I'm busking on the streets with my kid, and my domineering CEO is helping me break into the mus

The wind blows, the flowers fall to the ground.

Not a trace of pity could be found.

Drifting, drifting, drifting across thousands of miles

I'm anxiously waiting for your return...

The song echoed throughout Times Square, both inside and out, poignant and sorrowful.

Fu Qingyang's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the gray iron gate.

The usual quiet and cold atmosphere is gone.

His former composure was gone.

Stumbling and staggering forward, like a drunkard.

Even after falling many times, he would struggle to get up.

A passage no more than a hundred meters long turned out to be as difficult as rock climbing for him.

He had been searching for this song for over a decade.

To complete this piece, they visited hundreds of well-known lyricists and composers, spending nearly 100 million yuan.

Unfortunately, it still doesn't reach the perfection I envisioned.

Unexpectedly, the melody I'd been longing for was heard here...

Overwhelmed by a mix of emotions, Fu Qingyang lost control...

...

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Yang Xue listened to the slow feedback from the system and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

But the audience response was even lower than she expected; not a single person resonated with it.

Although it's from a long time ago, she really enjoyed listening to this song.

"Perhaps it's because this song is too melancholic..."

"Or perhaps the lyrics need to be savored slowly..."

Yang Xue sang while comforting herself.

"A Cloud Made of Rain in the Wind" is a classic song sung by Meng Tingwei in 1993.

It was a nationwide hit at the time, sung in every street and alley, and even appeared on the Spring Festival Gala. It was a favorite of those born in the 60s and 70s.

People back then were not as open about love as they are today.

Therefore, lyrics about love are very subtle, possessing a kind of impressionistic beauty.

The lyrics are an elegant and ethereal poem, using changes in the weather to subtly and figuratively express inner emotions and feelings.

The phrase "a cloud made of rain in the wind" is repeatedly mentioned. Seeing rain reminds one of tears, and using clouds as a medium evokes thoughts of people.

The vivid metaphor highlights the extreme sadness of a person.

It also uses the interaction between wind and rain, employing techniques such as "drifting" and "blowing" to express a person's helplessness, confusion, grievances, and other emotions.

For Fu Qingyang, this was exactly the emotion he felt upon hearing this song.

Finally, Fu Qingyang pushed open the cold iron door.

The spacious and bright square, along with the clearer singing, surrounded me.

Fu Qingyang was already in tears...

As the music played, he finally remembered everything he had forgotten...

It turns out that it's not just the world that's suffering from amnesia, but also oneself...

[Ding! Kagura flashback activated, bonus points: 500]

A cool system notification sounded in Yang Xue's ears. She was startled for a moment, then began searching her surroundings.

A silent rant ran through my head:

"Holy crap... Either don't come at all, or come with huge breasts?"

"Which divine being was moved by my words...?"

The next second, Yang Xue's vision was completely blank.

A cloud made of rain floats in the wind, a cloud made of rain.

[Everything I see is you, like a cloud made of rain in the wind...]

Following the familiar singing, Yang Xue arrived at a small garden.

The weather was warm and sunny.

A woman in a white gauze dress came into Yang Xue's view.

She has delicate features, gentle eyes, and long, flowing black hair.

At this moment, she is sitting on a swing chair, playing and singing with her guitar.

To her left, a boy of about 12 years old nestled in her arms, listening quietly.

He looked somewhat like a woman, but his eyes were sharper and more expressive.

Yang Xue looked at the little boy's silhouette and vaguely felt that he looked familiar.

Mom, this song sounds so sad...

Are you unhappy?

The little boy pouted and asked softly, his tone tinged with a hint of frustration.

The woman gently stroked the boy's cheek and said with a tender smile:

Qingyang... Mom is always happy and joyful when she's with you.

However, all Mom remembers now is this song.

The boy thought for a while and then asked:

Is this song from the world my mom talked about...?

The woman gave a bitter smile but did not answer.

She took a deep breath, looked up at the blue sky ahead, and continued to pluck the strings.

But instead of singing, she began to pour out her bitterness to the air.

Ah, if only God had given me a music system instead.

I can bring all kinds of joy to everyone...

Instead of endless backstabbing and infighting...

Even someone as emotionally stable as Yang Xue was stunned by what she heard.

The amount of information they revealed is just too damn much...

"This woman is like me...? She's also a time traveler?"

"And we come from the same world?"

Before Yang Xue could finish thinking, the sky suddenly changed, followed by a strong wind.

The woman immediately shielded her son and ran back.

Oh no, the weather has changed!

Qingyang, let's go home quickly!

"Mom, but the flowers you planted are still outside!"

[Never mind that, Qingyang! Let's go back!]

The sandstorm instantly obscured Yang Xue's vision.

The wind blows, the flowers fall to the ground.

Not a trace of pity could be found.

Drifting, drifting, drifting across thousands of miles

I eagerly await your return.

As the mournful and poignant song sang, Yang Xue heard the sound of a police siren again.

When Yang Xue regained her vision, she found herself on an unfamiliar highway.

She was surrounded by people, their faces contorted with distress, each pointing and gesturing at what lay before them.

When Yang Xue looked back again, her heart skipped a beat.

It was the same woman, now lying on the ground covered in blood, with several scratches on her body.

On her abdomen was a horrific, fatal laceration, from which blood was gushing out.

[Mom! Mom, wake up!]

Mom, please don't leave me!

【do not leave Me!!】

The boy knelt beside her, his eyes filled with confusion and helplessness.

She kept pushing and calling out to the woman.

Yang Xue's heart skipped a beat, guessing that the woman was probably not going to make it.

Perhaps driven by intense emotions, the woman slowly opened her eyes.

A hand, mixed with blood and sand, slowly reached towards the boy's face.

The little boy quickly grasped his mother's hand, his eyes filled with both hope and despair.

The woman seemed to be trying to force a smile, but her eyes welled up with tears first.

His eyes were full of pity and reluctance.

It's alright, Qingyang...

Next, Mom... might be going on a trip to a very, very far place...

The boy shook his head frantically, repeatedly saying:

【I'm not leaving!】

[Mom, don't go!]

Please, don't leave me... I won't be playful anymore, and I won't fight anymore!

The woman gave a helpless and bitter smile.

It's okay, honey...

This will all pass soon.

As she spoke, a white light suddenly emanated from the woman's body.

At the same time, Yang Xue couldn't help but hear a series of jarring, stuttering notification sounds.

"hiss..."

Yang Xue hissed, feeling a sharp pain in her head.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment, and the boy's expression became blank.

The woman gazed silently at the boy's handsome face, her voice choked with emotion as she murmured:

Mom really doesn't want to see you sad and upset...

I don't want you to be filled with sad memories.

Let Mom take them with her...

Don't worry, you won't be alone. Take good care of yourself...

As soon as the words were spoken, a beam of light dissipated, and the world returned to normal.

Looking at the boy again, he stared blankly at the corpse in front of him, his eyes cold and clear as if he were a different person.