Just then, someone rushed in through the door; it was Zhao Liyuan, the female lead of their drama.
"Director, listen to this, listen to this."
The director, looking completely bewildered, took the phone and saw a song on it called "The Fragrance of Plum Blossoms Remains."
He subconsciously pressed play. In the quiet room, the intro slowly began, and the sad and mournful lyrics and music quickly pulled people's emotions to the extreme.
As Mao Buyi and Qin Xiaoyue's chanting slowly resounded, Zhao Liyuan almost jumped up.
Ah! Ah! Ah!
She absolutely adored Chen Feng; she had never liked a singer so much before. Even though she was already a top-tier actress, she couldn't stop her infatuated love for Chen Feng.
"It's so good! I only listened to half of it and I jumped up excitedly. Chen Feng is really amazing."
Unlike Zhao Liyuan, who was chattering away, the two directors exchanged a trembling glance.
This song?
This is practically a theme song tailor-made for their TV series "Palace: The Lock of Fragrance"; there couldn't be anything more suitable.
"Quickly, tell me, which company released this?"
The director went wild. He had never heard such a beautiful song in his life. The melody and the lyrics were beyond words.
"Fengyu Entertainment" is a song written by Chen Feng, whom I like.
Zhao Liyuan excitedly performed a hand and foot dance.
Chen Feng?
The two directors were taken aback for a moment.
"Is that Chen Feng, the one who was boycotted by most of the music industry but still managed to break through?"
"Is it Chen Feng, the one whose song 'Heroic Spirit and Loyal Heart' made Zhang Yimou's 'Hero Shooting the Sky' a success?"
"Ah, yes, yes, director, you know Chen Feng too? My God, this is unbelievable! Is my Feng Shen really that awesome?"
After hearing the affirmative answer, the two directors exchanged glances. They usually only occasionally checked the news and focused most of their energy on filming, so they didn't pay much attention to Chen Feng.
But at this moment, they seemed to realize they had missed something, so the two quickly took out their phones and played Chen Feng's songs. Upon listening, they realized that the two directors hadn't even attended the wrap party.
"I don't believe that every song of yours, Chen Feng, is so amazing. What kind of flavor can a little singer produce? It's probably not very pleasant to listen to."
Yang Zhi, the director of Huayu Entertainment, was in his office opening a song released by Fengyu.
Looking at the song "Bubble," he sneered and clicked on it.
"The bubbles are colorful in the sunlight."
"It's like I'm happy even though I was deceived."
"What right or wrong are you going to pursue regarding your lies?"
At the beginning, Yang Zhi was stunned. This sounded kind of nice, but it was just an illusion. He decided to listen to it for a while longer.
"Beautiful bubbles, though fleeting sparks."
All your promises were too fragile.
Love is like a bubble; if you can see through it...
What's making you sad?
The high notes lingered in the empty office. Yang Zhi seemed to be trapped in a state of mind from which he could not extricate himself. He could not believe that this song was sung by an unknown singer. He was thinking about a question: was it Chen Feng who wrote it well or sang it well?
He absolutely refused to admit that it was both well-written and well-sung. He listened to this one song on repeat and stopped listening to other songs because there was no need for it anymore. This time, Fengyu is probably going to win big again.
Outside the office, many music producers and songwriters at Huayu Entertainment stared in disbelief at the director's office door, where "Bubble" had been playing repeatedly.
"Sigh, the director is probably going to be depressed again."
"Who says otherwise? These three songs written by the great Chen Feng are something I could never do in my entire life."
"Don't even mention the lyrics, I can't even do the melody, it's too amazing, I really can't do it."
"Brothers and sisters, how about we all quit our jobs and join Windwhisper?"
After these words were spoken, no one spoke. After all, everyone had their own ulterior motives and silently began to pretend to write songs or compose music at their desks.
In Guangyuan City, a small third-tier city, on a high mountain, fifty-year-old Wang Jianlong gazes calmly at the mountains and sea, at the white clouds and greenery.
He spent thirty years navigating the sea of humanity, starting his career at sixteen, washing cars and wiping tires for three years, earning three hundred yuan a month.
In three years, he learned a lot about cars and became a mechanic at the age of nineteen, a job he held for ten years.
At 29, he got married and had a child, which nearly emptied his savings, but he never gave up and always maintained a positive attitude, striving hard for his goals and his family.
Looking at the bustling traffic and the laughter, that was the direction he was pursuing. Why could others drive luxury cars and live in mansions while he couldn't?
But life is too cruel. Once a man gets married, many things are not as he wishes. For the sake of life and children, he struggled in his marriage for another ten years.
At the age of thirty-nine, he got divorced. His house, car, children, wife, and savings all collapsed overnight, and he had nothing left.
But he was still unwilling to admit defeat. At the age of 45, he used his connections and experience from all those years to open a car repair shop. Three years later, he opened a second one. When he was 53, he opened four shops.
However, his parents passed away within three months of each other.
I have money, but it seems like I have nothing at all; overnight, my hair seems to have turned completely white.
As the saying goes, "The weather is unpredictable, and fortune can change in an instant."
At the age of 54, he seemed to be riding high on success, but while repairing a car, it wasn't properly secured and fell, crushing his leg. The car was very expensive, and he not only had to pay for the car but also lost a leg.
Overnight, four shops disappeared, his savings were emptied, and he became disabled.
Struggling desperately, unwilling to admit defeat, but fate insists on forcing you to your knees. This damned life, I never want to come back in the next life.
With his hair turned white, Wang Jianlong used his last bit of indomitable spirit to climb the mountain on one leg, signifying that even in the end, he refused to bow his head.
In the end, however, he still had to bow his head. Ending his life amidst such beautiful scenery and magnificent landscapes was perhaps the best choice.
Before you leave, let's listen to a song. What song should we listen to?
Wang Jianlong opened his phone, and perhaps by fate, he immediately saw a song.
People Like Me
"Someone like me, hahaha! You're the one, someone like me."
With tears in his eyes, he let the mountain wind howl as music began to play in his ears.
"Someone as outstanding as me"
"He should have lived a brilliant life"
"How come after more than twenty years..."
Still adrift in the sea of people
Wang Jianlong originally just wanted to listen to a song casually before leaving, but the first four lines of the song resonated with him, as if they were describing his own life.
Yes, my life was originally brilliant and glorious, but why has it all been for nothing over the past few decades?
"People like me who are lost and confused"
"People like me who are searching"
"Someone as mediocre as me"
How many other people have you met?
As the music played a somber, heartfelt tune, Wang Jianlong's tears slowly fell. In his entire life, apart from the time he cried when he got divorced and when his parents passed away, and even when he lost everything last year, he didn't shed a tear.
Yes, life is unpredictable. In this world, I am not the only one like this; there are many, many people like me.
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