At this moment, a young pianist is playing soothing jazz background music.

After obtaining Lin Wei's consent, Wang Yueheng got up and went downstairs.

Jay Chou, Vincent Fang, Lin Wei, and Mo Zixue also followed.

When they arrived at the piano where it was being played, the restaurant owner, Lin Wei, stepped forward and whispered a few words to him.

The musician was initially surprised, but then showed excitement and anticipation, and immediately stood up to give up his seat.

This scene was also noticed by many of the diners in the restaurant.

"Huh? Isn't that Wang Yueheng?"

"Which Wang Yueheng? Ah! It's that mainland singer who just arrived here!"

What is he going to do? Play the piano?

"Look, look! Jay Chou is in the back too!"...

Whispers filled the restaurant as many guests put down their cutlery and looked curiously toward the piano.

Some people have even secretly taken out their phones.

Wang Yueheng sat down at the piano and adjusted the height of the microphone.

This restaurant has a simple stage setup for occasional performances.

He tried a few notes first, and the notes flowing from his fingertips were precise and steady.

He raised his eyes and glanced at Lin Wei, who was standing not far away, looking nervous yet full of anticipation.

He glanced at Jay Chou and Vincent Fang, whose faces showed curiosity and encouragement, and finally smiled slightly at the guests in the restaurant who were casting their gazes at him.

"Hello everyone, I am Wang Yueheng. I'm sorry to interrupt your meal."

"Just now, I heard the owner of this restaurant tell a story about youth, regrets, a classroom, and a girl. It touched me deeply."

"Sometimes, music is meant to say things that can't be said aloud."

"So, I'd like to borrow this piano to dedicate a song I just came up with to Brother Lin Wei, and also to all the guests who come here to dine. The song is called 'Those Bygone Years'."

Wang Yueheng spoke in a clear and calm voice.

After he finished speaking, the restaurant fell silent for a moment.

A low murmur of amazement and expectant applause followed.

Lin Wei felt a lump in his throat, and his eyes instantly welled up with tears.

He didn't expect that Wang Yueheng would not only actually write it, but would take it so seriously, even connecting the song closely with his story and the restaurant.

Jay Chou whistled softly and whispered to Vincent Fang beside him, "Wow, this opening is really something."

Wen Shan pushed up his glasses, stared intently at Wang Yueheng, and murmured, "The title 'The Fleeting Years'...it evokes a vivid image and a sense of melancholy about the passage of time. Let's see what he can write."

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Wang Yueheng's slender fingers gently touched the black and white piano keys.

A clear yet slightly melancholic piano prelude, like raindrops falling on a lake, rippled through the restaurant.

The melody is simple, yet it carries a powerful sense of narrative and the passage of time.

After just a few bars, the young musician who had given up his seat couldn't help but widen his eyes—

The improvisational melody, precise emotional control, and skillful playing technique far exceeded his usual level!

This singer from mainland China is truly talented!