Reborn in the 60s, I hunt to support my family and even seduce the village beauty.

The song ended.

Everyone around applauded.

"Old Li, you brought the harmonica, that's a good thing you did."

"We should thank Lao Li."

People around them were making fun of them.

"Hey, keep your voice down, we've got another fish!"

Seeing the float move again, Old Zhang quickly told everyone to be quiet.

This time, Chang Kun didn't waste any time. He just teased and pulled a silver carp weighing eight or nine pounds up.

"Wow, young man, you're something else! Another big fish!"

"Don't you think this place has good feng shui? One big fish after another keeps coming in..."

"Old Zhang sits here every day, but I've never seen him catch a big fish!"

Amidst the murmurs of the crowd, Chang Kun spoke up, "Grandpa, this fish is for you, and thank you for the fishing rod."

"Oh dear, this won't do, it's such a big fish..."

"There's no question of whether it's okay or not, it's settled then. Getting a good harmonica makes today worthwhile."

"Haha, then I won't stand on ceremony, sir! A true gentleman is generous! Oh, and I also want to thank Old Li for the harmonica, for his kindness..."

Old Zhang was so happy that bubbles were coming out of his nose.

Once I take this big fish back, I'll drive it around the alley three times and give those neighbors a good slap in the face. Let's see if they still dare to shout every day and call themselves the King of the North Sea Air Force!

He returned the fishing rod to Old Zhang, but then saw Cheng Min hand over a harmonica, blinking at Chang Kun.

"Chang Kun, I heard you whistle earlier, it sounded really nice. Can you play the harmonica?"

While the other old men were singing "Rowing the Double Oars," only Chang Kun was whistling in response.

Chang Kun accepted the harmonica without ceremony.

In his later years, his parents died, his sister got married, and he was all alone. When he was feeling down, he would sit on the grassy hillside and play his harmonica silently by himself.

After a moment of recollection, he gently put the harmonica to his lips.

"Hey!" Cheng Min exclaimed softly. Seeing that Chang Kun had already brought the harmonica to his lips, she thought to herself, "I just finished playing it, why didn't you wipe it off?"

Isn't this indirectly related to that...?

Thinking of this, Cheng Min blushed again.

"Waaah—"

The long note spread out, like a gentle breeze blowing through a valley, or like a clear spring dripping onto a stone.

The song "The Original Scenery of My Hometown," which was very familiar from a previous life, drifted into everyone's ears.

In his past life, whenever Chang Kun missed his parents and younger sister, he would play this tune in an attempt to soothe his restless soul.

As the pure and melodious tune filled the air, the surrounding crowd seemed to freeze, their mouths slightly agape.

They felt as if they had been struck by an electric current, their souls drifting with the notes, sinking into a realm far removed from the hustle and bustle of the world.

All the surrounding noise disappeared, and everyone listened intently to the ethereal melody, as if only the sound of the harmonica remained in the world.

This is the power of world-famous music: good music doesn't require you to understand it, but it will surely understand you.

When the music ended, no one spoke; everyone was quietly enjoying the lingering melody in their hearts.

After a long while, Old Li opened his slightly moist eyes.

"Young man, what's the name of this piece? It reminds me of my childhood home."

"I remember my mother taking me to catch grasshoppers on the hillside..." Old Zhang said excitedly, his dialect slipping out.

"Waaah... I miss Grandma too..."

Cheng Min looked at Chang Kun with sparkling eyes; she had never heard such a beautiful piece of music before.

It feels like going back to my childhood, when I lived with my mother in the countryside, and life was leisurely and carefree.

Chang Kun also snapped out of his reverie and softly said, "Let's call this piece 'Hometown'."

Old Li glared at him: "What do you mean? What do you mean 'named'? This famous piece doesn't have a name?"

"Uh... I heard an old farmer play this tune, and I feel that the name 'Hometown' fits its rhythm quite well."

Old Li waved his hands repeatedly: "Impossible! Although this piece of music is simple, the charm it contains is not simple at all. It must be the work of a master."

"I also think this piece is good. I'm still thinking about my hometown." Old Zhang hadn't spoken his native dialect in a long time, and speaking in it now made him feel incredibly comfortable.

"Old Li, you've dedicated your life to art, give this piece your opinion," an old man chimed in.

Chang Kun glanced sideways. This stingy old man, who was unwilling to replace his harmonica, was actually an artist?

He couldn't help but think of the artists of later generations.

Chang Kun didn't know if those men had any other skills, but they were certainly good at changing wives, and each one was younger and more beautiful than the last, making the then-bachelor Chang Kun extremely envious...

Clearing his throat, Old Li hummed a few notes of "My Hometown," and after a long while, he sighed softly: "This piece is undoubtedly a masterpiece and deserves to be sung for a hundred years."

"Wow!! That's amazing!"

Everyone around was astonished. Old Li had spent his whole life in the arts; while his fishing skills weren't great, his appreciation of art was quite high.

"Young man, where did you hear this piece? Although its structure is simple, it's full of life and conveys a profound and far-reaching mood. It's impossible to compose something like this without a deep foundation in music!"

Old Li simply couldn't believe that an old farmer could create a timeless masterpiece.

"I heard the old farmer play it, but I can't remember where it was played right now..." Chang Kun sang this famous Japanese song in China without any qualms.

Several old men surrounded him, asking all sorts of questions, which annoyed Chang Kun greatly.

Seizing an opportunity, he grabbed Cheng Min's hand and, ignoring Lao Li's attempts to stop him, rushed out of the crowd.

They ran quite a distance before stopping, looked at each other, and burst into laughter.

"Chang Kun, it's too fake of you to lie to them that the old farmer composed the music. No wonder Old Li kept asking me questions."

Chang Kun chuckled: "Good music is meant to be listened to, regardless of who composed it."

Fearing Cheng Min would continue to press him, he fanned her a few times, saying, "It's too hot. Let's go to my house. I'll cook you some pheasant soup."

Cheng Min blushed and nodded gently.

On the other side, Old Li stomped his feet and slapped his thigh: "Hey, why didn't you guys stop him? The original composer of such a famous piece should definitely pay a visit."

"Didn't he say he couldn't remember where he met the old farmer?"

"Don't listen to his nonsense. You can't play this piece this well after only hearing it once. He must have listened to it countless times and knows who the original composer is!"

Old Li sighed repeatedly, filled with regret.

"Don't think about those useless things. We should thank you, Lao Li. If it weren't for your harmonica, we wouldn't have heard such a beautiful tune..."

Old Li: ……

Can you please stop talking? You're just rubbing salt into the wound!

He thought about it again and realized that it wasn't a bad deal. Even disregarding the big fish, just being able to hear such a famous piece of music was already a worthwhile trade.

Although he had only heard it once, Old Li had already memorized most of the tune. He would hum it to his granddaughter when he got home, and perhaps he wouldn't get scolded, but rather praised.

Without bothering to argue with his fellow anglers, Old Li hurried home.

I need to write down the piece while it's still fresh in my mind, and also ask a few old friends in the industry which master composed it.

"I'm not talking to you guys anymore, I'm going back. That kid may not be the best at fishing, but his music is pretty good."

"Fishing is so-so? And you managed to win your harmonica? Old Li, have some shame!"

Behind me came the loud laughter of the fishermen from Beihai.