui was first taken aback, then suddenly looked up: "A new song?"

Su Fan sat down on the sofa and said casually, "I had some ideas after coming back from the village this afternoon. I just finished working on it. Take a look, and if there are no problems, you can sing this song."

Yang Yaohui pointed to himself, clearly incredulous: "For me?"

Su Fan nodded: "Otherwise, why would I come looking for you so late at night?"

Confirming he hadn't misheard, Yang Yaohui's breathing quickened.

During his time with the production team, he witnessed firsthand the sensation caused by many songs.

Each song brought the singer tremendous attention.

Now, such an opportunity has finally fallen into his lap.

Yang Yaohui suppressed his excitement and carefully looked through the sheet music.

As soon as he saw the beginning, the excitement on his face gradually subsided, and his expression became serious.

The melody of this song is not complicated, and the lyrics do not deliberately pile up fancy words.

But the further you read, the more you can feel the longing hidden in everyday life.

A street, an old courtyard, the sound of a piano, and the lingering scent of apples in my memory.

Those seemingly ordinary things, once placed in a song, acquire the weight of time.

Yang Yaohui hummed along to the melody, then looked up and asked, "President Su, how should this song be handled? Should the emotion be more intense?"

Su Fan shook his head: "You don't need to sing it too bitterly. This song isn't about how much suffering someone has endured outside, but about suddenly remembering home after going too far away."

Yang Yaohui seemed to be deep in thought.

Su Fan stood up and said, "Alright, you can keep studying it. I'm going to sleep."

Yang Yaohui replied, "Don't worry, President Su, I will definitely sing it well."

The moment the door closed, Yang Yaohui's composure vanished.

He looked down at the sheet music in his hand, then paced back and forth in the room a couple of times, becoming more and more excited as he thought about it.

With such a great song in his hands, how could he possibly sleep?

Moreover, he was only responsible for singing; the live accompaniment required other people to cooperate.

Thinking of this, Yang Yaohui took out his phone and sent a message in the Han Tang Entertainment group.

"Is everyone asleep? President Su has come up with a new song, which he may sing tomorrow. Could you all please come to the rehearsal room?"

After the message was sent, the group was silent for about ten seconds.

Jiang Yi was the first to reply: "You call this time tomorrow?"

Little Fatty quickly followed up with, "I just finished catching up on my sleep!"

Everyone else was complaining too.

But despite saying it, his actions betrayed him as he went to the hotel's rehearsal room.

Upon seeing the lyrics and music of "Apple Fragrance," I couldn't hide my envy.

Next, everyone began to study the score and discuss how to rehearse the next day.

But once the research actually began, no one suggested leaving.