A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

Su Fan had only been sitting at the bar for a short while when he was surrounded by people.

One person after another came to offer a toast.

Su Fan accepted all offers of water, raised his glass, and said as always, "I'll drink whatever you want, you drink it all."

Fang Cheng watched from the side, trying several times to interject and ask about the Easter egg, but he didn't find an opportunity.

During the event, some girls came over and asked to take photos with them.

Su Fan didn't hesitate and started snapping photos.

At that moment, no one thought there was anything special about it; it was just a young man who had just sung a song taking a photo with someone in a small bar—an ordinary thing.

But how many people envied and were jealous of these photos later is another story.

Su Fan glanced at the clock on the wall.

9:30.

"It's almost time, time for the Easter egg!"

Fang Cheng was stunned. Before he could even open his mouth to ask a question, Su Fan had already squeezed into the crowd and walked towards the stage.

The store fell silent as soon as he stepped onto the stage.

All eyes turned to them.

Su Fan walked to the microphone and, as usual, first said "feed".

Then he said, "Those who have been sitting here until now are true fans!"

Someone below started to jeer: "Absolutely!"

Su Fan said, "Since that's the case, then I can't let everyone down. Without further ado, I'll dedicate this poem, 'Sorrow,' to everyone here!"

After he finished speaking, the store was silent for a second.

Then it was like a pot of boiling water exploded.

"Huh? There are songs too?"

"Wow, is this a concert?"

"Sorrow? I've never heard of that song before?"

……

Some people have already taken out their phones and started searching.

A few seconds later, the man looked up, his face filled with shock: "No! This song isn't on the music app!"

"Another new song?"

"Really?"

"Holy crap, this trip was totally worth it!"

……

The song "Sorrow" was written, composed, and sung by Mao Buyi.

Su Fan brought it out because the song was very fitting for the occasion.

But more importantly, he wanted to dedicate this to those who strive forward in life but often feel powerless.

This naturally includes equations.

He knew better than anyone else Fang Cheng's determination to succeed.

But ideals are lofty, while reality is harsh.

By doing this, he was indirectly guiding the equations.

At this moment, Su Fan stood on the stage, listening to the commotion below. His lips twitched, and he thought to himself, "They're already getting excited? They've only just begun!"

He walked over, picked up the guitar he had just used, and sat back down on the high stool.

As I held the guitar close to my chest, the whispers below gradually subsided.

Fang Cheng stood behind the bar, looking at Su Fan on the stage, and suddenly felt a little dazed.

It feels like having both the welfare lottery in your left hand and the sports lottery in your right, and then winning both at the draw.

Fang Cheng muttered to himself, "Just how many things about this kid are I still unaware of?"

At this moment, Su Fan lowered his head and strummed a few chords.

Very slow, very gentle.

Unlike when he sang "Chengdu" earlier, he didn't chat with people for a few words beforehand, nor did he look up at the audience.

He just kept his head down and played the piano.

Then he spoke.

When you step into this place of joy

Carry all your dreams and aspirations

different face makeup

Nobody remembers what you look like.

……

If "Chengdu" is like telling a story to someone.

So this poem, "Sorrow," is a conversation with oneself.

Someone put down their wine glass.

It wasn't a deliberate letting go; it just happened unconsciously.

After three rounds of drinks, you're in the corner.

Stubbornly singing bitter songs

Listen to it being drowned out by the noise.

You pick up your glass and say to yourself.

……

As he sang this line, he looked up and glanced into the crowd.

That glance swept over those unfamiliar faces, finally settling behind the bar.

It landed on the equation's face.

As Fang Cheng stood there, his hand holding the wine glass suddenly tightened.

He didn't know why it was so tight.

Then the chorus came.

"One cup to the rising sun, one cup to the moonlight"

Awakening my longing, the gentle warmth of the cold window.

So you can fly against the wind without looking back.

"Not afraid of rain in my heart or frost in my eyes"

……

Fang Cheng sniffed, his eyes feeling a little sore.

He remembered many things.

He was seventeen when he left the orphanage.

With the three hundred yuan that Aunt Liu gave him, he took a green train for a day and a night to arrive in this completely unfamiliar city.

At that time, he thought he wanted to make money, a lot of money.

To ensure that all the younger children in the orphanage have enough to eat and wear.

eight years.

I didn't make any money, and I'm too ashamed to go home.

The guilt of not making money is worse than the bitterness.

He lowered his head, staring at the wine glass in his hand, not daring to look at the stage again.

Then he heard the next sentence.

"One cup to my hometown, one cup to the distant land."

The equation broke down immediately.

His hometown—he had been away from that place for too long.

So long ago, sometimes when I woke up in the middle of the night, I couldn't remember what the winter wind in my hometown smelled like.

But he never told anyone.

Because I can't bring myself to say it.

"My kindness has spurred my growth."

Su Fan continued singing, but her voice grew lower and softer.

"Therefore, the road between the north and south is no longer long, and the soul no longer has nowhere to rest."

As the last note faded, the room fell completely silent.

When the song ended, Fang Cheng suddenly realized that his face was wet.

It wasn't just him; many people felt an urge to kneel down.

No one took the lead in applauding.

No one spoke.

After a long while, I don't know who started it, applause rang out.

Su Fan sat on the stage and waited for the applause to subside before standing up.

Before anyone could react, Su Fan said, "Alright, that's enough. We can't sing anymore, or we'll have to charge admission!"

Someone below laughed, the laughter tinged with a nasal tone.

He jumped off the stage, walked through the crowd, and headed towards the bar.

Fang Cheng stood there, watching him walk over, and suddenly didn't know what to say.

The song Su Fan sang earlier is still playing in his head.

Those words seemed to have grown legs, drilling into his heart, so deep that his eyes still sting.

Su Fan walked up to him, picked up his glass of water, and took a swig.

Fang Cheng looked at him, and after a long pause, managed to stammer, "This song... you wrote it too?"

Su Fan replied matter-of-factly, "Otherwise what?"

"But……"

Fang Cheng opened his mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

What he really wanted to say was that such good songs come out of nowhere, and two of them at once, and more importantly, they are sung so well. How can those who are serious about making music bear this?

Seeing his expression, Su Fan suddenly laughed, then said in a particularly irritating tone, "Brother Cheng, you must always believe that wonderful things are about to happen."

In short, it completely baffled the equation.

"You little rascal, you're lecturing me now!"

However, faced with the crowd of customers, Fang Cheng finally smiled helplessly.

It was already 2 a.m. when the guests left.

Su Fan leaned against the bar, his eyelids starting to droop.

But everyone else in the shop was as energetic as if they'd been injected with adrenaline.

Even Uncle Qi hasn't left yet.

The old man had somehow moved to the bar counter, holding a glass of water, and looked quite energetic.

"Young Fan, I never knew you had this skill!"

Su Fan laughed and said, "How about it, Uncle Qi? I told you that my jade wasn't meant for you."

Uncle Qi snorted, took the jade pendant out of his pocket, and handed it to him: "I'm old. This era belongs to you young people."

Su Fan took the jade pendant and hung it back around his neck, saying, "Uncle Qi, don't say you're old. Look around, what old man stays up until 2 a.m. in a bar?"

Uncle Qi glared at him: "I'm not old, I'm just exhausted like a grandson."

Su Fan quickly waved his hand, looking completely innocent: "I didn't say that. Besides, being a grandson is all an act. This is your true nature; you can't fake it."

Uncle Qi was so angry he laughed.

At this moment, Fang Cheng interjected, "Uncle Qi, I'll pay you the rent you owe."

"Let's talk about it tomorrow," Uncle Qi waved his hand.

Fang Cheng said seriously, "How can that be? You promised to give it to me today."

Su Fan casually remarked from the side, "Brother Cheng, let's give it to him during the day. It's so late at night; asking Uncle Qi to carry tens of thousands of yuan around in the dark is like trying to go to the toilet with a lantern."

Fang Cheng quickly apologized: "Yes, yes, I didn't think it through."

Uncle Qi stood up and straightened his clothes: "Alright, it's getting late, I have to go back."

Su Fan joked, "Uncle Qi, it's almost dawn. Why don't you have breakfast before you leave?"

Uncle Qi said irritably, "Get lost!"