August 13th, it was past one o'clock in the morning.

In the capital, the early morning night is still prosperous.

The carriages and horses were filled with people, and the voices were hyped like a boiling sound.

A very high-end private club, a middle-aged man in his suit and ties, was a little drunk and walked out with a staggering pace.

A man who was waiting at the door, who looked like a driver quickly walked forward, supported him, and asked with concern: "Mr. He, are you okay?"

"Xiao Li, I'm fine. I was drinking so happily today. Mr. Zhao placed two more big orders. Our company can issue a thick year-end bonus this year."

When the young driver heard the year-end bonus, he also showed a sincere smile on his face.

This year is his first year of work and he is working as an assistant to the big boss. I am afraid there will be a lot of bonuses at the end of the year. When he goes home for the New Year, his pockets will be bulging.

"Mr. He, I'll take you home."

He carefully helped the boss to sit in the spacious back seat of the Business Bentley, and carefully covered the boss with a blanket.

The cushions heated in advance and the heated carriages separate the cold winter wind from the outside, forming a warm little world.

Mr. He, who was sitting in the carriage, sighed with satisfaction, leaned against the back seat, closed his eyes and took a nap.

After venting heat on both hands and rubbing his hands that were a little frozen because he was waiting for the boss, Xiao Li also sat in the driver's seat.

The car started steadily, maintained a moderate constant speed, and drove onto the avenue.

After taking a nap, Mr. He, who had been a little more awake, opened his eyes halfway, pulled the blanket and changed into a comfortable lying position, muttering:

"Xiao Li, turn on the radio and listen, it's so quiet."

Mr. He, who was used to pushing cups and having sex, suddenly moved into such a quiet car, was a little uncomfortable.

"Okay, Mr. He."

While driving without squinting, Xiao Li reached out and skillfully turned on the on-board radio station and transferred to a late-night song channel.

"Dear listeners on the way, good evening, this is fm81.4, the late night channel of City Voice."

"No matter whether you are a long-distance passenger driver on the road, a transportation driver, or just finished your day's work and on the way home, don't feel lonely. The sound of the city will accompany you on a long journey."

"Oh, the director received a song."

"Miss Chen from Kuncheng wants to order a song "The Wrangler" by singer Yam Yeung to give it to her father who is running long distance transportation."

"Then, a song by Yang Wei's "The Wrangler" is given to this Miss Chen's father. I wonder if you are listening to our channel."

The radio host's magnetic voice resounded in the carriage.

The melodious singing sounded, and the driver Xiao Li would hum a few words from time to time.

"In this era, who would still listen to such an old song "The Wrangler"?" Mr. He, who was half-squinting in the back row, smiled and felt a little moved.

This song is a little old for him, an uncle in his forties, and he didn't expect to hear it on the radio.

Xiao Li smiled naively: "The classic and old songs that have lasting forever will be listened to by anyone no matter what era."

"Oh, I didn't see it. Xiao Li, you have a good mindset. Don't young people like that nowadays... idol? My daughter chases a boy group every day, and it looks bad."

Mr. He immediately opened up his conversation and criticized the current pop music scene, as if all the music today is worthless.

People from different eras have completely different musical aesthetics. When young people think that some songs are good nowadays, Mr. He is simply an insult to his ears.

Between Mr. He’s complaints, the song of “The Wrangler” also came to an end.

The radio host's voice rang again.

"I haven't heard the song "The Wrangler" for a long time. The classics are never out of date. Even if I haven't listened to it for a long time, I still listen to it now, and it's still very good."

"But the music industry is always moving forward, and all kinds of new songs are always coming out."

"Next, let's listen to a new song that was just released today."

"The first title song from the new album "Over the Hill" by the famous singer Li Zonggang, "The Hill"!"

"This song has sparked heated discussions on the Internet in the past week, and many netizens are looking forward to the release of this song."

"Just because the creator of this song is the lead singer of the band that is open, Ye Weiyang!"

"Perhaps many listeners who don't usually watch variety shows may not be familiar with the name Ye Weiyang, but I believe everyone has heard the songs of the band to a greater or lesser extent."

"The songs such as "Bicycle", "Stubborn", "Youthful and Promising" and "Time Machine" that our channel previously released came from this new band!"

"Okay, let's enjoy it together. Let's enjoy this song "Hill" composed by Ye Weiyang, the lead singer of the Broadband, and sung by Li Zonggang!"

Mr. He's half-closed eyes immediately opened.

Li Zonggang, his hot era happened to be when Mr. He was twenty or thirty years old, when he was young.

Although it is not a childhood memory, he basically spent it while listening to Li Zonggang's music in his youth.

However, in the past five years, this old singer has been silent and has rarely heard of entertainment news about him.

As Mr. He became bigger and bigger, his work became busier and he rarely paid attention to the entertainment industry or listened to music.

But when I heard this familiar name, I still felt a little nostalgic.

"Li Zonggang, I haven't listened to his songs for a long time."

Mr. He sighed, and Xiao Li immediately raised the sound of the radio station a little tactfully, so that Mr. He, who was sitting in the back row, could clearly hear it.

A piano solo sounded first.

Each note is very long, and each note has a full ending sound. Suddenly, a feeling of slight melancholy and sadness lingers in the carriage.

"I want to say but haven't said it yet, there are still many more."

"I'm saving up because I want to write a song"

"May people sing gently and remember it lightly"

"Even if I finally forgot, it's worth it."

Many times in life, aren’t it just a matter of wanting to speak but stopping?

Mr. He smiled knowingly, he understood this feeling.

But in just four short lyrics, Li Zonggang's words were told about them but stopped.

"Maybe my thoughts will come together in a river for luck"

"Then we both ended at each other and looked at the winding river, and finally dared to take the initiative."

"Smile, face the difficulties of life"

"Good word!"

Mr. He cheered loudly in his heart.

Maybe the words "and "lucky" are used too much!

Maybe it was a lucky sign that this matter was not actually achieved!

Then, it is an illusion to be able to face the difficulties of life with a smile!

It's just pretending to be strong and avoiding others from seeing you.

"Maybe we're never mature"

"I haven't realized it yet, I'm about to grow old."

"Although the one who lives in my heart is still the same."

"young people"

"Look back frequently because of uneasiness"

"Ask for ignorance, ashamed of seeking help"

"Tiredly climbing every hill"

A lyrics that are not very gorgeous, not too crafted, are extremely colloquial, are like friends lyrics in front of you.

But every word can be written to the fullest mood and can touch the heart every minute.

The warm and vicissitudes of music, just with the lyrics, made Mr. He think of many of his own stories.

He remembered his hardest days.

Thinking of love and hate in those days.

Thinking of those heart-wrenching losses.

I remembered what I had incomprehension and powerless about life and people.

I remembered the swearing to leave but ended up being nostalgic.

I couldn't help but sigh and sigh, and even felt like I was crying.

"Across the hills, even though my head is white."

"The sorrow that I don't give me when I chatter"

"I haven't seen immortality yet"
To be continued...