I'm in Wuha, and the whole internet is shipping me and Song Yuqi as a couple.

The moment the last note faded, the roar from the crowd nearly blew the sunshade off.

Applause, screams, and stomping mingled together. Some people clapped so hard their palms turned red, while others yelled at the top of their lungs towards the stall.

"One more song! Please!"

"Is this a VIP perspective you can hear without paying?"

The girl with the selfie stick in the front row had already stood up and was hopping forward, almost knocking over the uncle next to her who was holding his phone.

The yellow cordon set up by the security guards was pushed forward by the crowd by half a meter, and it looked like it was about to break down.

A man wearing a floral shirt rushed out from the back row and stepped into the cordon, where he was stopped by two security guards.

"Let me through, I'll just scan the code!"

"Sir, please calm down—"

"I'll scan 10,000 yuan! Let me through!"

The situation briefly spiraled out of control.

Jiang Che ignored the commotion outside.

He moved the guitar off his lap and turned to look at Song Yuqi, who was standing to his right.

She remained in the same position, her eyes moist, her nose red, and her lips tightly pressed together.

Jiang Che raised his right hand.

His fingers landed on her left cheek, naturally wiping away the tear stain that hadn't yet reached her chin.

His movements were gentle, but his demeanor was composed.

It was as if this was just a small thing he had done countless times.

Song Yuqi's breath hitched.

"Why are you crying?" Jiang Che withdrew his hand, his tone as usual.

"You're trying to make money, but your long face is scaring away customers."

Song Yuqi was pulled out of her emotional state by his words and almost couldn't catch her breath.

She sniffed hard and raised the payment sign to cover half of her face.

"Who's crying!"

"The sand and dust are blinding!"

"There are no sandstorms in Sanya." Jiang Che stood up and stretched.

Song Yuqi glared at him, turned around, and hid her bright red ears and face in the shadow of her hat brim.

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of my throat.

He just wiped away her tears in front of hundreds of people.

Without the slightest hesitation.

The surrounding audience all saw it.

The screams reached a new high.

"OMG, I've got this for real!"

"That tear-wiping!!! That tear-wiping!!! I took a screenshot!"

"So you're showing off your love in the street, huh? Fine, you win!"

A line formed in front of the donation box, with people stuffing money into it one after another.

Some people even emptied all the cash from their wallets and threw it in.

Song Yuqi's phone kept buzzing with payment notifications.

one hundred.

two hundred.

five hundred.

one thousand.

She glanced down at the screen, the fluctuating total amount of payments almost too much for her to bear looking at.

"One hundred yuan has been credited to your account."

"Five hundred yuan has been credited to your account."

"Two hundred yuan has been credited to your account."

Electronic voices have become background music, rising and falling in a continuous stream.

A middle-aged man in a suit squeezed to the front, scanned the QR code and transferred two thousand yuan, and even gave Jiang Che a thumbs up.

"Young man, you write great songs and you're handsome too! I'll buy all your future albums!"

Jiang Che nodded to him, "Thank you for your support and recognition."

Looking at the pile of banknotes that was almost overflowing in the donation box, a thought popped into Song Yuqi's mind.

The money Deng Chao and his team earned carrying coconuts all afternoon probably wasn't even as much as this one song.

No, it's more than ten times worse.

Dozens of mobile phones were simultaneously recording and live streaming at the scene.

These images were shared across major platforms within minutes.

Someone posted on Weibo: "I ran into Jiang Che singing and playing music on the street. He wrote a new song for Song Yuqi on the spot and proposed to her on the spot. It was a romantic scene."

Someone posted a short video: In a 15-second clip, the moment Jiang Che started playing his zither, the entire process of passersby changing from walking to stopping was fully recorded.

Someone even captured the scene of Jiang Che wiping away Song Yuqi's tears; it was high-definition, uncensored, and the angle was perfect.

This post was shared over 50,000 times within four minutes of being published.

New terms appeared on the trending topics lists of various platforms almost simultaneously.

#JiangChe'sNewSongTheLastFireworksOnSummerNight#

It suddenly jumped to third place on the trending searches, followed by a red "Explosive" sign.

Following closely behind is #JiangCheWritesSongForSongYuQiOnTheStreet#.

A series of related entries, such as "#JiangCheWipesAwayTears#", appeared from the seventh to the fifteenth.

The comments section instantly erupted.

"How did this guy manage to get trending on social media just by singing a random street song?"

"No, has anyone paid attention to the song itself? I've listened to the street performance video three times, and the melody is already stuck in my head."

"Song Yuqi, you are the happiest woman in the world, I mean it."

"Is the money in the donation box more than my monthly salary?"

Meanwhile, official accounts from major music platforms left comments in the comment section.

"Mr. Jiang Che, are you considering releasing your new song?"

"Lyricist, when will the full version be released? We're ready to connect anytime."

Traffic is exponentially growing at an insane rate.

Standing under the sunshade, Song Yuqi looked at the constantly refreshing numbers and comments on her phone screen, and a sense of unreality washed over her.

Last night she was still struggling with how to face the public about their relationship.

This afternoon, Jiang Che used a guitar and a song to lay out everything that needed explaining under the sun.

No statement or public relations rhetoric is needed.

He wrote a song and sang it to her in the street.

It's more effective than any official press release.

Just as the hype was building, a sharp whistle pierced through the crowd from behind.

"Time's up!"

Wu Zheng squeezed through the crowd from the periphery, holding a megaphone, and his voice echoed across half the street.

"One-hour earning time is over, all stalls are closed!"

Song Yuqi instinctively glanced at the time on her phone.

It was exactly 1 p.m.

Not a second more, not a second less.

Wu Zheng walked to the stall, timing himself with a stopwatch, followed by two staff members carrying video cameras.

He glanced at the overflowing pile of banknotes in the donation box.

He glanced again at the payment records still flashing on Song Yuqi's phone, and his lips twitched.

"Lyricist, you're not making money, you're robbing people."

Jiang Che bent down and put the guitar back in its case, fastening the buckle.

"You chose him, director."

Wu Zheng was momentarily speechless, and it took him a while to finally manage to utter a sentence.

I secretly crossed out the idea of ​​making money through my talents in my mind.

I intended to make the guests suffer a bit, but they ended up going on their honeymoon soon.

Song Yuqi chuckled to herself.

Three figures were slowly moving in from the direction of the hotel's back door.

Deng Chao walked at the front, his back hunched, his hands hanging at his sides, his gait no different from that of a migrant worker who had just finished get off work at a construction site.

Chen He walked in the middle, his left hand covering his waist, and his right hand on Lu Han's shoulder for support.

His hair was completely soaked with sweat, strands of it sticking to his forehead.

Lu Han suffered the most.

His arms hung straight down, swinging with every step he took, as if he had lost control of his upper limbs.

The three of them dragged their heavy steps, slowly making their way to the talent show booth.

Stop.

Deng Chao slowly raised his head, his eyes scanning back and forth between Jiang Che and Song Yuqi twice.

Then he saw the donation box on the stall, filled with hundred-yuan bills.

His mouth opened.

Then it closed again.

Open it again.

Deng Chao pointed to the donation box, his voice hoarse and deep.

"You guys... went to rob someone?"