He Jiong chimed in at the opportune moment, continuing to drive the discussion on the show.

The atmosphere at the scene and in the live broadcast room quieted down slightly when the song title was mentioned.

The emotion evoked by that song is still etched in the memories of many people.

"At the time, I was thinking, who is this new singer? How can they write and sing with such sincerity and emotion, so touchingly? From then on, I remembered your name."

He Jiong's tone became very serious, even tinged with a touch of nostalgia.

Wang Yueheng smiled modestly and said, "Thank you, Teacher He."

"Yue Heng, sometimes I think, what if, I mean what if..."

"If you hadn't won the championship on the 'China's Best Singer' stage and hadn't become famous, what would you have done?"

He Jiong changed the subject, asking a question that many people had thought about, with a hint of curiosity and inquiry.

"With your talent, even if you didn't become a singer, you would probably still be doing something related to the arts, right?"

"For example, how about becoming a calligraphy teacher? Or a music teacher? You write beautifully and sing wonderfully, so you'd definitely have no problem teaching and nurturing students."

Teacher He paused for a moment, then guessed based on his understanding of Wang Yueheng.

What was supposed to be an evening solo concert instantly turned into a late-night interview.

Upon hearing this question, Huang Lei, who had recovered his health and was sitting to the side, couldn't help but nod.

That's a very insightful question.

It not only unearthed Wang Yueheng's previously unknown inner journey, but also added another highlight to the program.

Everyone looked at Wang Yueheng with curiosity.

As an artist under Hengxue Entertainment, Zhao Ying was particularly curious about the answer to this question.

Wang Yueheng, holding his guitar, looked up at the starry sky when he heard the question and pondered for a moment.

He then raised his head, looked at He Jiong, and said calmly with a smile, "Thank you, Teacher He, for thinking of such a good way out for me."

"However, if we had really failed back then and hadn't been able to reach a bigger stage..."

"I might go back to being a street singer."

He started with a small joke, then slowly revealed his true feelings.

"Continue being a wandering singer?"

He Jiong was somewhat surprised.

"Yes."

"Find an underpass, or a corner of a square where singing is allowed, a guitar, and a speaker."

"I might do odd jobs during the day and go singing at night. The money I earn might just be enough to eat and pay rent, but that's okay."

Wang Yueheng nodded, his gaze fixed on the undulating mountain silhouettes in the distance.

It was as if I saw myself wandering under the neon lights of the city.

"Because music is my dream, something I want to do my whole life."

"Whether I succeed or fail, as long as I can still sing, I will keep singing."

"Maybe when you're in your thirties or forties, or even fifties, people will think you're too old to be chasing your dreams on the streets. They'll think you're silly, naive, like an 'old boy'."

"But so what? Dreams have nothing to do with age. I'll be an 'old boy' for it for the rest of my life!"

Wang Yueheng said firmly.

"Old Boys?"

As soon as Wang Yueheng finished speaking, a confused voice rang out.

Liu Huaxian, who grew up overseas, was unfamiliar with this term.

"Old boy? What does that mean?"

"Is it a boy who looks old? Or... a boy with an old mindset? That sounds so strange."

With a puzzled look in his eyes, he asked in broken Mandarin.

"Are you referring to older men...?"

Zhao Ying, who was standing to the side, also looked a little puzzled.

Clearly unfamiliar with this phrase, which carried a hint of self-deprecation and complex emotions, she looked to He Jiong for help.