Chapter 66 A soul-stirring song, raising a glass to drown sorrows only brings more sorrow.

"After three rounds of drinks, you're in the corner."

"Stubbornly singing bitter songs"

"Listen to it being drowned out by the noise."

You pick up your glass and say to yourself—

His deep, magnetic voice was like a magnet.

It captivated the attention of the anchor, Liu Xianghong.

At that moment, she seemed to have forgotten time and the space she was in.

Before my eyes appeared a lonely figure adrift in a bustling city, his emotions adrift.

Walking among a crowd of people wearing masks of various colors.

I drink alone with turbid wine in the middle of the night.

Enjoying the feeling of solitude alone.

Everything that happens in the world seems to have nothing to do with that figure.

"A toast to the rising sun"

"A toast to the moonlight"

"Awakening my longing, the gentle warmth of the cold window~"

"So you can fly against the wind without looking back."

"Not afraid of rain in my heart or frost in my eyes"...

However, the melody of the song that Wang Yueheng sang next was deeply moving.

It struck a chord with the female anchor instantly.

This song.

It's more like a realistic portrayal of my own emotions.

It carries a faint sadness.

Yet they still held a glimmer of hope for the future.

As Wang Yueheng's singing voice came from the broadcasting studio.

The radio program staff all stopped what they were doing.

I couldn't help but turn my head to look at the boy who was playing and singing.

Is this song truly an original new song?

The sorrowful voice seemed to express the bitter and lonely feelings of a corporate slave.

Even those within the system.

I also felt the sadness and melancholy in that somber song.

A toast to the rising sun.

A toast to the moonlight.

It expresses the melancholy of insignificant people so vividly.

Even in such a sorrowful and lonely state.

They still hold onto their hopes and aspirations for the future.

"He really did sing a song..."

"And the quality is actually so high..."

Am I dreaming?

Radio editor-in-chief Zheng Zhongxi stood up.

I glanced at the clock on the wall without thinking.

It is 6 p.m.

In Jiang City, which has a subtropical monsoon climate, the sunset time is 5:26 PM.

The setting sun, 149 million kilometers from Earth, hangs quietly on the horizon.

The summer winds, predominantly blowing from the southeast, caress the city.

A bright and clean office.

Under a beam of sunset light shining through the floor-to-ceiling window.

Dust particles caused by the Tyndall effect dance gracefully like golden dust.

One minute and ten seconds have passed since Wang Yueheng started singing.

Seventy seconds.

Zheng Zhongxi's soul was gradually swallowed up by the rich singing at 60 decibels in the broadcasting studio.

It's as if the song has transported me to another chapter of my life.

The memories of past hurts seem to be slowly healed by the song.

"This must be what a dreamlike feeling is like, isn't it?"

As Zheng Zhongxi became increasingly engrossed in the song, an idea popped into his mind.

Having read so many classic literary works, he...

I have never been so captivated as I am now.

It was a completely new live music listening experience.

If Wang Yueheng had presented him with such a piece from the beginning...

Zheng Zhongxi will never again allow him to search for any works in the copyright music library.

Compared to this song.

Those cheesy love songs and sad tunes are nothing but stale, outdated stuff!

Zheng Zhongxi couldn't help but recall a famous saying—

"Only singing can heal."

Only then can one accurately describe his current feelings.

A toast to my hometown.

A toast to those far away.

"My kindness has fueled my growth."

"Therefore, the journey between north and south is no longer long."

"The soul no longer has nowhere to rest~"...

Wang Yueheng's deep, plaintive voice still echoed in the broadcasting studio.

While bringing amazement to anchor Liu Xianghong and radio staff.

The melodious singing was broadcast over an area with a diameter of tens of kilometers via live radio signals.

"squeak--"

An empty taxi suddenly braked.