msmithbooks Chapter 61 The light of dawn will pierce through the darkness
Chapter 61 The light of dawn will pierce through the darkness
In Shanghai, Li Xuan listened to the school song with a blank expression, wearing headphones.
"Maybe this is how the world is."
I'm still on my way.
No one can tell
Perhaps I can only remain silent.
Tears welled up in my eyes
... "
He had to admit—it was a good song.
The melody is grand, the lyrics are profound, and the choral arrangement is very layered. Especially the last part, when the harmony of sixty people comes together, has a heart-stirring power.
But the more he felt this way, the more distressed he became.
On what grounds?
Why is it that Wang Bo can even write such a good school song?
Three minutes have passed.
The first music review on Weibo read: "Holy crap! Is this a school song? This is fucking epic!"
The second comment: "I cried, I really cried. As someone who graduated ten years ago, I was completely overwhelmed when I heard 'Maybe this is how the world is, and I'm still on my way.'"
Article 3: "Who is Wang Bo? He writes great pop songs, great poetry, and even a school song like this?"
Fourthly: "The students of this college are so lucky! This is absolutely the best school song I've ever heard, bar none!"
Article 5: "@My alma mater, look at their school song! Then look at yours, hurry up and contact Wang Bo!"
Su Xiaoxiao stared at the rapidly increasing number of views, shares, and comments on the screen and breathed a deep sigh of relief.
exploded.
It's really exploded.
It's not a small fire, it's a huge explosion.
Within ten minutes of its release, it garnered over a million views.
Within half an hour, #YourAnswer# became the second most searched topic, #WangBoSchoolSong# became the third, and #OthersSchoolSongs# became the seventh.
In the conference room, Dean Chen's hands trembled as he watched the congratulatory messages popping up on his phone screen.
The vice principal patted him on the shoulder, his eyes a little red: "Old Chen, we made the right choice."
Yes, you made the right choice.
Believe in professionalism, believe in sincerity, and believe that genuine emotions can touch people's hearts.
In the Western Regions, Zhou Yuji jumped up inside the tent, completely disregarding the constraints of her sleeping bag: "Awesome! Wang Bo is awesome!"
Then she opened WeChat and sent Wang Bo a series of "Ahhhhhh" and exclamation marks.
In his rented room in Shanghai, Li Xuan sat blankly in front of the computer, watching the enthusiastic praise on the screen, watching Wang Bo stand in the light once again.
His scheduled rant on Weibo was posted precisely at 12:05.
Then it was immediately submerged in a sea of positive reviews, receiving only three comments.
How much does one online troll cost?
"Is this blogger a lemon come to life?"
Jealousy makes people ugly.
Li Xuan turned off the computer, lay back on the bed, and covered his head with the blanket.
He didn't want to watch anymore.
Seriously, I don't want to watch it at all.
That same afternoon, at 2:30.
Study area at Lin'an City Library.
Chen Ming was wearing headphones, with a thick set of postgraduate entrance exam math problems spread out in front of him. He had been sitting there for six hours, from eight in the morning until now, and had only eaten a piece of bread.
The song "Your Answer" was playing in his headphones. He was a senior at Lin'an Normal University.
"Maybe this is how the world is, and I'm still on my way..." Upon hearing this sentence, Chen Ming's pen stopped.
He looked up at the other students in the study room who were engrossed in their studies.
Everyone is on their own path.
Whether it's preparing for postgraduate entrance exams, taking civil service exams, job hunting, or going abroad, everyone faces different pressures and different kinds of confusion.
Chen Ming is taking the postgraduate entrance exam this year, applying to a popular major at a top university.
He knew how fierce the competition was, how low the success rate was, and what he would face if he failed the exam.
The parents said, "If you don't pass the exam, come home. There are twenty or thirty acres of land left uncultivated by relatives who have gone to work in the city."
My friends said, "Why are you working so hard? Just do enough."
Only he himself knew that he didn't want "good enough"; he wanted the "best answer."
But this road is too difficult to travel.
It's hard for him to often suffer from insomnia at night, hard for him to suddenly break down halfway through doing his homework, and hard for him to sometimes think: Maybe I should just give up?
But when Chen Ming heard this song, when the choir sang "Facing the wind, embracing the rainbow, and bravely moving forward," he felt a lump in his throat.
7 PM, on a subway line 3.
Zhang Wei squeezed into the crowd, carrying her laptop bag in one hand and gripping the handrail with the other, looking utterly exhausted.
She worked overtime again today, marking her third consecutive week of working 996 (9am-9pm, 6 days a week).
The company is currently rushing to complete a project, and she is in charge of it. She is under so much pressure that she relies on coffee to keep going every day.
I didn't fall asleep until 3 a.m. yesterday, and I got up again at 7 a.m. this morning. Now I can even fall asleep while standing.
The song "Your Answer" was playing randomly in my headphones.
Zhang Wei opened her eyes, which had been closed.
She wasn't a student, nor was she a fan of Wang Bo; she just happened to overhear it.
At that moment, she felt as if she had been struck.
"Perhaps I can only remain silent, tears welling in my eyes, yet I am unwilling to be weak..." Hearing this, Zhang Wei's eyes truly welled up with tears.
She recalled how she had been driven to the brink of collapse by the client's unreasonable demands the day before, and how she had secretly cried in the bathroom before wiping away her tears and continuing to revise the plan.
I remember my mom calling last week to ask when I was coming home to visit. She said she was busy and would wait until this project was finished.
Mom said, "Don't push yourself too hard; your health is important."
She said, "I know, I know."
"The light of dawn will cross the darkness and break through all fear. I can find the answer..." As the chorus began, Zhang Wei raised her head and tried hard to hold back her tears.
Can't cry.
When the train arrived at its destination, she squeezed out of the carriage with the crowd and exited the subway.
She passed a convenience store on the way, went in, bought a bottle of water, and also bought a small box of chocolates.
When she went to pay, the cashier noticed her red and swollen eyes and asked cautiously, "Are you alright?"
Zhang Wei paused for a moment, then smiled: "It's nothing, it's just... I heard a good song."
As she walked out of the convenience store, she tore open the chocolate wrapper, broke off a small piece, and put it in her mouth.
Perhaps that's just how the world is, and she's still on her way.
Perhaps there won't be a perfect answer, but at least she's still searching.
She put her headphones back on, and "Your Answer" started playing again.
This time, she hummed along softly to the melody.
"Facing the wind, embracing the rainbow, bravely moving forward..."
Lin'an, Xiaoyi Culture Media.
At nine o'clock in the evening, Su Xiaoxiao finally finished dealing with all the work emails and slumped into her office chair.
The computer screen displayed the final data for "Your Answer": Within nine hours of its release, it had garnered over 20 million views across all platforms, topping the New Song Chart, Hot Song Chart, and Rising Song Chart, and its Weibo hashtag had exceeded 100 million views.
It exploded, it exploded completely.
What surprised her even more was that the song received ridiculously good reviews.
Not only do students like it, but many alumni and even students from other schools are sharing it, saying "I envy other people's schools."
The school has already called three times to express their gratitude. The vice principal was so excited that he was incoherent, saying that this was the best gift the school had ever received.
In the city, in countless corners, in countless headphones, "Your Answer" is still playing on repeat.
At the foot of the snow-capped mountains in the Western Regions, Zhou Yuji sent Wang Bo a WeChat message: "Little Wang, you're famous again, congratulations. But I want to tell you something."
"Um?"
"When will you..." Zhou Yuji typed, paused, then deleted it and rewrote: "I want you to write me love poems!"
send.
A few seconds later, Wang Bo replied: "Sister Zhou, didn't I already write it?"
"You wrote one for Yiyi too, and it was even better than the one you wrote for me!"
"Well... I'll think about it."
"How long do you need to consider?"
"Let's wait until winter," Wang Bo replied, "when you come back and warm my bed."