From a freeloader to a world leader

When you are old, your hair turns white and you become sleepy.

When you are old and can no longer walk, take a nap by the fire and reminisce about your youth.

How many people have loved you in your youth and admired your beauty.

Whether it is false or true, there is only one person who still loves your pious soul and the wrinkles on your old face.

When you are old, your brows are drooping, the lights are dim, the wind blows over, and your news is the song in my heart.

When you are old, your hair turns white and you become sleepy. When you are old and can no longer walk, you take a nap by the fire and recall your youth.

How many people have loved you in your youth and admired your beauty, whether false or true, but only one person still loves your pious soul and the wrinkles on your old face.

When I am old, with drooping eyebrows, the lights are dim, the wind blows over, and your news is the song in my heart.

When I am old, I really hope that this song is sung for you-------

As Sun Shan sang slowly and affectionately, and as he played the guzheng while reminiscing with tears in his eyes, the entire Jun Youlai Restaurant was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

In addition, there was a faint sobbing sound-----

Yang Keyin couldn't help humming along, looking at the scholar on the stage with a ponytail and a blue shirt, who was singing with tears streaming down her face as the music played, and she didn't know why.

I started crying too, and my heart ached inexplicably.

As Sun Shan played and sang, he flew across the world in front of him and returned to his mother's side a thousand years later.

Does mom miss me?

Will mom be lonely without me?

Without me, has my mother grown old and gradually developed gray hair?

Sun Shan didn't know how long he had been singing until his heart felt so empty that he could no longer hold on.

"Boom!"

The guzheng broke at the sound.

Then, in the entire restaurant of several hundred square meters, there was silence, and everyone was crying.

Perhaps, he was thinking about his life, from his youth to the loss as he grew older and older.

Perhaps, he was thinking of his lover who was getting older and white-frosted.

Maybe, it's because I think of my own aging parents who are no longer alive-----

Finally, someone couldn't hold back the sadness and burst into tears.

Then he stood up, covered his face with his hands, and rushed out of the restaurant.

Then, one by one, some were crying, some were looking sad, and they all walked out of the restaurant silently.

This kind of scene attracted the residents of Hengzhou Prefecture who gathered around the Jun Youlai Restaurant to watch the fun and to find out what performances the Xiucai group had performed today.

Everyone was stunned!

How is this going?

Why did they all come out with gloomy faces or tears in their eyes, completely devoid of the usual cheerfulness?

Finally, someone saw an old friend and pulled him aside: "Brother Li, what's wrong with you guys today? You all look so unhappy, has something happened?"

Old Li looked at his neighbor who was holding him. He was only in his 40s, but half of his hair was white. He felt even sadder. He pursed his lips and choked with sobs: "It's Xiucai's mother's birthday today. Xiucai sang a song for her-----"

As he spoke, his heart ached even more. He shook off his neighbor's hand and wanted to leave.

I want to go home and have a good sleep-----

"Brother Lao Li, please finish what you are saying. You are telling me half the story and leaving the other half unsaid. Are you trying to drive me crazy?" Then he desperately grabbed Lao Li and said, "Hurry up and tell me. If you don't, I will never let you go------"

At this time, other people who had heard it and were also curious gathered around and said, "Brother Li, just tell us something. Aren't you the one who usually talks so happily? Why don't you sing a song for us today?"

It turns out that Old Li, with white hair on his temples, is a fan of the Xiucai band. He comes to watch their performances every day, rain or shine.

Then, after leaving the restaurant.

We also need to put on a colorful performance for those fans who don't have the money or time to go in and watch.

Gradually, he also had his own followers.

Every day when he came out of the restaurant, someone would pull him aside and show off his imitation skills.

"Today, Shanzhong Xiucai specially wrote two songs for his mother. One is Happy Birthday and the other is When You Are Old------"

"That's great, Brother Li. We think you're the best imitator. Can you do another one?"

"I'm not in the mood today."

Old Li touched his gray temples and sighed weakly, "The talent of the scholar in the mountains is really beyond my reach. I feel so tired today. I just want to go back and take a nap."

"How can listening to music be tiring? Brother Li, are you kidding me?"

"You know nothing-----"

Old Li glared at a young man who had no common feelings with him and could not empathize with him. He looked at his black hair, shook his sleeves vigorously, and rushed out of the encirclement.

In Box No. 1, Yang Yuanqing looked at the girls who were crying with sorrowful faces, and glared at Sun Shan who was helping his mother leave with a mixture of anger and amusement: "What a jerk this boy is. He was singing well, and his mother should be happy on her birthday. But singing a song like this, isn't it making people feel uncomfortable?"

"Father-----"

Yang Kexin held back her inexplicable sadness, her bright eyes showing a spring-like melancholy: "This is art, don't you think it's particularly beautiful and touching?"

"It sounds nice, but it makes people uncomfortable."

"Isn't this the art you mentioned? Don't you usually pursue this kind of feeling?" Yang Kexin muttered, and stood up weakly: "Father, let's go back."

"Okay, let's go. This kid has ruined my mood-----"

Yang Yuanqing took a sip of the five-spice tea he brought from the palace, stood up and walked out, while instructing the eunuch in charge beside him: "Go, give that kid a reward and ask him to reserve the best seat for him in three days. By the way, find out how they arranged it."

"Okay, my lord."

Li Lianying looked at the prince's face, then at the expressions of the two princesses, and responded obediently. Then, after thinking for a while, he said, "Prince, the day after tomorrow seems to be Master Ke Xin's birthday. Do we have any arrangements?"

These words made Yang Yuanqing come back to his senses.

Yes, three days later, it happened to be my daughter’s birthday.

He couldn't help but look at his daughter who had also come to her senses and looked shy and yearning: "Ke Xin, is there anything you like? I'll let Xiao Li arrange it for you."

"I, I-----"

Yang Kexin snorted twice, and then blinked her big watery eyes shyly: "Nothing special, I want to see some operas that are happier and have more connotations."

"Okay, that's easy!"

Seeing his daughter happy, Yang Yuanqing readily agreed on behalf of Sun Shan, and then instructed Li Lianying: "Little Li, go tell that brat to make it more lively that night, and it would be best if he could sing and dance. I heard that he dances very well, but why didn't I see him today?"

"Okay, my Lord, I'll tell him in a moment. Is there anything else you want to do?"

"Also, I want him to sing Happy Birthday to me ten times in one breath on the stage-----"

This made Yang Kexin shy, and she pulled Yang Yuanqing's sleeve: "Father, don't sing so much-----"

"Just sing it ten times. My baby is already sixteen this year. From now on------"

Having said that, Yang Yuanqing stopped talking.

In the Sui Empire, girls over the age of sixteen could get married!