"Hometown and distant places?"

"Is this meant to express the wanderings of youth and the longing for family and friends in one's hometown?"

"Or is it merely an explanation of the past and the future?"

Previously, Ren Hetai was not satisfied with this poem, "Sorrow".

But now, he is amazed by the depth of this song!

Just then, Lin Rui, who was surrounded by spotlights in the center of the stage, suddenly held up the microphone with both hands.

At the same time, a whistle that followed the melody resounded throughout the venue.

It is melodious and graceful, yet it evokes a strange feeling that is impossible to grasp.

At the same time, on the four giant screens facing different directions, the elegant regular script suddenly appeared!

—Drawing a knife to cut water only makes it flow more; raising a cup to drown sorrow only makes it more sorrowful.

Before everyone could recover from the mood created by the two lines of poetry, Lin Rui, in the center of the stage, raised his glass once again!

"One cup to tomorrow, one cup to the past, supporting my body, strengthening my shoulders. Though I never believe in the saying 'mountains high and rivers long,' life is too short to dwell on the past..."

Two more glasses of strong liquor, drunk with gusto!

"wrong!"

"It seems I misunderstood before; this section is actually about reminiscing about the past and looking to the future!"

Ren Hetai muttered to himself.

"What a fine saying, life is too short to dwell on the past!"

Not only Ren Hetai, but even Li Donglai is analyzing the depth of these lyrics.

To be honest, he didn't feel much from the first four drinks, but these two resonated with him!

At the age of fifty, one cannot let go of the past, cannot fathom the future, does not believe in fate, but holds reverence in one's heart.

Not only him, but also Bao Chongxin, Rong Zhengyi, and Ding Chang'an, at their age, felt the intensity conveyed by these two cups of wine even more deeply!

"One cup to freedom, one cup to death, forgive my ordinariness, dispel my confusion, well, dawn always comes and I leave hastily, the most absurd are the sober ones..."

Two more glasses of wine!

But this time, neither of the two glasses of wine were spilled nor picked up. Instead, as the melody faded into the distance, Lin Rui on the stage drank them down in one gulp!

Respect yourself!

"If death represents the end, then does this cup of freedom imply that before death, people should strive and not forget to enjoy their own freedom?"

"It really is a life problem that everyone has to face."

Ren Hetai couldn't help but sigh.

His attitude towards the poem "Sorrow" has undergone a complete 180-degree change.

"Impressive drinking capacity!"

Ding Chang'an slapped his thigh and praised loudly.

A good alcohol tolerance?

Li Donglai looked at Ding Chang'an with a strange expression.

Praise him?

Are you serious?

Li Donglai unconsciously straightened his back again, about to make a diversionary taunt at the richest man in Fanzhou, when the latter looked over.

"I like this young man, Fusheng. He seems like a kindred spirit with a broad mind."

Upon hearing this praise, Li Donglai's lips twitched.

Zhou Rongze in the back row had a look of approval on his face, as if he was about to give a thumbs up and say: "Boss Ding, you have good eyesight!"

Seemingly worried that after the concert, this guy would really drag Lin Rui out for a big drinking party, Li Donglai was about to give a few hints when Ding Chang'an patted his big belly and said with great enthusiasm, "I've been wanting to find an opportunity to thank Brother Fusheng. The Fanzhou Impression has really made me look good. It just so happens that I brought a few jars of fine wine from Fanzhou this time, so I'll give them to Brother Fusheng."

Fine wine?

How many jars?!

The words that were about to come out were swallowed back by Li Donglai without him even noticing.

At the same time, Li Donglai gave Zhou Rongze a look, which the latter understood almost instantly.

"I didn't expect that Mr. Ding would see through Lin Rui's little quirk so easily. However, his parents have been keeping a close eye on him lately, so when he has a craving for alcohol, he only dares to have a few drinks secretly at the company."

Zhou Rongze looked like he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Ding Chang'an's eyes lit up with realization: "Alright, then I'll trouble President Zhou to secretly deliver those jars of fine wine to Brother Fusheng's office."

"No problem, no problem."

Zhou Rongze's face was full of righteous indignation.

In contrast, Li Donglai held his head high, looking at Lin Rui on the stage with a kind and benevolent expression.