Don't call me a singing god, I just want to go back to doing scientific research.

Meanwhile, in the post-production room of a web series that had just finished filming and was in the process of post-production, the air conditioner was humming slightly. Producer Lin Xia dragged the progress bar back to the chorus of "White Hair" for the third time.

The blue light from the computer screen reflected in her eyes, mirroring the constantly refreshing "Investiture of the Gods" message in the live chat.

Xiao Chen, the stagehand, peeked in from the corner carrying a case of bottled water. Startled by the sudden burst of high-pitched sound, his hand trembled, and the plastic bottles made a crisp sound as they hit the cardboard box.

"This is it!" Lin Xia slammed her hand on the table, making the pen on the tablet bounce.

She grabbed her phone and frantically dialed, her fingernails scratching rapidly across the screen. "Old Wang, contact the copyright holder immediately! Is this the song 'White Hair'? Our web series desperately needs this kind of broken, fatalistic aesthetic!"

The director leaned out from behind the monitor, took off his black-rimmed glasses, and wiped the fog off the lenses: "But this song is too sad. Our story is about mutual redemption..."

Before he could finish speaking, the editor suddenly turned the volume up to the maximum.

Feng Yuxi's slightly hoarse voice echoed in the small space: "The sorrow of parting cannot be severed by the wind—"

An eerie silence fell over the entire room.

"See that?" Lin Xia grabbed the script, the yellowed pages rustling in the air conditioning. "The scene where the female lead jumps off the cliff, and the male lead picks up the jade pendant in the downpour—that scene paired with 'A broken string, no one to play it for'—brings flowing like water!"

She suddenly lowered her voice and pointed her index finger heavily at the "reunion" scene. "What's even more brilliant is that the longing is like stars, deeply etched in the eyes, perfectly suited for the male lead's memories of the female lead. The background music doesn't even need to be changed!"

The songs on the computer are still playing.

Feng Yuxi's emotions build layer by layer, culminating in a powerful explosion at the highest point during the second chorus.

  

"If I grow old and stand alone on a cold river"

Tears fall for a thousand autumns

The sorrow of parting cannot be severed by the wind.

......

If the verses are a suppressed sadness, then the chorus is a desperate cry.

Feng Yuxi's voice carried the tremor of extreme repression from the recording studio, the helplessness of wanting to grasp something but ultimately finding it all in vain, which precisely struck the heart of everyone.

Growing old together should be a beautiful wish: "To find one heart to share, and never be apart until our hair turns white."

But in this song, it becomes the cruelest assumption, the most hurtful rhetorical question.

"If we grow old together," if we can walk to the end together.

But the reality is, "a lone figure on a cold river," I am all alone in the world, facing the icy river, shedding tears of blood for a thousand years.

If I had stopped back then and looked back, would I still be able to see your unparalleled charm?

But there are no "what ifs" anymore.

At that moment, countless listeners felt as if an invisible hand was squeezing their hearts, making even breathing a luxury. Their chests felt as if a huge boulder was pressing down on them, making them feel suffocated.

When the music ended, all was quiet.

The show's director made the final decision: "He's the one. Go contact the producer of this song."

After a dozen seconds of dead silence, the comment section of the music app exploded as if a depth charge had been dropped.

[The person is dead. Don't try to save them. I'm typing this on WiFi at a candle shop.]

I hereby declare that this song should be renamed "Meng Po Soup" (a soup for forgetting past lives). After drinking it, you'll forget everything from your past life, leaving only unbearable pain!

At midnight, I, a muscular man who's 1.8 meters tall, was crying in bed like a three-year-old who'd had his lollipop stolen. My mom rushed in, thinking I'd been possessed!

[Hang in there, bro! I'm a girl and I'm not even this dramatic... Okay, I admit it, my makeup's all ruined before I even had a chance to remove it, I'm too ashamed to show my face! Luo Mu, you owe me my makeup! Feng Yuxi, you owe me my tears!]

Stop crying! Everyone get up and look at the lyrics analysis! These lyrics are absolutely brilliant; I suspect the author, Luo Mu, is a professor of Chinese literature!

Soon, discerning music critics and enthusiasts of traditional Chinese music caught wind of this trend.

A music blogger with millions of followers, known as "Sun's Voice Hunter," quickly posted a long article fifteen minutes after the song was released. The title was simple and blunt, but it carried a bloody undertone.

Title: "White Hair": A "murder weapon" that drowns listeners in despair using tragic aesthetics.

"Hello everyone, I'm Hunter Sun. Put everything down and listen to 'White Hair' right now. Otherwise, you'll regret it."

"The singer, Feng Yuxi, is a name you may never have heard of. He participated in 'Sing, Youth,' and placed tenth. The lyricist and composer, Luo Mu, is a name we are already very familiar with."

"Let's start with the arrangement. This time, Mr. Luo Mu is simply not human, he's a god. The piano forms the foundation, and the bamboo flute is captivating, establishing a melancholic ancient style. But he wasn't satisfied, and he crammed in magnificent strings and heavy drumbeats, elevating a sad love song to the level of an epic tragedy."

"Let's talk about the lyrics again. 'Growing old together' should be the most beautiful promise in the world, but he used it as the most poisonous curse."

The word "if" is like a poisoned knife, shattering all false hope into pieces.

"A Lonely Shadow on a Cold River" alludes to "Fishing Alone on a Snowy River," and "Suddenly Looking Back" subtly alludes to "Where the Lights Are Dim." The entire song's lyrics are magnificent, heart-wrenching, and every word is filled with anguish. You couldn't write such poignant lyrics without having experienced a breakup ten or eight times!

"Finally, and the one that gave me the most goosebumps was Feng Yuxi's performance."

I've listened to and critiqued songs for ten years, and I dare say this level of performance shouldn't come from a newcomer.

That's not a technique; it's a sense of story that seeps out from the very bones.

I even had an absurd thought—would the curtain fall on this newcomer and make him personally experience the life and death separations in the song?

The numbness that follows heart-wrenching pain, the utter despair of losing all hope—it was all so real, so real it terrified me.

"In conclusion: This is not a song, it is a work of art, and a deadly weapon."

The curtain fell, its framework built by his talent; Feng Yuxi sacrificed his entire soul.

I predict that this song will be the biggest surprise and the biggest "shock" in the Chinese music scene this year. And from tonight onwards, you will remember the name Feng Yuxi.

This music review was like a bucket of gasoline poured on top of an already raging fire of public opinion.

[Holy crap! Old Sun has gone mad! The last time he gave such high praise was three years ago when the King of Pop released an album!]

[Method acting?! Holy crap, what happened to this guy? Did he really get dragged off by Mr. Luo Mu to 'experience life'? That sounds so tragic, but... I really want to see it!]

[Teacher Luomu, a master of turning things around, terrifyingly skilled! One Gu Yang, one Feng Yuxi, who's next? Teacher, do you need any accessories? The kind that can walk on their own and won't cause you any trouble!]

The online buzz spiraled out of control, and "White Hair" appeared on the new song charts of major music platforms with overwhelming force, climbing higher and higher in the rankings.