Back at the hotel, Zhou Yihang and Lan Yan separated.

After returning to the double room, Zhou Yihang looked at Wang Yu who was already lying down and playing with his cell phone, and asked curiously:

"Why are you laughing all the time when you look at your phone?"

"Brother Hang, I find that you really have no career aspirations!"

Wang Yu lay on the bed, crossing his legs, and saying these words were unconvincing.

"What's wrong with me? I'll give me such a big hat."

"Xiaolong posted the video of your singing online, and you didn't care about feedback."

"But I'm not popular," Zhou Yihang has a clear self-awareness of himself: "I have only a few fans, can I cause any waves?"

"Although we don't have many fans," Wang Yu said with a look of not insulting my brother: "It's so active! Brother Hang, especially your Douyin, the number of likes and comments is no different from those bigwigs who have 10,000 fans."

"Well, I'm very proud." Zhou Yihang smiled, but he still took out his cell phone and planned to take a look at how netizens evaluated him.

His TikTok was obviously posted by Zhao Youtang after he got the video, and the title looks very attractive:

"The handsome guy returns to the village and sings and crys for everyone!"

...Forget it, Zhou Yihang touched his forehead and warned himself that this newcomer was going to be a title party.

Just like writing a novel, you give a four-character book title and no one reads it at all.

The video was only an hour after it was posted, but the likes exceeded 10,000.

There are more than 500 comments, no wonder Wang Yu laughed out loud just now.

"The blogger I follow has updated! The familiar earthy title, handsome guy, you are so stupid!"

"I love the handsome guy in the country, okay? But I'm crying when I hear this song. The workers in big cities resonate so much!"

"Thank you for the big data, I actually discovered the treasure blogger! This melody, this lyrics, does not kill the songs in the top rankings? There is no end to the Chinese music scene!"

"I admit that I clicked it by the man who looked at the cover. But he sang well and I forgot to look at my face."

"I suddenly came to my hometown in the middle of the night. Oh, I feel sad after listening to this song. People who leave home really can't listen to this kind of song."

"Does I only sound like an inspirational song? Leave a message, hoping to get into your ideal university next year!"

Zhou Yihang looked at it one by one, and he would like to find interesting comments.

In a small room that was small but cleanly tidied, when the girl received the message reminder, she stood up in surprise.

She stared at the phone screen in disbelief and covered her mouth and said:

"Ahhhh, he actually liked my comment!"

A girl next to her turned her head and asked in confusion:

"Who did you say?"

"I, a singer I follow. He has a song in Penguin Music."

The girl was just an ordinary worker and shared a two-bedroom house with a few fellow villagers.

Living in a partitioned room, the girl gradually realized that life in big cities is far less brilliant than what she saw on TikTok and Xiaohongshu.

But when I returned to my hometown, I could only go to the factory, and the girl stayed.

That night she was lying on the bed and browsing Douyin as usual, which was the most relaxing time of her day.

Although there are always experts saying that watching Douyin every day will only make you fall into the information cocoon and you will lose the ability to think independently.

But the girl feels that this is far from the important thing to relax your brain after the day of work.

It was an accident to win Zhou Yihang.

Just like many people in the comments, she watched the video because of Zhou Yihang's face.

The logic of big data pushing Zhou Yihang may also be considered in terms of appearance.

But the moment Zhou Yihang spoke and sang, the girl was completely attracted by his voice.

She doesn't have the writing style of a music critic, she just feels that she hasn't heard such refreshing music for a long time.

The lyrics that hit the heart are sang from Zhou Yihang's mouth and then hit her heart hard.

When the girl reacted, the video had been played again, and her tears wet the screen.

At that moment, she missed homesickly.

...

The fellow villagers were surprised to hear the girl's answer:

"The singer you are following? Not to mention an ordinary netizen with only dozens of fans!"

"It must be true, do you really think she will be liked by a star?"

"The so-called songs posted on Penguin Music must be made up. Be careful, this person must be a liar!"

The girl didn't say anything, she silently opened the video and handed it to them:

"If you don't believe me, listen to it, it will definitely make you change. And he has 10,000 fans now!"

The girls were chattering and about to refute, but suddenly there was a sing of singing from their phones.

When Zhou Yihang's clear voice appeared, this somewhat cramped room seemed to be lit up instantly.

When he sang home, the girls all turned red with their eyes.

When Zhou Yihang said that success was not the goal, the girls nodded involuntarily and expressed their deep recognition.

When they finally saw the paper plane flying towards the audience, they had already shed tears.

This song has a deep touch on them, the people who came from distant towns and from all over the world to work in big cities.

"Don't say it, it's really good."

"Yes, push him to me on TikTok and I'll follow him too."

"He has other songs, right? I'll listen to them right away!"

So Zhou Yihang's two songs, even "The Dark" which was sung by Lan Eucalyptus, had a surge in the number of views and the number of listeners without any publicity.

Many people have watched this video from Douyin and went to listen to other songs from Zhou Yihang.

Naturally, keen people smelled the smell and began to silently pay attention to this newcomer who is still in the entertainment industry without traffic.

"A singer-songwriter, pushed by Tu Hui...is interesting. She looks good too."

...

When Zhou Yihang put down his phone, he was already sleepy.

"I'm asleep, maybe no one will scold me later, right?"

"It's not about Brother Hang," Wang Yu was very good at comforting people: "If someone is black, then you have to wait until you become famous. Let's be considered a 36th-tier artist at the moment."

"Thank you so much!" Zhou Yihang shouted: "I'm asleep! Where is my assistant, squeeze my legs!"

"Brother Hang, why don't my assistant ask you for a door-to-door service. Speaking of which, there is a small card at the door! The junior girl is next door. If she hears any movement..."

"You guys, hurry up and sleep with me!"

Lan Eucalyptus was sitting with another girl, watching an idol drama and crying silently.

"Why did he lose his memory!"

"Yes," Lan Yan sighed: "A such a good girl, but she has leukemia, which is so miserable!"
Chapter completed!