To sing a new song, Jiang Siming was not as cheerful as before. He stared nkly at the camera and remained silent for a while before speaking.


    "Yesterday, I attended a high school reunion. To be honest, it was quite disappointing."


    Jiang Siming’s words piqued everyone’s curiosity.


    "Those old ssmates have changed. They’re now pretentious,petitive, and have ulterior motives. The friendships have deteriorated, and there’s no going back."


    These words resonated deeply with many viewers.


    "I can totally rte. Last year, I attended my college reunion. During the meal, everyone was bragging about their achievements, the projects they were involved in, and the cars they bought. Sigh."


    "A couple of years ago, I went to a middle school reunion. Because I wasn’t doing well, they kept mocking me. When it came time to pay the bill, everyone just sat there. In the end, I paid it as a farewell gift for them."


    "There was a girl I liked in high school—she was so pure and beautiful. After ten years, when I saw her again, she was smoking and hanging out with a group of thugs."


    "I’m still in school, so I can’t quite understand Jiang Siming’s feelings, but if things really turn out like this in the future, it would be so disheartening."...


    Jiang Siming sighed and earnestly said to everyone:


    "If you’re still in your youth, please cherish those days. And remember your original self because, in the blink of an eye, you might never be able to go back."


    At this point, Jiang Siming smiled wistfully and said with emotion:


    "Last night, I even had a dream. I dreamed that I woke up at my old school desk,ughing with my ssmates and saying, ’I had such a long, long dream...’"


    Hearing this, many viewers felt a sudden surge of emotion.


    Yes, that dream—many who have left school have had it.


    Jiang Simingposed himself and smiled at everyone:


    "Let’s sing. This new song is called ’Old Boy,’ a tribute to the past and the dreams of our youth."


    As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Siming’s slender fingers began to pluck the guitar strings. A soft guitar melody flowed out, gentle and distant, as if from another lifetime.


    "That was the person I deeply missed and loved day and night.


    How should I express myself?


    Would she ept me?


    Perhaps I’ll never tell her those words,


    Destined to wander the world,


    How could I bear any attachments?"


    As the song began, the audience’s emotions started to be "eroded." A strong sense of nostalgia swept through countless hearts.


    This verse perfectly captured the regrets of youthful innocence—how many people liked someone in their youth but never dared to confess?


    Whether it’s a boy or a girl, there’s often someone who resides in their heart—a person who may no longer be by their side but remains a significant figure in their memories. ??ＮòΒě??


    Of course, that "someone" doesn’t necessarily have to be a person. It could simply be youth itself.


    Just as Jiang Siming sang, "Perhaps I’ll never tell her those words!" Let it remain in the heart, fading with time and vanishing with the years.


    This was the first song from Jiang Siming that made people want to cry just from hearing the prelude.


    Jiang Siming’s voice this timecked its usual gentle warmth. Instead, it carried a touch of hoarseness and weariness, perfectly capturing the essence of the song.


    "Damn, I couldn’t hold it in from the start. This song feels destined to be a legend!"


    "My tears won’t stop. I hate this feeling, but I can’t help it."


    "The lyrics ’Destined to wander the world, how could I bear any attachments’ are heartbreakingly beautiful!"


    "Even though it’s written in in modernnguage, it feels more profound than ssical poetry."


    "Stop sendingments and just listen attentively, okay?"


    The song continued.


    "Dreams are always out of reach


    Should I give up?


    Flowers bloom and wither with each season


    Spring, where are you?"


    A series of rhetorical questions left everyone pondering.


    When young, one oftencks ability but dreams the biggest dreams. For example, students aspire to be scientists, doctors, astronauts—dreams that are difficult to achieve yet ignite a fierce fire in their hearts.


    As one grows older and gains ability, the dreams often be simpler:


    A promotion, a car, getting married early, earning more money...


    Why are the dreams of those with no ability so lofty, while the dreams of those with ability so humble?


    There’s only one answer: reality.


    At this point, Jiang Siming’s fingers quickened on the strings, carrying a strong, desperate desire to break free from the shackles.


    His voice also rose dramatically, abandoning vocal techniques entirely, and with a raspy tone, he shouted into the microphone:


    "Youth is like a rushing river


    Flowing away without a farewell


    Leaving behind only a numb me, without the passion of the past


    Look at the flowers drifting in the wind


    Withering at their most beautiful moment


    Who will remember that they were ever here in this world?


    ..."


    And that was it—tears flowed freely.


    This verse not only brought young people to tears but also deeply moved many viewers from the 70s and 80s generations, who could no longer control their supposedly numb emotions.


    Youth is like a handful of flowing sand, slipping away unnoticed, leaving no time for goodbyes.


    What disappears is not just the details slipping through your fingers but also countless memories.


    The dreams of those days, the brothers who fought together, and the girl you secretly loved—all seem to drift away with the years, vanishing beyond the horizon.


    But in the deepest part of the heart, these memories leave asting imprint, touching the most fragile nerves.


    Even married viewers with grown children couldn’t help but reach for tissues on their desks or bedside tables to wipe away their flowing tears.


    The pure era is gone. Reality is cruel. People are no longer as warm as before; indifference has be the default expression of the city.


    Even old friends may exploit past friendships for personal gain or self-interest. It’s not betrayal—they’ve just lost themselves.


    The tone slowed down again, transitioning into the second verse. Your next journey awaits at


    "In the blink of an eye, years pass by—how many joys and sorrows?


    Once, as a young man with grand ambitions, I envied the geese flying south


    Each heading their separate ways, silhouettes fading into the distance


    Where is the future? Who will give me an answer?


    ..."@@novelbin@@


    Jiang Siming’s voice alternated between roaring and quiet sorrow, showcasing a subtle brilliance in technique that gave everyone a new appreciation for his singing skills.


    Coincidentally, JJ Lin was watching Jiang Siming’s livestream today. By the time he heard this verse, his emotions had been swept away by the song.


    Originally nning to y a few rounds of *Overwatch*, he silently closed the game and focused intently on the music streaming from Jiang Siming’s broadcast.


    "This guy is really something. He’s incredible," JJ Lin praised in his Taiwanese ent.


    The friend sitting next to him, who had been about to y games as well, nodded and added, "The speed at which this guy releases songs is insane. And he’s not even a professional singer, just an amateur hobbyist."


    "Just wait. This song is going to explode in poprity. Its rtability and emotional impact are off the charts—probably only my old ssics couldpete with it," JJ Lin said confidently.


    "Really? That exaggerated?" His friend was skeptical.


    "I really want to coborate with him on a song," JJ Lin said earnestly.