When Yue Pengfei and his friends walked to the beach they used to pass by on their way to and from school.
They chose to sit in front of the beach, feeling the sea breeze and chatting freely about their future plans.
So talked about applying to their dream universities, so planned to apply to prestigious universities in Beijing, Shanghai, or Guangzhou, while others, disappointed with their results, said they wanted to retake the exams.
Everyone had their own thoughts and plans.
"Pengfei, you have the best grades. Which school are you planning to apply to?" his classmates asked Yue Pengfei.
Yue Pengfei lowered his head and said, "My parents plan to send
abroad for studies."
"No way! So jealous! That ans you'll definitely have a bright future."
"Studying abroad, huh? I've dread about it, but my grades are too bad."
"Don't forget about us when you make it big, haha."
Only the girl he secretly liked, Ru Hua, asked, "Pengfei, if you go abroad, will you still be able to co back often?"
Yue Pengfei gave a bitter smile and said, "My parents are moving with
to settle in Singapore. In the future… I probably won't have many chances to return."
As soon as he said that, everyone fell silent.
Yue Pengfei wanted to say sothing, but no words ca out.
Just then, his phone in his pocket suddenly rang. It was a ssage from an online friend he had t while watching live streams on Douyu whenever he got bored of studying.
The ssage told him that Jiang Siming was about to sing.
Yue Pengfei usually enjoyed listening to Jiang Siming's songs, which even made studying feel more motivating.
He hadn't planned to watch the stream at this mont, but after thinking about it, he clicked on it just in ti for the song to begin.
He intended to keep the volu low and listen by himself, but Ru Hua, sitting beside him, heard it and asked, "Is that Jiang Siming's voice? Put it on speaker, I love his songs too."
Hearing this, Yue Pengfei turned the volu up to the maximum.
A group of just-turned-eighteen-year-olds sat on the beach, where only the sound of waves could be heard, listening to Jiang Siming's singing from the phone.
The more they listened, the heavier their hearts beca.
The first to lose control was a girl—she cried.
Then, like an infection, the emotions spread. More and more girls started crying, including Yue Pengfei's crush, Ru Hua.
Even many of the boys couldn't help but wipe away their tears.
Just three minutes ago, they had been passionately discussing their future goals and dreams.
But now, their excitent had turned to ashes.
All that remained was the song, amplifying their feelings of farewell, growing until they all realized—
They were about to part ways with the classmates they held dearest.
Tears welling up, Yue Pengfei turned to look at each of his friends sitting beside him.
Among them was the one who used to tap him on the back and run away, the one who always hid their own howork, the one who kept watch for teachers while he goofed around.
There was the one who helped him draw all over the blackboard, the one who supported him after a long-distance race, the one who lent him a shoulder when he was feeling down.
There was the one he could talk to endlessly every day.
And there was the one… he had secretly loved all along.
Now, they were all going their separate ways.
A few exam papers had scattered them apart.
And with them, scattered three years of their youth.
The teachers always said that three years of high school would pass in the blink of an eye.
None of them had taken it seriously.
But they never expected those three years to truly feel like a fleeting mont.
Thinking back to when they first stepped into high school, it felt like just yesterday.
And now, they were about to say goodbye—
To the more than a thousand days and nights they had spent studying, laughing, and crying together.
The sumr classrooms where they sweated together, the school playground where they did morning exercises—all of these were gradually fading from their lives.
It wasn't until it was already late at night that many of their parents started calling, urging them to go ho.
Only then did they have no choice but to say goodbye and leave. But the carefree happiness from before was gone, leaving only loss and reluctance.
Yue Pengfei also had to go ho. Just then, Ru Hua, who was sitting beside him, suddenly spoke.
"Pengfei, after these three years of high school, is there anything you want to say to ?"
Yue Pengfei was stunned. He remained silent for a long ti before finally clenching his fists and saying, "Take care."
In Yue Pengfei's heart, he knew he was about to go abroad, and he might not even have the chance to return once a year.
He liked Ru Hua, but he didn't want to hold her back.
Ru Hua froze for two seconds, then forced a smile and replied, "Take care."
Just like that, two young and naive hearts turned away from each other, disappearing into the dim light of the streetlamps by the seaside, drifting farther and farther apart until even their shadows were gone.
Only the sound of the endless waves remained, washing over the shore again and again, as if trying to cleanse away everything that had happened here...
Jiang Siming's song, just like *Old Boy*, had unknowingly brought countless people to tears that night.
The next day, when Jiang Siming recorded the song and uploaded it to major music platforms—
It skyrocketed to second place on the music charts with unstoppable montum.
Only *Old Boy* remained far ahead in first place, with *Goodbye* following closely behind. In terms of reputation and popularity, it was just as strong as *Old Boy*.
Coinciding with graduation season, the song's rise was even faster than *Old Boy's*.
Countless high school seniors, middle school graduates, and college seniors resonated deeply with the song, shedding tears as they listened.
In schools everywhere, the song was played and shared.
By the ti middle school students graduated, they would probably be able to sing it as a full-class chorus...
Once again, Jiang Siming had proven his strength as a rising online singer, earning renewed recognition from the Chinese music industry!
At the production team of *I Am a Singer*—
"For the next episode, I think we should invite him as a challenger. Director, don't hesitate," the deputy director said to Hong Tao, the chief director.
Hong Tao thought for a mont, still uncertain. "I'm worried that an internet singer might freeze up on stage and underperform. If that happens, our show will beco a joke."
"No way. This guy isn't just anyone—he's the new chairman of Huayi, and he just participated in *Go Fighting!* with great reviews. Don't be fooled by his age—his experience might not be any less than ours. He can definitely handle it," the deputy director argued.
Hong Tao found the reasoning convincing but still hesitated. "But will he accept our invitation? And our show's audience is mostly older—will they be able to accept him?"
"How will we know if we don't try? We'll invite him as a guest challenger. If he's not suitable, he won't even last one episode. But with his current popularity, he's definitely worth inviting. Whether he accepts or not depends on how sincere we are."
"Alright, let's go with him. Get in touch with him as soon as possible. As for the paynt, we can offer a higher rate—I'll submit the request to the station," Hong Tao finally decided.
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