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

Faced with criticism, Chang Kun simply smiled calmly.

"Alright, alright, everyone be quiet. You can't judge Xiao Chang by conventional standards. Don't you think his playing was much better than Lao Zou's yesterday?"

Shen Yanbing interrupted the crowd's discussion.

"These are none of your business. Go out and close the door for me." Seeing that everyone still looked doubtful, he waved for the others to leave.

After the others left the office looking indignant, he finally spoke, "Xiao Chang, I'm planning to play this piece on the radio. I'd like to ask for your opinion."

Regardless of whether the piece was originally composed by Chang Kun, he decided to put it on the radio so that people all over the country could enjoy its expansive and profound artistic conception.

Upon hearing this, Chang Kun's eyes lit up; this was good news!

His original intention in submitting the article to the literary newspaper was to let the Chinese people appreciate this famous piece of music as soon as possible.

"Editor-in-Chief Shen, that's wonderful! It's my honor to be on the radio!"

Seeing Chang Kun's excited expression, Shen Yanbing smiled. This was the spirited young man he was talking about. Chang Kun had been too calm and collected earlier, even more composed than this old man.

"We can discuss the cost of getting on the radio later; let's settle things first."

Chang Kun chuckled. This Editor-in-Chief Shen is something else. Who places an order without discussing the price? Isn't that just asking to be ripped off?

It can only be said that people in this era are just so simple and honest, with so little scheming.

"Editor-in-Chief Shen, let's forget about the expenses. Consider it my way of doing a little welfare for the people."

He doesn't lack those few coins; these days, there are too many times when you have money but can't spend it.

"Well done! Noble character!" Shen Yanbing clapped his hands. Many scholars had done such things, so he wasn't surprised at all.

This kind of music, if played on the radio, could be listened to by people for months without them getting tired of it.

The two discussed the details of the music on the radio in the office. Shen Yanbing could have made the decision entirely on her own, but out of respect for Chang Kun, she asked for his opinion.

"Editor-in-Chief Shen, this piece doesn't quite shine on a harmonica; it would truly capture its essence with an ocarina."

"Oh?"

Shen Yanbing was surprised that the two of them could actually have a meaningful conversation.

"Ocarina...ocarina," he tapped his finger on the desk, recalling the ocarina's tone, his eyes lighting up. "Indeed, the ocarina should bring out the charm of this piece even better!"

As a seasoned writer, he had heard countless tunes and could immediately grasp the feeling of playing "Hometown" on an ocarina.

"Xiao Lin, you're fast. Go to the department next door and get a staccato. Just say I need it." Shen Yanbing quickly walked out of the office and instructed the young man downstairs.

"Okay!" Upon hearing the command, Kobayashi took off running.

The Ministry of Culture was right next door. In less than five minutes, he ran back, covered in sweat, and handed the ocarina to Shen Yanbing with both hands.

"Don't give it to me, give it to Chang Kun." Shen Yanbing gestured with her head.

Xiao Lin's face darkened slightly, and he rushed off, panting heavily, all to get the ocarina for Chang Kun...

He already felt that the piece wasn't composed by Chang Kun, and now that he'd been sent on this trip, he disliked Chang Kun even more.

"Close the door from the outside."

Shen Yanbing could tell at a glance that Xiao Lin was in a bad mood, and she didn't tolerate it, so she kicked him out of the house.

"Xiao Kun, try this ocarina."

Alright, since we're already here, let's give it a try playing the ocarina.

Holding the ocarina in his hand, Chang Kun slowly recalled the feeling of playing the ocarina in his past life.

Back then, I only played it a few times occasionally, and I was far less skilled than when I played the harmonica.

At this moment, only Chang Kun and Shen Yanbing were in the office. After a moment, Chang Kun slowly brought the ocarina to his lips.

Unlike the bright and crisp sound of the harmonica, the ocarina's tone carries a hazy echo, like mist rising from a mountain stream, carrying the austere feeling of grass and trees, making it naturally suitable for the piece "Hometown".

As the melody began, a lingering sense of melancholy led Shen Yanbing back to the old village entrance. The wind stirred up fragments of memories, soft yet carrying a touch of heartache.

After a long while, the music stopped, and neither of them spoke for a moment, each immersed in the lingering melody.

"well--!"

After a long pause, Shen Yanbing sighed, "This is my true hometown. It's like looking at flowers through the mist, always so hazy and indistinct..."

"In my opinion, older people will like to listen to the ocarina playing the tune of their hometown, like searching for their hometown in the mist, which is empty, distant and melancholy."

Young people would probably prefer listening to the harmonica; it evokes thoughts of home under the sun, a cool and warm feeling.

Two different timbres, it's really hard to decide.

At this moment, Chang Kun also came back to his senses from his memories of his past life and said, "Editor-in-Chief Shen, what's so difficult about this? It's not like we're going to play it on the radio all day. We can just use both instruments and play them in turn."

"You know, young people are quick-witted; I never even thought of that."

After listening to the ocarina playing "Hometown," Shen Yanbing became even more certain that the piece was composed by Chang Kun.

After Chang Kun finished playing the piece, the sorrowful expression on his face, still lingering in the afterglow, could only be understood by an elderly person like Shen Yanbing.

This young man is so young, what could he have dreamed about that gave him such rich emotions...?

……

Meanwhile, inside the newspaper office on the first floor.

Xiao Lin, who had just retrieved the ocarina, looked annoyed and was arguing with another young man.

"Old Zhang, that piece definitely wasn't composed by Chang Kun. Look at him, he's even younger than me!"

Old Zhang, who was usually closest to Xiao Lin, nodded in agreement upon hearing this: "Exactly, what were we doing at this age?"

"What else could we do? It had only been a few years since the founding of the People's Republic of China. We were just wandering around the streets, not thinking about composing music..."

"As Elder Shen said, this piece is expansive and profound; the composer must be very experienced. Chang Kun is so young, what experience could he possibly have!"

"What's most infuriating is that he just made it up out of thin air, saying he had a dream in which his family experienced a huge upheaval, and that's why he composed this piece... Why didn't he just say he composed this piece in a dream!"

"What can we do? Old Shen already believed it..."

"well--"

Both men sighed simultaneously; they would rather believe a sow climbing a tree than accept Chang Kun's composition.

……

Chang Kun chatted with Shen Yanbing for a while, then got up to say goodbye and leave.

"Goodbye, Comrade Xiao Chang. If you have any good pieces in the future, just send them directly to this newspaper office."

"Okay, Editor-in-Chief Shen, I'll be going now. Please stay."

He casually agreed. In Chang Kun's memory, there were quite a few famous pieces of music. He just needed to find an opportunity to write them down.

As he went down to the first floor, he was met by Kobayashi and another young man, who were looking at him with ill intent.

Chang Kun touched his nose, wondering why there were people everywhere who were dissatisfied.

It's none of their business if they compose their own music. They're jumping out to court disaster, only to be thoroughly humiliated later. Are they happy about that?