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

There was complete silence inside and outside Editor Zou's office.

Everyone was waiting to hear the composer's name.

"Chang Kun?" Upon hearing this name, everyone was taken aback, as they had never heard of it before.

Is this his official name, or a pseudonym?

Just like Shen Yanbing's original name was Shen Dehong, few people know Shen Dehong, but his pen name is known to everyone in the world.

Everyone else turned to look at Shen Yanbing.

If we're talking about who knows top figures in the cultural world, this person is definitely number one here.

"Chang Kun? Chang Kun." Shen Yanbing repeated Chang Kun's name a few times before slowly shaking her head.

Of all the people he knew, very few had the surname Chang.

Moreover, if one is also skilled in composing and capable of creating such a famous piece, then the pool of candidates becomes even smaller.

After pondering for a long time, Shen Yanbing realized that she did not know who Chang Kun was.

This is quite normal. At that time, there were countless talented people in the countryside, and many of them were content with a simple life and lived in seclusion.

In later generations, it was the opposite. Back then, even those without any real skills would try to scheme and become experts or professors.

With these titles, money and beautiful women are easily within reach.

"Old Zou, didn't your friend say anything about Chang Kun's background?" Shen Yanbing asked, confirming that she didn't know Chang Kun.

"She left me this envelope, inside is sheet music, and..." As Editor Zou turned the envelope upside down, a piece of white paper slowly floated down from under the sheet music.

He picked it up and looked at it, his expression immediately turning strange: "Yanbing, stop guessing, we definitely don't know this Chang Kun."

"What do you mean?" Shen Yanbing asked urgently. He usually liked to tease people by leaving things hanging, but he didn't expect that Old Zou would be so hesitant and stammering today.

"Take a look for yourself," Editor Zou said, handing over the paper.

"Chang Kun, from the Zoological Research Institute? No more than 20 years old?"

Shen Yanbing shook the papers in her hand and looked at Editor Zou with a puzzled expression.

"This is the address for mailing the payment..." Editor Zou smiled awkwardly. He had just remembered that his friend had said before leaving that if he wanted to send the payment, the address should be in the envelope.

"So, the composer of this piece is a young man under 20? Someone who studies animals?"

Shen Yanbing lifted her glasses and rubbed her eyes with her fingers. This was unbelievable!

Upon hearing Shen Yanbing's voice, the staff at the newspaper office erupted in a murmur of discussion.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

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"Could someone who studies animals create music like this?"

"At only 20 years old, what experience could he possibly have!"

"Exactly, 20 years old is too young. Even Elder Shen probably doesn't have that level of skill..."

Listening to the cacophony of voices, Shen Yanbing waved her hand: "Quiet down, everyone. Making judgments before even seeing the person is too hasty!"

He is over 60 years old and has seen too many geniuses. He always believes that some geniuses cannot be judged by conventional theories.

"Old Zou, let's invite him over first, then we can talk about other things. I also want to see such a young talent. I'll be waiting at the newspaper office for the next few days."

At this moment, he remembered the Ministry of Culture's recent task: to enrich the types of radio programs, as they couldn't always listen to crosstalk and Peking Opera, or people would get tired of it sooner or later.

When he came across such a moving piece of music, regardless of whether it was composed by Xiao Changkun, he decided to put it on the radio, after Hou Baolin's crosstalk performance, so that people could relax and unwind while enjoying the crosstalk.

That afternoon, near the end of the workday, I went to inform the newspaper staff who had been looking for Chang Kun that Chang Kun hadn't been at the Zoological Research Institute all day. Luckily, the staff member was quick-witted and asked Chang Kun's mother to pass on the message.

And so, early the next morning, Shen Yanbing sat in the editor-in-chief's seat of the literary newspaper, reading the newspaper and waiting for Chang Kun to arrive.

Upon first meeting Chang Kun, Shen Yanbing felt that this young man was no ordinary person.

At over 60 years old, having seen countless people, his eyes can usually discern a person's true nature at a glance.

If an ordinary young person were to encounter his sharp eyes, they would feel slightly guilty and would avoid him.

But Chang Kun was completely open and honest, letting him look him up and down.

Interesting, quite interesting.

"Chang Kun, let's play 'Hometown' again. There's a lot of noise in the newspaper office." Shen Yanbing wanted to hear what it would sound like if this self-proclaimed original artist played it.

"Okay." Chang Kun picked up the harmonica that the newspaper had prepared for him.

As the "woo woo woo" sound rang out, a vast and profound artistic conception slowly rose.

Upon hearing the news, the newspaper staff gathered outside the editor-in-chief's office, peering around to see if this young man, Chang Kun, had three heads and six arms.

As the music started, the slight noise outside the office instantly disappeared. Although I had heard this piece at least ten times yesterday, hearing the original version now felt completely different.

Some people slowly put down their newspapers and looked out the window, as if they could see the fields from their memories through the small window.

Some people stopped arguing, their eyes filled with confusion, as if something had gently struck their hearts.

There were also elderly people who leaned slowly against the wall, their eyes gradually becoming misty.

The last note faded into the air, and after a few seconds of silence, Shen Yanbing sighed softly, "This music... really makes me homesick."

For an elderly person like him, status and wealth are not important things to him.

But his childhood memories and the beautiful scenery of his hometown are what he cherishes most.

Hearing Chang Kun play the piece so melodiously and peacefully, yet with a touch of wistfulness and tender longing, Shen Yanbing began to believe that the piece was indeed composed by Chang Kun.

It can only be said that incredible geniuses will emerge in this world, generation after generation.

Just like Cao Zhi, who could compose a poem in seven steps, or the "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng" at the age of twenty, or Mozart, who composed a symphony at the age of eight, it can only be said that the world of geniuses is incomprehensible to ordinary people.

"Chang Kun, under what circumstances did you compose this piece? I heard you've never left your hometown?"

Shen Yanbing asked the most crucial question: This piece of music is clearly about longing for one's hometown. How could someone who has never left their hometown have such feelings for it?

"Well... for a while, I kept having the same dream..." Chang Kun embellished his past life's events and slowly began to speak.

The pain of never seeing one's parents again, and the longing for one's hometown, are like two emotions that evoke the same sigh.

After the story was told, a commotion erupted outside the editor-in-chief's office, and everyone rushed into the office.

"This... just from having a few dreams, he was able to create such a masterpiece?"

"This is utterly ridiculous! If you can create masterpieces just by dreaming, I dream every day and I haven't written any masterpieces myself."

"Young man, stop being stubborn. Tell us who composed this piece. It'll be embarrassing if the secret is exposed!"

The crowd clearly didn't believe that this was a piece composed by Chang Kun.

Chang Kun simply smiled as he watched the crowd's doubts, his emotions completely unmoved.

Don't believe in yourself?

How about one more song? You believe me?

Don't believe me? Here's another one!

Anyway, there are so many famous songs for later generations, so letting them be released in advance can be considered a good deed.