The Journey to Godhood in Another World

At the entrance of the Huaxi Recording Studio, Ke Shiyin gripped the sheet music tightly, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

Luo Li said in a low voice, "Sister Shiyin, don't be nervous. You've already practiced the sheet music very well, so there won't be any problems."

Ke Shiyin took a deep breath and nodded slightly, her eyes revealing a hint of determination and resolve.

Pushing open the door, the recording studio was softly lit and brightly lit, with various equipment gleaming with the unique luster of metal, like silent guardians.

The staff bustled about, adjusting the instruments, and a faint buzzing sound of electricity emanated from them.

Ke Shiyin slowly walked to the designated spot, where the only sound was the soft breathing of the other two.

The music began softly, like a clear spring flowing through a tranquil valley.

Ke Shiyin closed her eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and the melodious prelude seemed to take her across the river of time.

At first, her voice trembled slightly, like a traveler groping in the dark, cautiously probing.

Luo Li stood to the side, her hands clasped tightly, her eyes full of encouragement and expectation. She silently cheered for Ke Shiyin in her heart.

“When I was a child, I often heard people say that the woman with bound feet was a grandmother trapped in the deep mountains.” Ke Shiyin’s singing gradually became calm, and a blurry image appeared in her mind: in that remote and secluded deep mountain, in a dilapidated courtyard, a hunched grandmother was sitting at the door, her rough hands busy.

The courtyard was filled with the faint smell of firewood smoke, a scent of life and the sedimentation of time.

She seemed to see her grandmother in her youth, with delicate features but also a hint of helplessness and confusion. In that traditional era, the trajectory of fate had already been quietly determined, and she could only accept it silently.

Luo Li frowned slightly, a feeling of sympathy for the fate of women in the old era welling up in her heart.

She couldn't help but recall the stories she had read, how countless women, bound by feudal ethics, lost their right to choose and could only drift along in the vortex of fate.

As the melody progresses, the lyrics "Smoke drifts by, the firewood used for cooking bends her back, and it's not just the firewood that bends her" unfold like a vivid painting.

Ke Shiyin's singing voice became deep and powerful, and her body leaned forward slightly, as if one could feel the hardship of her grandmother's hard work day after day and year after year.

In that simple kitchen, Grandma was busy amidst the swirling smoke. The firelight illuminated her wrinkled face, and her worn clothes were soaked with sweat.

With each piece of firewood added, her back bent even deeper; the burdens of life weighed on her like a mountain, making it hard for her to breathe.

Luo Li's gaze was somewhat unfocused. She seemed to see the wheels of time relentlessly crushing over her grandmother, leaving deep marks.

Her heart was filled with complex emotions, including admiration for her grandmother's perseverance and感慨 for those difficult years.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the courtyard was filled with the aroma of food. Grandpa sat at the table, his face showing the weariness of a day's work, yet he still found time to dispel the gloom of life with his singing.

Luo Li gently closed her eyes, as if she could hear the crisp sound of bowls and chopsticks clattering and her grandfather's slightly hoarse yet powerful singing voice echoing in the valley.

At that moment, she realized that although life was tough, there was still a simple happiness that belonged to them in this small corner.

This kind of happiness does not come from material wealth, but from a love of life and companionship with each other.

"She counts the days on her fingers, waiting for the car to come from afar. The bench by the door has never been moved, and her eyes are still full of expectation," Ke Shiyin's singing became more and more affectionate, and her eyes glistened with tears.

She seemed to see her grandmother sitting on the bench by the door day after day, her gaze fixed firmly on the path in the distance, the path that led to the outside world.

Grandma's heart was filled with endless longing and anticipation as she waited for her loved ones to return from afar. Her eyes held no trace of complaint or despair, only a yearning for reunion.

Tears welled up in Luo Li's eyes as she was deeply moved by her grandmother's profound love and unwavering waiting.

She thought about how many people, like her grandmother, spent their lives waiting for their distant relatives during that turbulent era.

"She gave birth to one child after another, but they were all blown away by the call of the bugle," Ke Shiyin's singing became impassioned, carrying a sense of sorrow and helplessness.

She seemed to see the smoke of war spreading across this land, and young men bidding farewell to their hometowns and rushing to the battlefield.

Grandma stood at the village entrance, watching the children's departing figures, tears streaming down her face.

Her heart was filled with reluctance and worry, but she knew that the children were fighting to defend their country and protect the peace of this land.

Luo Li bit her lip tightly, a surge of reverence for the martyrs welling up in her heart. It was because of their heroic sacrifice that we enjoy peace and tranquility today.

"What lies beyond the mountains? It is the heroic spirit of the martyrs, the new China they fought to the death to protect," Ke Shiyin's singing voice was high-pitched and resonant, like a flag fluttering in the wind.

Scenes of fierce fighting on the battlefield flashed through her mind, with martyrs bravely killing the enemy and shedding their blood on the battlefield.

They defended their motherland's dignity and territorial integrity with their lives. Luo Li's body trembled slightly; she was deeply moved by this great patriotism.

She raised her head, her gaze fixed firmly ahead, as if paying tribute to those heroes.

She saw her grandmother by the river, gazing at the flames of war on the opposite bank, and a wave of worry and longing washed over her.

Grandma's tears slid down her cheeks and dripped onto the ground at her feet. That land held so much of her pain and hope.

Luo Li's tears finally welled up. She couldn't imagine what her grandmother was feeling at that time, what kind of torment and suffering she must have endured.

"Peace came, they left, and the person she was waiting for will never come back," Ke Shiyin's singing gradually faded, finally turning into a long sigh.

Her heart was filled with sympathy for her grandmother and hatred for the war. After a long wait, her grandmother finally saw peace, but her beloved family members, whom she missed day and night, were left forever on the battlefield.

Luo Li silently wiped away her tears, her heart unable to find peace for a long time.

She knew that this history should not be forgotten, and the deeds of those heroes and the sacrifices of ordinary people like Grandma should be remembered.

As the music gradually faded, Ke Shiyin slowly opened her eyes, with traces of tears still lingering in them.

Luo Li stepped forward and hugged her tightly. Both of them were immersed in the sad atmosphere created by the song.

At this moment, the recording studio was completely silent, with only the faint echoes still reverberating in the air, as if telling the story of that distant history, that era filled with love and sacrifice.

PS: Grandma (Patriotic Version) Original Singer: Zhou Linfeng Lyricist: Zhou Linfeng Composer: Zhou Linfeng