A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the local audience changed.

Although the song had only just begun, they heard familiar sounds of life reflected in it.

Ayinur sat under the old apple tree, her eyes gradually filled with a sense of nostalgia.

In her youth, she also lived in a white yurt and listened to people playing the dombra by the river.

Those memories that had long been buried deep in my heart were unexpectedly awakened by a few lines of song.

Thousands of miles away, her daughter sat quietly in front of the television.

Looking at the familiar courtyard and listening to the song's inquiry about her hometown and old friends, she suddenly had a strange feeling.

It's as if the person who has been away from home for many years and is looking for their way back is talking about themselves.

The singing continued.

A simple encounter on an ordinary evening

I foolishly waited until dawn.

The moon bears witness to the feathers on your felt hat.

Kissing the evening breeze, drifting and floating

Ah, it drifted into my heart.

……

At this point in the song, Yang Yaohui's voice became noticeably softer.

The accompaniment also subsided, leaving only the guitar and dombra echoing each other, gradually revealing that night from many years ago to the audience.

There was no earth-shattering encounter, nor any deliberately arranged romance.

On an ordinary night, a young man came to the white felt tent and saw the girl he liked sitting in the moonlight.

The feathers on her felt hat swayed gently in the evening breeze, and he waited foolishly until dawn.

Some feelings are often that simple at the beginning.

At the time, I thought it was just an ordinary encounter.

Looking back many years later, I realized that the moonlit night and the evening breeze had been etched into my heart.

The local elderly people in the courtyard smiled as they listened to the singing.

They, too, had such youthful days.

Back then, there were no telephones, and no messages that could be delivered at any time.

When you like someone, you can only wait at the crossroads, long by the river, and hide the unspoken words in a song sung for them.

Yang Yaohui closed his eyes slightly.

The song drifted out of the courtyard on the evening breeze, taking countless viewers in the live stream back to that peaceful and distant night.

The song has now reached its chorus.

"Can you still hear the sound of a bayan fiddle coming from Six Star Street?"

Has Alexander's bakery started baking rye bread yet?

Nanyuan braised food is a story on the tip of your tongue.

You let the child wander the world...

……

Upon hearing the words "Six Star Street," many local spectators' eyes widened instantly.

The red-billed geese, reeds, and white felt tents in the foreground depict the new province they are familiar with.

At this point, the song suddenly shifts its focus to Yili, to the real streets and alleys of Yining.

Has the sound of the bayan fiddle disappeared?

Is the familiar bakery still open?

Does the taste I remember still taste the same as before?

These questions sound so ordinary, yet they are precisely the things that someone who has been away from their hometown for many years most wants to know.

What travelers truly miss is often not some magnificent building.

It's the streets I walked on as a child, the inconspicuous shop at the alley entrance, and the aroma of bread that wafted out as soon as I opened the door.

There's also a flavor you can only taste when you go back to your hometown.

In the courtyard, Ayinur's smile gradually faded.

When she heard the phrase "a child wandering the world," she naturally thought of her daughter who was far away.

Thousands of miles away, the girl sitting in front of the television could no longer hold back.

Tears fell from my eyes without warning.

When she left Yili, she always felt that she was just going out to make her way in the world for a few years.

But year after year, as the unfamiliar city gradually became familiar, the number of times I went home decreased.

She hadn't been to Six Star Street in a long time and couldn't remember what that bakery looked like now.

But when those familiar names came from the song, she realized that she had never truly forgotten them.

It turns out that the wandering child in the song was herself.

Wild pigeons were flying in the kaleidoscope of my childhood.

This reminds me of my second brother and his beloved slingshot.

The lake-blue courtyard walls are the courtyard of my life.

My mother gave me love there.

"I will never forget it!"

……

The grand landscapes gradually faded into the distance, and the song eventually returned to an ordinary courtyard.

Kaleidoscopes, wild pigeons, slingshots, and that lake-blue courtyard wall—these are all very ordinary things.

But for those who have been away from home for many years, their hometown is made up of these trivial memories.

When I was a child, I thought the yard was very small, and that the outside world was just beyond the wall.

After growing up and traveling to many places, I realized that the small courtyard had become a place I could never truly leave, no matter how far I went.

The live stream camera slowly panned across the scene.

Old wooden boxes were placed under the courtyard wall, and the branches of an old apple tree stretched over the eaves. Ayinur sat under the tree, listening to songs quietly.

Upon hearing the word "Mom," her eyes flickered slightly, and she subconsciously raised her hand to tidy the hair at her temples.

She remembered that when her daughter was little, she also liked to chase wild pigeons in this yard.

Back then, children always felt that the outside world was bigger and couldn't wait to leave their hometown as soon as possible.

Now, she has finally traveled to a very far place.

Ayinur did not stop him, but every year she would save a box of the best apples, waiting for the child who had gone far away to return.

Thousands of miles away, the woman looked at her mother on the screen, her vision blurred with tears.

She suddenly remembered that there were still a few crooked marks left in the corner of the courtyard wall.

That was a record left by her mother when she was a child, after measuring her height.

Over the years, I have seen taller buildings and moved into more spacious houses.

But there will never be another place where someone will wait for her to come home year after year, guarding an old apple tree.

The song continues.

Your name is etched in my heart.

The fragrance of roses in the grasslands and valleys is my song.

I left you when the flowers were in bloom as a child.

Now the past is distant and blurred.

But I can't forget the smell of apples.

……

At this point in the song, the emotions of the entire song finally unfold completely.

Yang Yaohui's voice did not contain heart-wrenching sorrow, but only the overwhelming longing of a wanderer looking back at his hometown.

Time can blur many things.

The appearance of my childhood friends.

The mottled colors on the courtyard wall.

The road I walked on the day I left home.

They will all fade away little by little with the passage of time.

Only a certain familiar taste can be hidden in the deepest part of memory.

You might not think of it on a normal day, but once you smell it again, it will instantly bring you back to the past.

Grasslands, river valleys, and the fragrance of roses together create the vastness and beauty of Yili.

But what truly lingers in the memory of those who travel far away is the apple tree at home.

It was the sweet fragrance that wafted out when my mother opened the cellar.

No matter how many years have passed since I left, there will always be someone who left me that box of apples.

A gentle evening breeze swept through the courtyard.

Ayinur gazed at the old apple tree, her eyes filled with both longing and the unique tranquility of a mother.

Unbeknownst to her, her daughter, far away, was watching her through a screen.