My wife is in my arms

Chapter 744 Until the End of the World Part 2

immediately.

He then noticed that Zhang You's new song was featured on the homepage of iMusic.

"Composed by Zhang You and sung by Ma Chu, 'Until the End of the World' is coming soon."

Subconsciously, he clicked on it and saw that it was an introduction to the song "Until the End of the World".

"There is no glory here, but the moment Ma Chu opens his mouth, you feel that you can step out of the fog and reclaim the glory that belongs to you. This song was tailor-made for Ma Chu by music producer Zhang You. The lyrics, music, and singing are a perfect blend. If a song is rated out of ten, I would give it a perfect score."

Wang Xiaoming was somewhat puzzled.

This was the first time he had ever seen a music festival promote a song so solemnly on its homepage cover. Usually, the most they would do was something like "Singer X releases a new song," or "Singer X releases a new song with great enthusiasm."

iMusic rarely does things like personally promoting a song.

After thinking for a moment, he clicked on "Until the End of the World". After opening it, he saw Ma Chu's handsome face, and Zhang You's figure was also on the back of the single's cover.

I wonder which weirdo photoshopped Zhang You's picture.

Standing above Ma Chu, Zhang You raised his index finger. If that were all, it wouldn't be so bad. The key point was that this index finger ran from the bridge of his nose to his brow, as if Zhang You was about to use a special ability at any moment.

As the rhythmic background music began, Wang Xiaoming didn't feel anything special. However, when Ma Chu's singing started, Wang Xiaoming's expression instantly turned to shock.

"I've wandered alone for too long in this cold forest, like an empty can that's been thrown away. Who cares about the rust in my heart? That muddy hillside can end this loneliness..."

For an instant.

Originally feeling restless from working the night shift, and unable to calm his agitation even with an iced carbonated drink in the middle of April, he finally felt the allure of an iced carbonated drink when he heard Ma Chu's singing.

It's simply a perfect fusion of sound and tone.

A sense of loneliness surged from his feet to his head. After the audition ended, he hesitated slightly, but ultimately clicked "buy". He would never spend money to listen to music.

It wasn't much money, but for him, spending three yuan to listen to a song was definitely less worthwhile than buying a drink. However, listening to the song once wasn't enough. Then... it seemed that a colleague from another department was also listening to the song. He wasn't wearing headphones and was playing it directly. When "Until the End of the World" started playing...

Even many colleagues who were slumped against the wall taking a break during their 45-minute mealtime immediately looked up.

"What's your name!?"

someone asked.

"Until the End of the World" was just released; it was written by Zhang You and sung by Ma Chu.

The guy who turned the volume down replied.

Then, Wang Xiaoming saw several people pick up their phones, probably to open iMusic and cover the song. The song was indeed very good; it had a great feel to it as soon as you started singing.

Wang Xiaoming closed his eyes and leaned against the wall, listening to "Until the End of the World," a song he had impulsively bought for three yuan, on repeat. The more he listened, the more he liked it, mainly because Ma Chu sang it so well. Before he had listened to it a few times, his alarm clock went off.

At the same time, the cell phones of two women who had come out earlier and grabbed a bench to sit on also rang. Their factory was different from some other electronics factories. Electronics factories could still have young girls, but their factory didn't. The main reason was that the work intensity was too high, and young women couldn't handle it.

The reason these women can keep working is because their husbands are unreliable... This is what he heard these women say most often in the workshop: they were blind when they were young and married such an unlucky husband, which made them have to stay up all night to support their families.

Because of this, apart from a few relatively young office women you occasionally see in the canteen on day shifts, the rest of them... on average, are at least thirty-three years old.

I heard that some of the children will be taking the college entrance exam in two months.

So now, the upper age limit for women who can work night shifts in factories is the limit that companies don't want, and the lower limit is at least 27 or 28. And women of this age are practically "young girls" compared to a bunch of middle-aged women in the factory.

Just as he took off his headphones, stuffed his unfinished drink into the cabinet, and was about to enter the workshop, a "young girl" who was still sitting on the ground dawdling and reluctant to go in came in. Usually, only young girls of this age would dawdle for a while. If it were a woman in her thirties or forties, she would act as if she would lose her job opportunity if she was two minutes late. She was very quick to leave.

She's probably scrolling through short videos.

The phone rang with this voice: "What's the most expensive song you've ever seen?! One million, two million? Let me tell you, that's too cheap. Zhang You sold one song for fifteen million, which is unprecedented in the history of the music industry..."

Wang Xiaoming was slightly taken aback.

He then walked straight into the workshop. These things were too far removed from his world. Perhaps the only time he had direct contact with Zhang You was when he recently spent three yuan to buy Zhang You's book, "Until the End of the World."

If... he hopes to go to Zhang You's concert when he is financially better off, since he has been listening to Zhang You's free instrumental music all this time.

As someone in my early thirties, I might be tempted by free things because I'm poor, but once I have the ability, I still want to make up for some things, like making up for the lack of conscience and basic principles of being a decent human being that I lacked due to the pressure of living in a certain environment.

We walked into a rather long corridor.

The first half of the night is over, but the second half is even more difficult. But thankfully, I just bought a song that I can listen to on repeat all night: "Until the End of the World".

If life were like the title of this song, it wouldn't be such a bad thing.

When hope in life becomes faint and elusive, the thought that tomorrow is the end of the world is not unacceptable.

It is said that "fate is in your own hands," and indeed, fate has always been in your own hands. After enduring countless nights, many more nights await you.

My mother's medical expenses, and the family's daily living expenses.

And the house I bought with a loan last year for my wedding—these things need money to maintain. I'm afraid that even the slightest movement will cause this hard-won stability to collapse.

When a person has to rely on themselves for everything, their fate is already sealed. There may be examples of people turning the tide against all odds in society, but they clearly do not have that ability.

The living room lights were always on.

Ma Chu sat on his sofa at home, his fingers constantly swiping through the data on iMusic, while his manager's hands were trembling with excitement.

(End of this chapter)