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The man did not cry easily because he did not reach the sad spot.

When the greasy middle-aged man opened his arms, his face was covered in tears, he looked helpless and cried pitifully!

Wang Chuan looked at the greasy middle-aged man opposite him, touched his cheap briefcase. He didn't have money to buy facial tissues, only cheap toilet paper.

Wang Chuan took out a small roll of toilet paper, intending to hand it to the greasy middle-aged man, but Wei Ping stopped him.

Then, Ms. Wei took out a pack of unopened tissues from her bag and handed it to Wang Chuan. After taking it, Wang Chuan got up, walked over, and patted the greasy middle-aged man on the shoulder.

The greasy middle-aged man was taken aback, then looked up at Wang Chuan: "Sorry to bother you."

"It's alright, wipe yourself off! Life in the capital is tough for everyone." Wang Chuan handed over a tissue.

The greasy middle-aged man nodded, took the tissue, and thanked him.

Everyone has their own story, whether bitter or sweet, and Wang Chuan understood that, so he didn't bother the greasy middle-aged man anymore.

"Senior Brother, I should get off the bus now," Wei Meimei said softly.

"How are you going to get home? Do you want me to walk you? It's so late, it's not safe for you to be alone!" Wang Chuan checked his phone; it was already past ten o'clock. Before leaving, Attorney Mu had arranged for him to escort Wei Ping home, and he felt he had to do something to show his appreciation.

"No need, my dad's waiting for me at the subway entrance." Wei Ping smiled after saying that, got up, and stepped off the subway as the doors opened. Just as the subway doors were closing, she suddenly turned around and smiled at Wang Chuan, as if she said something, but Wang Chuan didn't hear her clearly.

On Saturday morning, Sixth Brother called Wang Chuan and told him the location and time of their meeting. After quickly eating a bowl of instant noodles for lunch, Wang Chuan tidied himself up and headed out for a big meal.

The place where Sixth Brother arranged to meet Wang Chuan was a bit hard to find; it was a small restaurant tucked away in an inconspicuous alley. Although the restaurant wasn't large, the ambiance was elegant, giving off a leisurely feeling, as if time had slowed down.

When Wang Chuan arrived, Sixth Brother had already ordered several dishes: "Chuan'er, the roast duck here is quite good. Although it's not as famous as Quanjude's, the improved roast duck is more suitable for modern tastes. It's not greasy, not dry, everything is just right. I ordered a set meal, duck carcass soup. It'll be served in a bit, you can try it!"

"Thank you, Sixth Brother. You didn't just call me for a meal, did you?" Wang Chuan knew that Sixth Brother's invitation to dinner wouldn't be that simple.

"I have something to do, but it's not urgent, just wait a moment. In a little while, I'll introduce you to a friend, who's also one of my brothers. Take a look at the menu and order whatever you like." Sixth Brother said, handing over the menu.

While waiting for someone, Wang Chuan, having nothing else to do, opened the recipe and took a look.

Good heavens! Every dish was expensive. A plate of peanuts with vinegar cost nearly 100 yuan. What kind of vinegar and peanuts did they use?! The other dishes were even more outrageously expensive!

"I'm not familiar with this place, so you should order." The dishes here are so expensive that Wang Chuan was a little at a loss, so he handed the right to order back to Sixth Brother.

Sixth Brother didn't stand on ceremony and took the menu: "Then I'll order. Are there any dietary restrictions?"

"I have no dietary restrictions," Wang Chuan said with a smile.

A short while later, a man who was about 1.8 meters tall, thin, wearing glasses, and around 30 years old walked over.

"Sixth Brother, sorry. There's a bit of traffic." The tall, thin man sat down.

The tall, thin man sat down opposite Wang Chuan and smiled slightly at him.

"Let me introduce you. This is one of my brothers, my good buddies, Zhao Jianbin. You can just call him Brother Zhao. He's a postdoctoral fellow in medicine who returned from studying abroad. He looks a bit older than his age, but that's all from his studies."

"Back then, because of his excellent grades, he participated in some international competition and was snapped up by a prestigious foreign university before graduating high school. But Binzi is a man of conscience; after completing his studies, he returned to serve his country and is now a doctor at the General Hospital of the People's Liberation Army," Sixth Brother explained.

"Hello, Brother Zhao!" Wang Chuan didn't understand what it meant for Sixth Brother to introduce his childhood friend to him.

"Chuan'er, let's get straight to the point. We've asked you to come here today because we have something to discuss with you." Sixth Brother paused for a moment, then said seriously, "You've probably noticed that Sister Hong has a knot in her heart. Although I don't know the specific details, I roughly know that she's troubled by love."

Binzi and I talked to Sister Hong, but she didn't want to discuss it. Sister Hong, Binzi, and I grew up in the same compound and have a good relationship. We don't want to see her so depressed all the time, so we wanted to ask you for help.

"Sixth Brother, just tell me what you need me to do. I'll do my best!" Wang Chuan said, thinking to himself: Could it be that she wants me to show myself? Sister Hong looks three or four years older than me!

Sixth Brother glanced at Zhao Jianbin beside him, who took a sip of water and said, "I heard from Sixth Brother that your singing is very moving, and you can always make Sister Hong cry and reminisce about the past. So Sixth Brother and I are going to use your singing to give Sister Hong some music therapy."

"Music therapy? I don't quite understand?" Wang Chuan said.

"Go ahead!" Zhao Jianbin nodded.

"Why choose me? Actually, with your connections and abilities, you should be able to find quite a few professionals, such as professional singers..." Wang Chuan said.

"Yes, you're right. We've tried it before, but it wasn't quite right. First of all, Sister Hong is quite opposed to treating her this way," Zhao Jianbin said.

"Let's be frank, she won't accept it," said Sixth Brother from the side.

"Secondly, these professionals have no technical problems. The key issue is that they are too performative. Their singing is nice, but it can't move Sister Hong. It's like products on an assembly line—they're all very similar and lack any unique features. And you just happened to appear at that moment, with a distinctive voice that can touch her," Zhao Jianbin said, adjusting his glasses.

"Oh, I understand what you mean."

"Isn't it a bit like Yang Kun? Back then, his voice was comparable to Cai Guoqing's. Although he sang very well, he didn't have much distinctiveness. Later, he injured his voice and became hoarse, but he became an instant hit with his song 'It Doesn't Matter,' which resonated deeply with people. Isn't that the point?" Wang Chuan thought for a moment and said.

Zhao Jianbin nodded. Sixth Brother also smiled slightly.

"So what is music therapy?" Wang Chuan asked a professional question after understanding what Sixth Brother and the other two were going to do.

Music therapy is a method of treating patients with physical or mental illnesses using musical sounds and rhythms.

Music therapy is a type of psychotherapy that uses music to treat psychological or physiological illnesses and can be used as an adjunct to eliminate psychosomatic disorders.

The attending physician can choose from various forms of music appreciation, solo singing, choral singing, instrumental performance, etc., based on the specific circumstances of the patient's psychosomatic illness.

Specifically regarding this treatment for Sister Hong, I hope to improve her mental state through music or your singing. This will help her open up, express her emotions through music, and encourage her to engage in inner reflection and emotional exchange…”

Zhao Jianbin spoke very professionally, but to Wang Chuan it was just one sentence: let Sister Hong listen to more songs, and then get her to open up.

"Okay, I'll take this job. You're a professional, so just tell me what you need me to do," Wang Chuan nodded. He earned money by singing anyway, and Sister Hong was a nice person who wasn't doing anything immoral, so he might as well do it!