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Stranger, I also bless you

May you have a bright future

May your lover be married

May you be happy in this world

I just want to face the sea and the spring flowers are blooming

......

This poem, with its simple, clear, and refreshing language, sings of a poet's sincerity and kindness.

At least at this moment, when all netizens heard Xu Fan's poetic words, everyone was slightly stunned. They could feel that Xu Fan wanted to be "a happy person" and was willing to tell everyone about "the lightning of happiness." Even strangers would sincerely wish him "happiness in this world."

In an instant, many people felt a deep connection to the poem, experiencing a genuine understanding of its essence. It was a poet's imagined world, where everything was fresh, lovely, and full of life and vitality, with positive and uplifting emotions emanating from the lines.

The feeling was truly perfect. At first glance, the poem expresses sincere wishes for people in a simple and joyful way. Everyone was deeply moved by that feeling. You have to admit that after Xu Fan finished reciting it so simply, the netizens' appreciation for the poem instantly increased.

In fact, when Xu Fan first read this poem, he was also deeply moved by it. The sea is the core image in the author's poem. It is vast and boundless, refreshing and full of life. It is a land of peace, a land of struggle, and a land of ideals.

You could even say that the sea is where he can find true happiness.

Facing the sea, with spring flowers in bloom, is a mirage, yet it is a bright and beautiful feeling of happiness that the author can experience.

Today, Xu Fan brought this poem, which was brought from another world to this world, and told everyone about it by reciting it to everyone in his live broadcast room.

For many, this poem is written by Xu Fan, and the poem that An from Zhenhai District is naturally written by Xu Fan is so perfect. The simple words are combined to form such a beautiful poem.

It's truly astonishing.

(End of this chapter)

===Chapter 932 Facing the Sea, with Spring Blossoms===

Before this, Xu Fan's reputation was mostly based on his singing. From his very first song, almost every song he sang was a classic, and each song brought surprises to everyone. More importantly, each song represented a completely different meaning and emotion.

However, Xu Fan gradually became a figure of faith for various others. This was because Xu Fan not only sang well, but also had many other works, such as television films, acting skills, and even directorial works. When this news emerged, everyone realized that Xu Fan was not just a simple singer, nor just a great singer; he also possessed exceptional directing abilities. His directorial works, such as *The Old Man and the Sea* and *Dying to Survive*, had a significant impact on the Chinese film industry. For most people, these two films were considered masterpieces, works that countless filmmakers dreamed of achieving but failed to reach. Therefore, Xu Fan's abilities were recognized from the beginning. After that, Xu Fan's *The Old Man and the Sea* won the Mao Dun Literature Prize again, which was even more astonishing to most people. The entire internet was shocked and speechless at the news. However, today Xu Fan told everyone that he is not just a child who sat up, nor just an online author, or even a realist author, but also a poet. At least, his simple poem "Facing the Sea, with Spring Blossoms" was truly astonishing. Everyone was deeply moved by the poem, because they felt a different kind of emotion from the depths of their hearts.

In China, there is a word called "vision," which expresses a person's expectations for the future, their feelings and hopes for the future, and their blessings for strangers. It is entrusting good or particularly beautiful things, such as light, to others. However, when people discuss this poem by Yi Long, they will find that the content contained in this poem is so sunny, yet so sad. The words "sunshine" and "sadness" should not be compatible or should not be together. Sunshine should face cheerfulness, not sadness, and sadness should face the deep night. But at this moment, in everyone's heart, the evaluation of this poem is that it is sunny yet sad.

Relationships between people are often very simple and pure, but they always encounter some special helplessness. Two people may separate because of some mistakes. In any case, the final result must be to make amends. Regarding food and vegetables, the four lines he wrote to the stranger were sincere wishes. Perhaps the simple lyrics in Xu Fan's poem, "Although I can't get there, I still hope you are happy, and I hope my misfortune will not befall you," are just this kind of innocent kindness. However, when everyone in reality is moved by this poem, they are even more shocked in their hearts. This poem is interpreted by some as something fresh and warm, because the sunshine and the feeling of spring flowers are indeed different.

Suddenly, more and more people were moved, with all sorts of thoughts. This was especially true after Xu Fan recited the poem. Many people began to carefully consider the poem they liked. It seemed that the poem reflected a kind of bleeding pain and despair. It was a cry from the soul that could only be uttered after experiencing great suffering in life. Could this express Xu Fan's longing for happiness? However, many people believe that Xu Fan himself is already happy enough. At this point, many people think that Xu Fan is singing this poem from the perspective of certain people, or from a specific direction, writing this poem from the perspective of a certain group of people, because this kind of happiness is something he cannot obtain and is impossible to obtain. Perhaps this is what many people hope for: the happiness he wishes for in the world. People can understand this feeling. An idealistic poet, he loves poets, but he doesn't love specific people. His love is metaphysical, because he loves and blesses poets, and also because he cannot obtain this kind of happiness. In this poem, Xu Fan simply faces the sea with spring flowers blooming, a house that makes people feel very happy. But this house is the ideal of his poetry, and this house is also his ideal of life. In the end, he says he only wishes to face the sea with spring flowers blooming, which shows that he ultimately chose self-imprisonment. Perhaps this is the poet's own thought. No one knows what Xu Fan was thinking when he wrote this poem, but they can all feel the despair and helplessness deep in the author's heart from the poem.

In fact, Xu Fan had never read a poem so intently before. Deep in his mind, he loved this poem immensely. He was captivated the first time he read it, and afterwards, he read countless stories about the original author. Through the system, he read each of the author's poems again and again. He discovered he deeply admired this author, the one who committed suicide by lying on the train tracks. He truly loved children, and he admired someone who truly stood at the pinnacle of Romanticism. That's why Xu Fan told everyone that he would share this poem with them at a later time. He was simply using his own name to share all the poems of that great poet from this world, or perhaps another world, with everyone in this world who hoped... He hoped that people could hear different feelings and experiences from this poem. He hoped that everyone in reality could be as great as the poet, as strong and independent as her. He hoped to share this poem, not just this one, but many more poems. At this moment, this poem was just a simple poem. But the instant everyone heard Xu Fan's voice and listened to the poem, all sorts of messages and comments flooded the live stream. Everyone was expressing their opinions, and all sorts of messages kept appearing. At this moment, deep in everyone's hearts, they were discussing what kind of poem "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms" really was. Everyone had their own thoughts, and at this moment, everyone's thoughts were so sincere.

"This poem expresses a love for life, a style of everything being beautiful and warm, thus providing a poetic model for interpersonal issues in this era. This warmth is truly meaningful, and I think that's what Fan Ge felt when he wrote this poem."

"No, I don't think so. I think this poem should have something more important. It's a tragedy, a kind of cynicism and misanthropy. Because this feeling is in the spiritual world. In the future, pure happiness is unrealistic. Maybe I will exist in the future. Maybe it's pessimistic, but maybe it's very good."

"Actually, our discussion is meaningless, and there is no right or wrong. Everyone has their own thoughts. I believe in Fan Ge's deepest thoughts. Because our thoughts are different from others, this is an elegy for the self-isolated, a helpless sigh from someone who has lost faith in life, a lonely and sorrowful voice wrapped in layers of words. Perhaps this is a poem written by Fan Ge from another person's perspective, not by Fan Ge himself, or perhaps his mood is just this heavy at this moment."

I don't know what happened to Fan Ge, but I know he just came out of the disaster area not long ago. He went through life and death. Perhaps this poem was inspired by the feelings of someone who has already died. I think we should all live bravely, facing the sea with spring flowers blooming.

"Yes, whether it's warm or world-weary, whatever else, at least in my opinion, this poem is a special love poem. It's a kind of poem that makes people feel both strange and familiar. It's a blessing for love, for reality, and for strangers. I think Brother Fan must also have this kind of blessing in mind, right?"

"Fate is always so strange. I have to admit that at this moment I am deeply attracted to Fan Ge. Whether it is Fan Ge's previous songs or those of Fan Ge, I have really listened to and watched every work and every song of Fan Ge. But when I heard this poem today, I suddenly realized that there really is a genius in this world, Fan Ge. You are him."

"It's truly enviable how many of Fan Ge's works are so perfect. People used to lie on the high stacks of grain and laugh as they harvested in April. Perhaps that's what I mean by Fan Ge's poetry being simple and generous. Even if there's only one poem, I believe he has a great many works, but we've only heard this one."

"Before this, I had heard many kinds of poetry, which were attitudes towards life. They contained life, hope, darkness and despair, beauty and ugliness, vulgarity and evil. But attitudes are incompatible. In other words, if you can't read a single line of what someone calls poetry and you can't feel any emotion, then it definitely has no attitude. Or rather, Fan Ge's poem made me feel something different."

"Brother Fan, if possible, we'd like to hear more poems, because I know you've written classical poems before. This modern poem is truly stunning, and I hope you can continue in this direction in the future."

Neither Xu Fan nor Zhao Feiyang expected the online discussion to be so intense. The poem "Spring Blossoms, Facing the Sea, Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms" is truly breathtaking. Even Xu Fan himself didn't anticipate such a powerful emotional response. Although he knew he was deeply moved when he first read the poem, he still didn't expect it to hold such weight in everyone's hearts and be so impactful.

An attitude arising from understanding, or rather, a serious view of poetry, can create an illusion. This is like an actor performing someone else's story, or a costumed actor whose movements and expressions are technically manipulated—it will inevitably lack something. Different people will certainly have completely different attitudes and thoughts about the same sentence, which is perfectly acceptable, because most people have their own ideas. It's said that a book has countless readers, and with countless readers come countless stories, and countless protagonists with changing appearances and emotions. From this, we can see that the meaning expressed in Xu Fan's poem is never just one person's meaning; rather, each person has their own deep-seated understanding and thoughts about the poem.

Starting tomorrow, I will be a happy person. Such pure, straightforward, and simple words immediately make one feel that this poem is unique. Yet, it also seems like anyone could write such a poem—feeding horses, chopping wood, traveling the world, writing ten words like that. All the little stars here commit disgusting mistakes, make poisonous oaths. We must not take it out of context, nor understand it using everyday language, nor interpret it presumptuously. First, we must consider the author's impression. Second, we must consider whether there are metaphors, especially in sentences that seem contradictory in everyday language. Do you think feeding horses and chopping wood are related? If they are, what does that have to do with traveling the world? Wouldn't it be better to replace it with the state of herding sheep and returning home? Therefore, when everyone discusses this poem, they will discover that it is actually a poem about taking dreams as horses.

The poetry here uses extremely simple words, but it evokes a different feeling. The so-called Weimar here is actually more of a poetry. The horse is a spiritual horse, meant to be fed by fire. It is the spiritual world created by the confidence deep in the hearts of all people in the world and the power of our courage to move forward.

Starting tomorrow, I will care about food and vegetables, but today I know that food and vegetables have a different meaning. Perhaps this is the feeling that such a simple lyric or poem gives people. The feeling that flows from such simple words as "I have a house, facing the sea, with spring flowers blooming" is an ideal place in history, not a worldly property. This house is no longer a static house that people just build and live in, but a kind of psychological comfort, a place of refuge after divorce. So when everyone really reads this poem, they will find that this poem is really very artistic.

Facing the sea, with spring flowers in bloom, starting tomorrow, I will write to every relative, telling them of my happiness. Everyone's happiness is not synchronized. There may be relatives, but not commonalities, and not a single happiness, because we don't know when tomorrow will come. Because I am not happy, even if I have relatives, there is no need to write to them, because my so-called happiness is incompatible with theirs. Even if we write to them, they may not understand.

At this moment, when most people seriously consider this poem, they discover that it expresses many more unique meanings.

(End of this chapter)

===Chapter 933 New Poems===

Xu Fan's poem gradually ended amidst the murmurs of the crowd. He stopped reciting, and he stopped memorizing. The deep affection he held for this poem was incomprehensible to others, because for most, the song was written by Xu Fan. But Xu Fan himself knew very well that this poem did not belong to him. It was written by a true master poet from another world. He was filled with admiration and respect for that master, because he truly loved that master's poetry, whether it was about villages or prayers, whether it was about facing the sea, spring blossoms, or other beautiful modern poems. He loved them all from the bottom of his heart. It was precisely because of this love that, when he prepared to share the poetry of another world with this world, his first thought was... The first thing that came to mind for that great master was all his poems, so he chose them without hesitation, wanting to recite them one by one so that more people could hear them. At this point, both Zhao Feiyang at the scene and the various fans and readers in the online live stream were expressing their opinions and thoughts. Deep down, they probably shared similar feelings with Xu Fan, because they all thought it was truly wonderful to listen to. Various discussions and messages arose one after another. Meanwhile, Zhao Feiyang stood silently in the back, equally shocked. In his memory, his good friend Xu Fan had always been a diligent and studious student, but he also knew that Xu Fan's family was not well-off and he didn't have much time to learn musical instruments. But as it turns out, Xu Fan at this moment is not only exceptionally talented in singing, but also irreplaceable in film directing and acting. He discovered that Xu Fan's poetry writing ability is now ridiculously strong. He has more than once suspected, or rather, felt that his good brother Xu Fan is not the brother he once knew, but a completely different person, or at least a different soul. However, he has no evidence and can only think to himself that everything is the same as before, except that Xu Fan is now smarter and more outstanding than ever. Because their relationship, whether before or after the change, remains as good as ever. At this moment, although he is shocked, confused, and deeply moved, he still says nothing, simply standing there silently, being influenced by Xu Fan, or rather, by all of them. He encouraged everyone with his thoughts, and then Xu Fan looked at the blank screens on the live stream, glancing at everyone in the room. He continued, "I believe you've all seen that I'm not just a singer, nor just a novelist; I also write poetry. On this occasion, during this live stream, I hope to bring you more of my work. So tonight, I won't sing; instead, I'll recite one of my favorite poems. I hope you'll enjoy it, and I hope you'll appreciate it. I'm not just Xu Fan; I'm also a writer, a singer, a jungler, and an actor. I have countless roles and identities, but ultimately, I am Xu Fan. Thank you for your support and understanding; thank you for being here."

After Xu Fan said that, the live stream chat exploded with all sorts of messages. The more he discussed how to counter this lesson, the higher the quality of his work became. More importantly, most people were still enjoying the beauty of spring, and there was a constant stream of comments and opinions, especially when Xu Fan said he wouldn't sing that night but would recite one of his favorite poems. Everyone knew that the poem Xu Fan liked was one he had written himself, or perhaps one he hadn't. Even if deep down Xu Fan knew it was a poem he truly loved, not one he had written, it was still... For most netizens, fans, or music lovers, deep down they don't have those kinds of feelings, because they feel that all of these works are entirely Xu Fan's. So, what they're naturally looking forward to is what Xu Fan's next poem will be like. Everyone is anticipating it, but one thing must be acknowledged: when he said that, Zhao Feiyang, who was present, was slightly taken aback, then suddenly understood. It turns out that Xu Fan had already planned for tonight, and it's clear from the poem "The Sea is Warm and Flowers are Blooming" that Xu Fan's realistic writing ability is strong, and his quality is high. Everyone is anticipating it. Everyone was curious, and for netizens and readers with various online streaming experiences, this was the first time they had seen something like this—eating. For those readers, they finally understood that Xu Fan was actually walking around in the room. They realized that he wasn't just good at writing novels and stories; more importantly, every poem he wrote was so excellent, so unbelievable. Then there were Xu Fan's allergies, and the fans' love for him was based on music and stories, but even more importantly, on music. For those fans, music was something they listened to every day, and more importantly, Xu Fan's songs were something they never missed. Good music always attracts countless people to continue listening. Obviously, there are many, many songs that people like. In this situation, more people will naturally listen to their favorite songs. So when Xu Fan said this, everyone was watching the live stream on YiLong or looking forward to it. At this moment, Xu Fan in the live stream didn't think too much. For him, Jiang Yishu reciting a poem was something to be happy about. So he would naturally do his part in the recitation and would seriously try to express the meaning behind every word and every character. This was his truest thought.

The eccentric gaze calmly met the camera's, then turned to the expert: "I've forgotten how long it's been since I last read this poem, but when I thought of it again, I felt a strange emotion. I really like this poem, and I hope it can make more people like me, or rather, like my poetry. The title of this poem is 'I Request - Rain'."

What's simple is that Yi Nuo slightly surprised Zhao Feiyan at the scene, who didn't understand the meaning of the poem's title. Everyone in the live broadcast room was also stunned, because such a simple title was somewhat unbelievable. Back then, facing the sea with spring flowers blooming, one could feel a sense of the final destination from the title, that is, facing the sea with spring flowers blooming. Regardless of whether one has such a house, one hopes to have such a house where one can see the sunshine, see the sea, see boundless hope, and see everything. However, the second poem that Xu Fan read was so different. "I request rain" is something most people encounter, and for people in the south, they often see the drizzling rain falling. But Xu Fan's title was "I request rain," although no one knew what the meaning of these four words was. But for most people, the most important meaning of these four words is "I request, I request," which carries a strange sadness and a special kind of request, or rather, a feeling of inferiority. However, when Shi Fang uttered the title of the poem, everyone fell silent, waiting for Xu Fan to begin his recitation of the poem. At least for this moment, everyone was quiet, even the speed of the live stream chat messages instantly decreased. At this moment, Xu Fan didn't have many thoughts. He looked at the camera seriously as always and began to read the beautiful poem.

……

I beg you to extinguish the light of my body, the light of my lover, and the sunlight. I beg for rain. I beg to die in the night. I beg you to meet the person who buried me in the morning.

……

What beautiful words! What heartbreaking sentiments! The moment you begin to sing or read the very first line of this poem, you are instinctively overcome with sadness. "When my lover abandoned me, the world, like a sick body, lost its warmth; everything turned to cold, hard metal. I no longer believe in love, I no longer believe in you. I only wish that the world could perish with me at this moment." This is the subconscious thought deep within everyone who hears and enjoys reading this poem. That thought echoes and reverberates in the depths of the mind. Everyone understands clearly what happened and what lies behind it—something no one can fully articulate. But essentially, the poem's seemingly simple truth carries a profound and complex meaning. The beauty of the ordinary, for example, at this moment, it seems that I am pleading for rain, but in reality, it is a kind of hope, an expectation, a hope that heaven and earth will send down a heavy rain, just like my tears that I cannot stop flowing down. Deep in my heart is such despair. At this moment, everyone seems to be able to feel the thoughts in the heart of this old man through Xu Fan's old tree and through the words of those poems. No one knows why Xu Fan would write such a sad poem. He must know clearly that when he reads it to everyone in the classroom, everyone will put this poem into a certain role and write down the involuntary lament in their hearts. In fact, we all understand that the world is an endless drizzle, and the sadness is utterly exhausted, all shrouded in this desolate autumn rain.

Deep down, everyone imagines these things. For example, they yearn for you, even if only a sliver of pity remains. Sometimes they even wonder, if one day you see my body, dried up from weeping for you, will you shed a tear of sympathy for me, even just a single drop? Putting all that aside, when everyone listened to Xu Fan read this poem, the feeling deep within their hearts was truly profound. The endless, sorrowful years seemed like a knife, constantly slicing through each person. More importantly, the endless, scattered dust between heaven and earth remained forever in their hearts. Even if the autumn rain washes away my white bones, how can it wash away the depths of my soul?

The sorrow in my heart, even though the world and everything has returned to normal, even though everyone in this world has different emotions and feelings towards me, all I ask for is rain, all I ask is that those who should leave leave and those who should return return. So, when Xu Fan is reading, many people are quiet, uneasy, and anxious deep down. It's a clash of emotions and a helpless resignation. So at this moment, Xu Fan is still reading poetry seriously, while all the other listeners and fans are listening attentively.

……

In the boundless autumn of time's dust, I beg for a rain to cleanse my bones. I close my eyes and plead for rain, and then all the mistakes, joys, and sorrows of my life are washed away.

……

When Xu Fan began reading this poem, when all those deeply contemplating it, I felt a nameless sorrow. It was a sorrow like autumn rain, unadorned and without any embellishment, simple and direct. It was a pain that penetrated directly into heaven and earth and into the soul, or rather, a sorrow that made one unable to bear watching the tragic world, as if someone was trying to close their eyes, but the image of the beloved girl kept appearing in the depths of their mind, their heart surging. Sometimes, despair would accompany them for life, and loving you would be the biggest mistake of their life. This was when everyone seriously pondered... When Xu Fan read the poem aloud, everyone had their own thoughts and feelings. At least when facing life and death, separation and unity, everyone had their own most sincere thoughts and unbelievable, unchangeable things deep in their hearts. The fish is a life of mistakes and joys and sorrows. These two simple sentences made the person at the scene feel that the poem was perfect to the extreme. And these two simple sentences also filled the hearts of everyone on the Internet with all kinds of thoughts. At least from this moment on, everyone had a different attitude towards Xu Fan.

Because in their view, Xu Fan's excellence is no longer limited to singing or making movies; his abilities have truly reached the pinnacle of all-around talent. For example, the two poems he recited tonight were both so wonderful.

Everyone was deeply moved by Xu Fan's two poems tonight, and the comments section was filled with messages.

(End of this chapter)

===Chapter 934 A New Story===

In fact, for most people, they have a special feeling and the most sincere emotion about each poem that Xu Fan read tonight.

Tonight, Xu Fan has become a great poet. At least for this moment, as everyone seriously ponders the poems sung or read aloud tonight, their deepest hopes and expectations for Xu Fan have deepened. This is because their greatest recognition of Xu Fan is that he is simply a singer, a singer who genuinely loves making movies but also loves singing. Of course, for some, Xu Fan is more than just a singer; it's because of his online works, such as *Ghost Blows Out the Light* or *Tomb Raider*, which reached the pinnacle of the tomb raiding genre. His work, *The Old Man and the Sea*, even won the Mao Dun Literature Prize. From these aspects, they all clearly understand that Xu Fan's personal ability and literary talent are very strong. However, even so, he... Those animals never imagined that their beloved, respected, and admired singer and author would be recognized for being such an outstanding poet. So, when they realized Xu Fan was a poet, and heard him recite two poems they liked—"Spring Blossoms" and "I Ask for Rain"—their admiration for him was boundless. Everyone felt utterly awestruck, at least at that moment. "I Ask for Rain" particularly resonated with many, making them unconsciously fond of the poem. From the very first stanza, the poem's uniqueness is immediately apparent: he asks to extinguish the light within himself, as well as the light of his lover and the sunlight. Why extinguish these lights? Everyone has their own answer. Do photons represent hope? That's everyone's understanding, because sunlight itself is hope, because sunlight itself is upright and honest. But can't the light of a lover and the sunlight warm his heart? Was his heart already cold, or perhaps already broken? The third line, "I beg the rain to let me be," and the following two lines, "I beg to die in the night," seem unrelated. Many people are actually puzzled, or rather, when they ponder these words, they subconsciously think that perhaps the next is always associated with death. When this thought arises deep in everyone's heart, we find that here, whenever someone dies, it always rains; even a sunny day will immediately change. Perhaps only death can make the rain fall. Perhaps this is the roundness of tears. Weariness is rain, and rain is tears. But in the second poem, does this woman have any importance to him? Otherwise, why would he ask you to meet the person who buried him? Such a simple dialogue, or such a simple poem, truly resonates with everyone. What connection do you have with the person who buried him? What kind of conversation did you have? I think perhaps it could be that you would be very sad. It is precisely because of this, or rather, because you would be very sad, that he hopes you will only learn of his death the next morning, and by then he will have already been buried. After being buried, everything disappears from his body, and he leaves this world. Then I will never see your sorrow again. Everything disappears, and then the good and bad of this world will no longer have any connection. When the words in the third section describe the boundless dust of time, it shows the author's verification of him, or rather, the author's verification of this city. Many people cannot understand deep down why Xu Fan, the sunny and happy boy in their hearts, would write such a thing at this moment. There are poems that express weariness with the world, yet many clearly understand that Xu Fan might not be in that state at this moment. Rather, Xu Fan is standing among a certain group of people, writing this poem from their perspective. He hopes that rain will help him, that the rain will cleanse him, wash away everything. This thought shaped Xu Fan. In the final section, he reflects on his life, on everything in it. The rain witnessed his mistakes and his righteousness, his joys and sorrows. Therefore, he directly uses the simple words "mistakes" and "joys and sorrows" to express his feelings, yet it resonates deeply with everyone. Bai's poem, though titled "I Request," seems perfectly acceptable, yet its content exudes a strong sense of death. His active request for death suggests he can no longer tolerate the city's inhabitants, that much of the world he sees disgusts him, and that he hopes his body can be freed from its filth after death. He hopes that all the world's filth and disorder can vanish completely with a rain, leaving no trace. Even years later, when his bones remain, he hopes for a rain to cleanse them, to erase all his sorrow, pain, and suffering, and to make the filthy world seem cleaner. Perhaps this is his deepest, most genuine thought, and perhaps this is the true meaning behind Xu Fan's poem written from a particular perspective. This is the deepest, most genuine thought in most people's hearts. In fact, when Xu Fan read this poem, he felt the same way. He was filled with unease about the world's filth, or rather, about everything in it, because he didn't know right from wrong, because he didn't know the answer he was desperately seeking. Whether the case will ultimately yield a final result, when he first read the poem "Facing the Sea, with Spring Blossoms" by the great master who brought peace to the world, he felt what hope was, what it meant that everything in the future might become beautiful, might become like spring blossoms. When he read another poem by that great master, "I Ask for Rain," his thoughts wandered through countless villages. When he learned that in that world, that great poet ultimately died by lying on the railway tracks, his heart was deeply disturbed. He didn't know what kind of experiences that great master, or rather, that great god, had gone through to become even more beautiful. Deep down, he felt a truly wonderful connection to this.

Perhaps it was because he admired that poet that when he recited the poem before this one, although his heart was at peace, every line of his poetry was recited with such seriousness. Each line carried a special emotion, moving everyone who heard it and could recite it, allowing them to feel something special.

After the two poems were recited, the number of viewers in the live stream reached 100,000. At that moment, not only did the network explode, but Douyin officials also immediately promoted it. They knew that Xu Fan's live streams were different from previous ones, and more importantly, they were well aware that Xu Fan's personal abilities and influence were very strong. Therefore, Douyin officials and staff began to urgently adjust the backend servers, because they did not know what kind of results Xu Fan's live stream would bring.

One hundred thousand online viewers isn't a lot, but that was only a fleeting moment. Just now, during Xu Fan's oath, the number reached 250,000, which was absolutely astonishing. More importantly, as Xu Fan began reciting poetry, each line sparked further speculation among viewers on Douyin, leading to a crucial result: after half an hour of Xu Fan's live stream, the number of online viewers reached four million. This figure was more than fifteen or even twenty times that of 250,000. One can imagine the excitement these four million viewers felt as they watched Xu Fan recite poetry.

Their admiration for Xu Fan grew deeper and deeper, and they became increasingly serious about him. Deep down, they were truly excited about Xu Fan, so various kinds of bullet comments appeared continuously during the live stream.

Xu Fan, of course, saw the pterosaurs posted by netizens. He kept looking at the pterosaurs and occasionally chatted with them. As all the messages kept appearing, Xu Fan was constantly drawn to one message because it was being copied and pasted by countless people.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this copy-and-paste style of communication that Xu Fan couldn't help but pay attention. All the messages had suddenly been spun around without him noticing, and with four million people online in the entire live stream, almost everyone was posting these comments. The voice messages posted by each commenter had suddenly become a very uniform copy-and-paste. Naturally, Xu Fan was drawn to all these topics and messages, and for a moment, he couldn't help but subconsciously freeze in surprise. These words were long, but they told a simple story. This story, seemingly simple, made Xu Fan's heart skip a beat.

Because this story is sad enough, or rather, it's heartbreaking. Everyone has a different outcome deep in their heart, or rather, a different story deep in their heart. But when this story was presented to Xu Fan, he discovered that the stubbornness deep within him suddenly collapsed at this moment. Even though he usually didn't care much about any of this, at this moment, he understood without hesitation that perhaps in the coming period, he should seriously think about how to make the future world beautiful. But what he needed to do now was to tell everyone that he was willing to let those messages make him understand that many people in this world need to be cherished. And these messages also made him understand another thing: he was a singer, even if he sang songs from another world in this world, he was still a singer. Some songs were indeed suitable, especially at this moment, when those netizens were discussing this matter. Of course, he decided without hesitation that even if he wasn't going to sing tonight, he would still decide to sing a song for everyone.

Because this song really suits all those bullet comments—all of them tell the same story, all of them say the same things, and they're just chatting about something simple.

Zhao Feiyang also walked over without hesitation at this moment, because he had also seen the atmosphere in the live broadcast room. Everyone in the room had come to watch the live broadcast room. Because the comments in the live broadcast room were so unanimous about Xu Fan, he quickly gave a thumbs up. More importantly, as Xu Fan answered those questions, those questions were gradually being discussed. In fact, the main reason why this question suddenly appeared was because Xu Fan was constantly answering the questions of the netizens. His previous screenshot had not yet ended. In addition to reading two poems, he also answered other questions. For nearly an hour, Xu Fan kept answering questions until just now when someone asked, "If you were my eyes, what would you do?" If I went blind, what would the person I love choose? When someone asked Fan Ge or Xu Fan how he would respond to this question, Xu Fan answered with his deepest thoughts. Only then did Xu Fan realize how touching that story was. He chatted with a netizen named "You Are My Eyes" for a long time. After some time, "You Are My Eyes" posted a message, which was the story. That story was what four million netizens in the live stream kept forwarding and copying. Xue Ban looked at the content carefully, and he was also seriously thinking about what he should do next.

Xu Fan and Zhao Feiyang looked calmly at the story, reading it word by word with trepidation. The story was extremely simple, but it made Xu Fan and Zhao Feiyang feel a pang in their hearts, because they saw helplessness, sadness, and bewilderment in the story, as well as the two people's sincere love.

This kind of love is irreplaceable; in fact, it's unbelievable for most people. Both the male and female protagonists in this story truly gave their all and sacrificed everything for their love.

Based solely on this story, Xu Fan and Zhao Feiyang both felt that their love was true love, and they admired it. Xu Fan looked at Zhao Feiyang and nodded seriously, feeling that she should write this story into a song.

(End of this chapter)

===Chapter 935 The Story is Beautiful===

The story is actually very simple, so simple that everyone who hears it is moved, so simple that everyone understands that the story may be fictional, but when they think about it carefully, they will find that the story must be true, because it is simple enough that it can only be a true story.

This sounds a bit convoluted, but it is indeed the answer. A netizen named "You Are My Eyes" posted a story on Weibo. Not many people know about that story, but it quickly appeared in Xu Fan's live stream. He said some things in the live stream that shocked everyone and made Xu Fan and Zhao Feiyang feel heartbroken.

You are my eyes: "Actually, I never thought that one day I would tell this story to everyone. But when I suddenly felt lost, when I faced losing him, I thought that maybe this story should be told. The most important thing is that tonight's Fan Ge made me feel a different kind of sadness and a different kind of hope. Fan Ge's two poems seemed so beautiful: Facing the sea, with spring flowers blooming, I pray for rain, that everything can be better. I want to tell a story. The story is very simple, so simple that I don't know how to describe Fan Ge. I'm sorry that I greet you in this way. I don't know if you can see this message, and I don't know if this message will attract your attention. But I still want to tell you, or rather, I still want to tell you our story."

Long, long ago, I was just a child. At birth, I suffered a severe injury; my eyes became diseased, and I could no longer see the beauty of this world. I had never even seen it; perhaps I had no memory of it. I didn't know if the world was dark; I thought it was that color. Then I met him. My parents are the best people in my world, but besides him, I've only ever met him. His name sounds beautiful, though it doesn't have a particularly nice name. He's truly wonderful; he's willing to give so much for me. He's always been by my side. He pointed to the road ahead and told me it was bluish-green. I didn't know what bluish-green was, but I knew he meant we had arrived. Then he pointed to the zebra crossing and said it was bluish-green. The white lines painted on the road—I still didn't know what those colors were, but he kept talking to me, about the colors of that road, about all the colors in the world. He told me the lights were bright, the walls were white, the flowers were red, the water was clear—he told me all of this I couldn't even imagine. I couldn't perceive it either; I couldn't see it at all. Yet, I was still happy, so happy. I could hear all the sounds of this world, including every word he spoke. I was happy because I knew the color of everything: the sky was blue, the grass was green. These colors sound simple; for most people without vision problems, it's a very simple thing, common sense. But for me, it wasn't. That world was unfamiliar to me. I didn't know what color looked like. I didn't know the sky was blue. Even if he told me the sky was blue, what exactly is blue? I couldn't describe it, couldn't summarize it, couldn't even compare it. Deep in my mind, besides black and the color I couldn't see, I had nothing. I had never thought of it, nor had I ever possessed it. That's why I sometimes felt sad and helpless. Gradually, I grew up. He was always by my side, just like my parents were when I was little. He never disliked my eyesight; he always took care of me. Then one day, he suddenly asked me, "If one day you could see this world, what would you do?"

This was such a difficult question. When I heard him ask it, I was deeply conflicted. I considered a certain possibility, but setting that aside, the excitement I felt at that moment was indescribable. Whether the hypothesis was true or not, even if it was just a hypothesis, I still felt happy and joyful. Because for me, the thing behind the hypothesis was the kind of assumption we should be willing to make, which thrilled me. I told him, "Even if one day I see, or if one day I really can see this world, then I absolutely, absolutely must look at you closely—look at your eyes, look at your face, see what you really look like, see if you look more handsome in a suit or in sportswear. I want to see you, to see you so much."

"My answer was actually very simple, but it stunned the other person, and perhaps even the man I loved. Time flew by, and I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly one day he came to my side and told me that he had found a cornea, a suitable match. At that moment, the happiness and excitement I felt were indescribable. I happily touched his face, held his hand, and excitedly told him that I could see him. But then I went into the operating room. When I went into surgery, I didn't know where he was. He wasn't there with me, and I couldn't see him. I was a little nervous, even a little scared, until finally I opened my eyes. I saw this brand new world, I saw the doctor in front of me, I saw..." I saw the nurse in front of me, the white walls, the blue sky, and the green trees. At that moment, I felt a surge of excitement. I wanted to find him; I thought the first thing I'd see when I opened my eyes was him. But when I opened them, I didn't find anyone. He wasn't beside me; I searched everywhere, but couldn't find him. I tried calling out, but I still couldn't reach him. The doctor advised me to be calm and focused in such situations, and not to make any sudden movements. Later, I realized that my eyes were reflecting his. He had left to avoid me. I don't know where he went, but I know that at this moment, he can't see anything.

Xu Fan insisted on taking photos with both of them, feeling deeply distressed. Both of them were intently reading the story, even sharing photos so they could take turns chatting, or the patient would recount the story slowly, which made many listeners inexplicably sad and heartbroken. But for Xu Fan at that moment, he had no other thoughts; he just felt that everything in the story was truly heart-wrenching. By this point, the story was almost completely over, but there was still more to come.

The girl named "You Are My Eyes" added to this message: "I don't know how to describe my feelings right now, but I have to tell the whole world that I'm really sad right now. Even though I can't see anything in this world, I've always hoped he could be by my side, because he was there for me in my darkness, allowing me to grow up so hard. But now I can see the whole world, I can see all the places, and your eyes are in my eyes, yet I still can't see where you are. I don't know if you're doing well or not, but what I want to say is, if there's a chance, could you be by my side?" Then I will definitely do my best to do better, hoping you can come to my side. I want to see you, I want to look at you, that's all. I want to be with you, I want to marry you, I want to marry you, even if you can't see anything, I will be your eyes, because these eyes were originally yours. Let's face this world together, okay? Is that alright? Fan Ge, if you see this message, I beg you to forward it, because I want to find, I want to find the owner of these eyes in my eyes, I want to find the boy who loves me deeply, and whom I love deeply in return. I don't know what he looks like, I only know that I love him very much, and I miss him very much.

The story ends here. Everyone present, or rather, everyone in the online live stream, forwarded it because they saw this very long conversation, or rather, this very long message. It was precisely because this forwarding was so vivid, because this message was so very long, that many people kept repeatedly forwarding, commenting, copying, and pasting it. Especially for most people, firstly, they are not in a hurry, and secondly, they can better understand the matter itself. When they understand the content behind this story, they also hope that everything in the other world can be better.

They also hoped that the boy who had given his eyes to the girl for love could return to this world soon and come to her side. They didn't know what the future held for this couple, but at least for this moment, they hoped that the boy could grow up with the girl. So, deep down, everyone hoped that they could meet again. Every word and every sentence expressed this emotion and feeling.

So when this story was presented in the live stream, and Xu Fan started sharing it, he and Zhao Feiyang naturally watched it carefully from beginning to end, word for word. Without hesitation, they chose to share it. Zhao Feiyang, who was sitting next to him, also shared it without hesitation, even though he saw it in the Shifang live stream. Every little bit helps, even if it's insignificant. When everyone comes together, this power can really help many people, at least from a Western perspective. After doing this, Zhao Feiyang sat down next to Xu Fan, wanting to see what Xu Fan would do next.

As for Xu Fan, he didn't really have any particular thoughts. He just wanted to remember this opportunity to promote some special songs. Whatever the reason, he hoped that people would like these songs. More importantly, in Xu Fan's view, the essence of this matter was whether the story actually happened. If it did, then there must be other different things. So everyone had different ideas. At this moment, in the live broadcast room, all kinds of messages and bullet comments were repeating, but at most, it was still the long content of that story. Many people expressed their opinions. Putting all of that aside, he could feel the enthusiasm of everyone.

Xu Fan had already made up his mind. In the coming period, he would definitely create a song, or rather, he already had a song in mind. He decided what song to sing next, but at this moment, or perhaps just for the time being, he hadn't decided on the form of release or how to make it more accessible to a wider audience. Of course, he could choose to release it in a live stream. So at this moment, he hesitated slightly. Although others couldn't see everything clearly in the live stream, one thing they needed to know was that Xu Fan believed someone would listen to his song.

If Xu Fan wants to create a song, then most people can only take a backseat, because he is, after all, a true legend in the music scene. His cochlear implant alone has already attracted countless people's attention, and the lyrics he likes at this moment may be even more shocking to everyone.

This time, it was actually quite simple for Xu Fan. He already had the original singer of a song in his mind, or rather, there was a similar song in that world that was really suitable for this lesson. So he was going to sing this song directly. But then he frowned a little because he didn't know if it would be more appropriate to sing it at this time. But no matter what, this decision had to include this song, and it had to be included because the story was beautiful enough, or rather, because the love in that story was really sincere. The boy gave his eyes to the girl, but when the girl opened her eyes, she couldn't see the boy. She wanted to find him and wanted to continue loving him.

Everyone could understand the boy's inferiority complex. He clearly loved her very much, but he was powerless to help her. For the girl, the boy was the love of her life. Many people knew that the girl might change her mind, but at this moment, they could all feel that the girl's love for the boy was definitely not small. Otherwise, she wouldn't have tried to find him in this way. At this moment, everyone was posting special messages in the live stream chat. Perhaps they were about this story, perhaps they hoped that Xu Fan could write a similar song, or perhaps they hoped to see Xu Fan share and search for him.

Xu Fan was naturally willing to share and forward the story, so he and Zhao Feiyang posted it online immediately. If the boy was also one of his fans or followers, he would definitely see the story and be attracted to it.

Because he knew very well that he was the male protagonist in the story, aside from all that, what everyone was most looking forward to was that Xu Fan could create a beautiful musical work.

After much thought, Xu Fan finally came up with the idea of ​​singing that song.

(End of this chapter)