More and more people gathered around.
Complex fingerpicking techniques and chord changes flowed effortlessly beneath his hands.
The rhythm gradually swelled, like waves of wheat surging across the wilderness before a coming storm.
"BGM: I once crossed mountains and seas, and passed through seas of people—"
Tang Song swayed gently with the rhythm, his voice clean and clear, yet carrying a richness and steadiness that did not match his age.
The crude guitar and ordinary speakers were still immensely captivating.
He held the guitar, his features open and relaxed. The artistic air about him mingled with the easygoing freedom he revealed without intending to, giving off a heart-pounding charm.
Soft cries and exclamations rose one after another from the crowd.
Camera flashes and phone screens lit up in succession.
Xie Shuyu stood amid the crowd, her gaze gradually growing unfocused as moisture welled in her eyes.
Her slender fingers unconsciously tightened around the hem of her coat. Reason told her to remain calm and reserved, but her heart rose and fell with the melody, pounding heavily against her chest.
Memories of youth churned endlessly through her mind.
She, too, had experienced those innocent stirrings of first love on campus, wild late nights singing karaoke, and days when she had listened to music in a dim Rental House just to force herself to keep going.
At this moment, Tang Song seemed to have stirred her entire youth into fragments, then lit it anew.
In that instant, she finally seemed to feel it—a clear, profound love.
Her heart had never stirred so fiercely.
Love truly seemed to possess some kind of magic.
For instance, she had never imagined that she would allow a man to pull her behind a roadside tree and freely take liberties with her.
Nor had she ever imagined