Fang Yang, a struggling bar singer, soul-transferred into a parallel universe where he inherited a dying website and a music academy, graduating from a student who lost both parents. He revived th...
Fu Ming stood there bewildered, "President Fang, is there any mystery to these numbers?"
Fang Yang smiled without saying a word, "It's getting late, let's go have dinner to celebrate!"
Chen Chen exclaimed, "I called Lao Yang, and he's not here at such an important moment!"
Fang Yang stopped Chen Chen, "No, Uncle Yang went to Dadi Cinema and has something to do. We can go eat by ourselves."
Zhou Kai grabbed Fu Ming, who was still in a daze, questioning his life, and said, "Don't think about it. It's just a numerical coincidence. It doesn't mean much."
While we were eating, the internet was already in an uproar. Fans were downloading the song, supposedly sung by the "Foreign God," without hesitation. An album costs eighteen yuan, the price of a pack of cigarettes—not a big deal. Just as the "Foreign God" said, "Chinese people don't lie to Chinese people!" The "Foreign God" isn't some nobody!
People at work dare not slack off in the last few minutes, but students have no such taboo. As soon as the bell rings, they immediately pull out their phones to log in to the Yuewen Entertainment Media website and download it. The whole classroom is in perfect sync, leaving the teacher who is still packing up teaching materials at the teaching desk in a daze. Usually, these rascals can't wait to rush out to the cafeteria as soon as the bell rings, but today they have changed their ways and all love to study?
But that doesn't seem right either. What's with the whole classroom being sung at the same time?
Wang Jin from the Central Conservatory of Music was also announcing the end of get out of class at that moment. Just like the students, he immediately took out his phone, logged in, and downloaded the app. Less than ten seconds after the students, the first song, "Can't Find Someone to Grow Old With," was playing on his phone. Yes, it was Fang Yang's first and a half song after his debut, and also the title of this album. It seems that Fang Yang is quite nostalgic!
Although Fang Yang had released the music video for this song some time ago, no one in the classroom skipped it. Instead, they turned their phones up to the maximum volume, and dozens of phones simultaneously played Fang Yang's emotionally charged singing. A few slow listeners dragged the music down, adding a slight noise to the otherwise perfect song, but no one cared. Everyone was engrossed in the song playing on their phones.
After the first song ended, Wang Jin selected the second song, "The First Snow of 2002," which was very fitting for Kyoto, which had just experienced a snowfall after New Year's Day.
The first snow of 2002
It arrived later than usual.
The No. 2 bus was parked on the eighth floor.
It took away the last fallen yellow leaf.
The first snow of 2002
It's a story I can't bear to leave behind in Urumqi.
You are like a butterfly flitting about.
Swaying in the season of falling snow.
...
Wang Jin's eyes filled with tears. It had been almost two years since he had been back. Wang Jin didn't know how Fang Yang knew that the No. 2 bus stopped on the eighth floor, but Wang Jin's home was at the Machinery Factory, the terminus of the No. 2 bus. He missed home and his family.
The final exams are in a few days. When I get home, I'll discuss with my wife that we should go home together after the exams to see our family and the eighth floor where the snow is falling.
One of my classmates was from Urumqi. As soon as the song finished, he loudly recommended the place name "Eighth Floor" to the students around him. They didn't know until they heard it, and they all thought that the Eighth Floor was the eighth floor of a building. They were wondering why the No. 2 bus stopped at the Eighth Floor.
"Bosen, do you think Yangshen has been to your Urumqi? Otherwise, how would he know this place and that bus route 2 passes through here?"
At this moment, Wang Jin suddenly realized, "Classmates, let me explain this to you. Fang Yang did go to Urumqi. He was also my student. He came back to Urumqi with me once. My home is at the terminal station of bus route 2—the Machinery Factory!"
"Wow, Teacher Wang, I see. Was it snowing in Urumqi at that time?"
"Yes, it was indeed snowing. It was around this time, when we returned to Urumqi, that it was snowing heavily."
"Wait a minute, wasn't that 2002?"
"No, no, maybe 2002 has some special significance for Fang Yang. As you know, art originates from life but transcends it. This song also uses the scenery to express love and parting. You can also learn from its techniques!"
What Wang Jin didn't know was that there was a classmate named Mu Yong who was obsessed with live streaming. He was filming his classmates being captivated by Fang Yang's songs when, by sheer coincidence, he captured the moment Wang Jin was speaking in the footage.
After having lunch with his roommates, Mu Yong returned to his dormitory, took out his phone, connected to his laptop, and edited a scene he had recorded earlier. He then added the background music of "The First Snow of 2002" and, in order to attract attention, consulted the "Shocking! Fang Yang is such a person!" before sending it to his Douyin account.
Mu Yong doesn't have many fans. Even after two years of careful maintenance, he only has a little over 10,000 followers. He mainly films interesting things in his life and snippets of school life. Most of his fans are students, and he doesn't give many tips. Mu Yong doesn't care. He's just obsessed with sharing this joy. It would be even better if he could earn enough for a few packs of cigarettes.
The seniors have been filled with the pain of parting these past few days. There are only a few days left until final exams. Although there is still one semester left before graduation, most of them have already applied for internships next semester, and not many people will come back. Then it will be time to take graduation photos, which will be the real farewell!
After four years of living together in the same dormitory, most of them had built a deep revolutionary friendship. Now, they were about to part ways and enter society. No one knew what the future held, and confusion enveloped everyone's hearts. Perhaps it was by chance, or perhaps it was inevitable. Mu Yong's interpretation of the song by Wang Jin quickly spread throughout the university through the mouths of more than 10,000 people.
In keeping with the occasion and the spirit of the moment, amidst the heavy snowfall, vibrant students sang "The First Snow of 2002" and took photos to commemorate the occasion.
There were also couples who embraced and said their final goodbyes. It is said that graduation season is breakup season. At this time, many people will choose where they will work in the future. If they cannot live in the same city, separation is a natural reality.
Singing about the first snow of 2002, it was at this moment that I truly understood Fang Yang's state of mind. Love and separation, in a season of heavy snowfall, truly broke my heart!
Some couples, reluctant to part, agreed to intern at Fangyang's company after the New Year. Teachers were talking to a few outstanding graduates, as Fangyang's company would be recruiting a large number of new employees after the New Year. These professional college teachers all had recommendation letters and enjoyed priority in recommending new employees, but that's another story.
Located in Xinjiang Province, the largest province in China, and with its capital Urumqi, the No. 2 bus was instantly packed with citizens who came to experience the snow. The driver also kept up with the times, playing "The First Snow of 2002" on a loop in the bus, which attracted a surge of passengers.
Don't think that drivers only know how to drive. In any city in China, bus drivers also have to pay a contract fee. Only the excess amount is their bonus. Suddenly, the No. 2 bus drivers, whose income was not very good to begin with, were all secretly overjoyed.