After Jun Wangchen stopped playing the guitar, the entire venue fell silent.
Everyone's eyes converged on Jun Wangchen. They had so much they wanted to say, yet they had no idea where to begin.
The sound of Jun Wangchen's guitar seemed to touch the souls deep within them, playing out their entire lives.
"You sang beautifully. Thank you for giving voice to what's in my heart!" A slightly chubby young man in the crowd, his eyes reddened, quietly began to clap.
His applause was like a fuse, setting off a thunderous wave of applause that rolled on without end.
Meanwhile, the viewers in the livestream flooded the screen with gifts and comments, their eyes brimming with tears.
"Foodie Bro's music really breaks your heart. I'm struggling to make a living far from home, tiptoeing around my boss every day and doing filthy, exhausting work. I can't see any hope in life. Sometimes, I really don't want to keep going. Thank you, Foodie Bro, for comforting my soul."
"Foodie Bro really sang me to tears. My whole life has been just like the melody he played. When I needed other people's experience and guidance most, everyone kept their mouths shut. But once I'd struggled my way through and finally had some vague ideas and plans for my future, suddenly everyone had advice and lectures to give.
"Maybe my ideas weren't mature or perfect, but they were my choices. So now that the dust is about to settle, I don't need your advice and lectures.
"I want someone to grow alongside me, not teach me how to grow. I want them to be my sunshine when I'm most helpless, not the dark clouds blocking it!"
"You're bound to meet a certain kind of man in life: he's incredibly smooth-talking, seems to understand