It parked directly on the side of a slow road in the suburbs.
It was the taxi driver who had taken Wang Yueheng to the competition the day before.
I heard a live performance of a sad song on the radio.
Taxi driver Wei Shouquan could no longer contain his emotions, stopped the car, and burst into tears.
Having left his hometown, he was treated like a tool every day.
He drives mechanically, and he makes money mechanically.
I want to go back to my hometown, but I can never do so.
He had reached middle age but still hadn't accomplished anything, spending his days idly trying to make ends meet.
The child grew up and left home.
My lover is getting old and all I can do every day is mutter.
They also have to endure scolding from passengers with bad tempers.
Earning a hard-earned living requires splitting every penny in half.
I can't even bear to buy a pack of cigarettes that costs more than ten yuan.
The grievances accumulated over time.
At this moment, amidst the faint, mournful, and melancholic singing.
Finally, she couldn't hold back anymore and burst out.
All he wants to do right now is buy a bottle of wine.
He went to the rooftop and quietly got drunk by himself.
I only wish to be accompanied by the bright moon, just like in the song.
One cup to the moonlight, one cup to myself.
Forget the sorrows of the world.
To rediscover my true, flesh-and-blood self...
"Waaah..."
"It's supposed to be a way to relieve sorrow, but why do I feel more and more like crying the more I listen to it..."
It wasn't just taxi driver Wei Shouquan.
Those busy, working-class people who toil away every day to make a living.
Those who achieve success despite being depressed and distressed by unpleasant things.
While hearing about relieving sorrow.
It was as if I was seeing another version of myself, a lonely figure, from God's perspective.
Even people who don't drink often.
At this moment, they couldn't help but want to have a drink to release their long-suppressed emotions.
Does anyone have the soundtrack to this song? I want to listen to it on repeat…
"You must be dreaming. This song was just written. There's no way I'd give you the original soundtrack."
"What's this singer's name? I want to follow him, he's practically my soulmate!"
"I'm also a singer, but right now all I want to do is kneel down before him!"
In the online chat group of the traffic radio station.
Those who arrived late were asking about the name of the song Wang Yueheng was singing.
Some even wanted to speak directly with Wang Yueheng through the live broadcast of the program.
And then I learned that Wang Yueheng had sung a new song on the radio.
Fans in the group opened radio apps they hadn't listened to in a long time.
Find the corresponding broadcast frequency.
Number of listeners in the live stream.
In the blink of an eye, the number of people increased by tens of thousands.
And it keeps increasing every second.
The number of listeners participating in the discussion in the background is increasing.
Lu Qiuping, the director in charge of back-end operations, became increasingly agitated.
She was initially full of prejudice against Wang Yueheng.
I was startled by the sheer number of listeners flooding into the live stream.
They even suspected that there might be a problem with the backend statistics.
How could a radio program suddenly gain hundreds of thousands of new listeners?
And the number is rapidly approaching one million!
Is this still a radio station?
What surprised her even more was...
This song.
It struck her heart without warning.
This left Lü Qiuping feeling unexpectedly heartbroken.
As an older unmarried woman.
Lu Qiuping, who was only thirty-five years old, looked like a woman who was almost forty.
Her single life seemed to make her personality increasingly extreme.
Everything I see seems to be my enemy.
Life is full of disappointments.
She is clearly a little woman who is full of fantasies about love.
But he was utterly humiliated by the love he dreamed of pursuing.
Lü Qiuping had unspeakable suffering and unspeakable sorrow.
She had no idea where her Prince Charming was.
I wonder how long I can continue living this self-absorbed and self-pitying life.
And when she was filled with sorrow, she heard Wang Yueheng's "Sorrow".
For a moment, the sorrow in my heart seemed to have found an outlet.
It couldn't help but erupt all at once.
Especially when I heard that sentence
"Not afraid of rain in my heart, nor frost in my eyes."
In the blink of an eye.
Two streams of tears flowed from the eyes of director Lü Qiuping.
Immediately afterwards, she couldn't help but loosen her shoulders.
She sat in the chair and began to sob.
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