Zhuang Yun was a retired veteran. At thirty-seven, he had been out of the military for more than a decade.
There were roughly twenty-something comrades-in-arms living in his city.
They were usually all busy with their own lives.
Men their age had elderly parents above them and young children below them, all struggling uphill through life.
But every Army Day, without fail, they had to get together with their old comrades!
When a bunch of rough men got drunk, their traditional program was singing all kinds of military songs from their days in the service.
More often than not, they went from singing joyfully to crying their eyes out.
Though their military careers had only lasted a few short years, the impact on these men lasted a lifetime.
He quite liked the show Best Songwriter too.
Mainly because there were several gorgeous women to look at, and the songs they created were pretty good as well.
Especially Song Dao. He liked all of Song Dao's songs.
But he always felt something was missing.
They lacked something uplifting.
He sang that kind of music at karaoke too, but if he got drunk, he would definitely sing those songs from the barracks instead.
Those were the true signature songs of people like them.
Today's episode caught his attention.
He had never expected that a comrade-in-arms nearing the end of his extended service would write such a letter to the production team.
But then he became a little worried.
Could a youngster like Song Dao, who had probably never even set foot in a military camp, create a song for soldiers like them?
Though he did not post any comments or bullet chats, Zhuang Yun instinctively felt that this prompt was far too difficult for Song Dao!
At the same time, he could