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

Chang Kun felt helpless.

This old man Shen is obsessed with the music, and now he's even offering to trade his handwritten copy for it.

"Old Shen, what's so good about the piece? Why are you so fixated on it?"

"Hehe, good music can be passed down for hundreds of years and can be appreciated by many people. Why not?"

"Judging from your tone, the music really exists. Don't hide it anymore; I'll bring you the handwritten copy later."

After hesitating for a moment, Chang Kun nodded: "Mr. Shen, then that's fine."

Having many famous songs in mind, I pondered for a moment and chose a Japanese song called "Thoughts Across Time." This kind of song is plain and simple, and even in a few years, it cannot be judged as a capitalist cliché.

The song is for Inuyasha's voice acting; it's the love song between Inuyasha and Kagome. Anyone who's seen this show is probably not young anymore.

"Mr. Shen, this piece of music can be played with a xiao (vertical bamboo flute) or a dizi (Chinese flute), but it would be best if you had a shakuhachi (another type of Chinese bamboo flute)."

This piece has been played on various musical instruments in later generations. Chang Kun was worried that there were no other instruments available, so he suggested the xiao (vertical bamboo flute) and dizi (bamboo flute), the two most common instruments.

"That's perfect. I have both a xiao (vertical bamboo flute) and a dizi (Chinese flute) here. I'll use the xiao."

He took out a bamboo flute and handed it to Chang Kun. Old Shen sat upright and stared at him.

Holding the xiao (vertical bamboo flute), Chang Kun calmed himself down and brought the flute close to his lips.

As the sobbing sounds began, the two people in the office simultaneously fell into a strange emotion.

As he played the long flute, Chang Kun felt a mix of emotions from his past life, and many forgotten things resurfaced in his mind, including his younger sister, his parents, and himself. He sighed endlessly.

Old Shen, listening to the music, had his wise eyes become blurry. He seemed to be remembering something, muttering to himself, "Xiao Cui, are you... alright?"

As the music ended, Chang Kun sighed to himself.

This piece of music really shouldn't be listened to too often. When I first heard it, I felt my heart overflow with longing, but after listening to it a few more times, my mood became much heavier.

At the office door, I found myself surrounded by employees of the literary newspaper. I listened quietly to the xiao (vertical bamboo flute) music and remained lost in thought for a long time.

The feeling of longing is something that almost everyone experiences to some degree, except for those who are young and carefree.

Some people at the door smiled, some shook their heads and sighed, and some were on the verge of tears.

Xiao Lin and Lao Zhang stood at the very back of the crowd, their mouths agape, their faces filled with disbelief.

The song "Hometown" had already shocked them beyond measure, and they thought Chang Kun had copied it from somewhere.

Now, hearing him play the xiao (vertical bamboo flute) inside again, I can't help but feel deeply moved. Just by looking at the reactions of my colleagues after listening to the piece, I know that this is another timeless masterpiece.

Did he copy it from somewhere again?

Or is it that I have been wronging Chang Kun all along? Is he really that kind of unparalleled genius?

The two exchanged a glance, their eyes showing a hint of panic.

Editor Zou was also at the door, gently wiping the moisture from the corner of his eyes. He turned around and saw Xiao Lin and Lao Zhang, and glared at them fiercely.

Those two are absolutely terrible! I'll make them responsible for sweeping the floors of both office buildings!

Catching a glimpse of Editor Zou's gaze, Old Zhang felt even more panicked. He was being looked down upon by his boss! He hoped he wouldn't be targeted!

Damn it, it's all Xiaolin's fault, I trusted him!

Thinking of this, she glared at Xiao Lin fiercely. If there weren't so many people around and she didn't dare to make a sound, she would have cursed him a few times.

Xiao Lin looked at Editor Zou, then at Lao Zhang, feeling bewildered. Why were the two of them glaring at him?

Is reasonable suspicion no longer acceptable?

Not daring to glare at Editor Zou, he glared back at Old Zhang.

They said they were the best colleagues, and that's it?

"Sigh!" Old Shen sighed deeply in his office.

"This music is distressing; as people get older, they shouldn't listen to it too often."

Old Shen waved his hand, and as he listened to the music, he thought of Xiao Cui from the village when he was young and unmarried.

That was the stirring of youth, something I thought I'd never remember at this age. But this melody has stirred up memories. I wonder how Xiao Cui is doing now...

He shook his head, clearing his mind of all distractions. His wife was now gentle, virtuous, and polite; he couldn't afford to have any wild thoughts.

"This piece is another masterpiece, no less impressive than 'Hometown' from last time. It's truly amazing! What's its name?"

Chang Kun smiled faintly. This piece of music is more widely known than in his hometown, so of course it's excellent.

"The name of this piece is 'Longing Across Time,' Mr. Shen."

"Great! Great melody! Great name too! It's a pity this kind of melody isn't suitable for the general public to listen to, otherwise I would have put it on the radio again."

"Old Shen, please don't!" Chang Kun quickly advised, as he didn't want to become famous again.

As the saying goes, "People fear becoming famous, just as pigs fear growing fat." In a few years, when the winds of change blow, these celebrities will all become lambs to the slaughter. He certainly doesn't want to become like that.

"Mr. Shen, the piece has been played, what about the handwritten manuscript?"

"Haha, are you afraid I'll renege on my debt? The handwritten copy is at home, come with me to get it, and while we're at it, shall we grab some lunch? We'll write out this score."

"No, I have something to do later, so I'll head back first. I'll come back tomorrow to pick up the manuscript." Afraid that spending too much time with Old Master Shen might lead him to advise him to be prudent in his actions over the next few years, Chang Kun quickly got up to take his leave.

Faced with the tides of the times, all he could do was protect his own family.

"That's fine then, Xiao Zou, help me see Chang Kun off." Old Shen had just finished listening to the music and was feeling a bit down, so he didn't want to get up.

Editor Zou, who was standing at the door, quickly responded and followed Chang Kun down the stairs.

"Chang Kun, your composition is truly divine!"

He looked on with relish, wanting to listen to this tune a few more times.

While listening to the music just now, I thought of my ex-wife. We had a sweet and harmonious time when we first got married, but unfortunately, she had a difficult childbirth later...

Sigh! I've drifted off into thought again without even realizing it!

Seeing that Editor Zou was distracted, Chang Kun advised, "Editor Zou, this piece of music is not suitable for listening to too much; it can easily upset your mind."

"Hey, Chang Kun, you're right. I really shouldn't listen to too much. My heart is still heavy."

Other colleagues nearby also chimed in.

"This must be another famous piece."

"This piece of music is truly extraordinary; it evokes such deep thought in us!"

"Chang Kun is truly amazing; every piece he plays is so good!"

"If we could get on the radio again, that would be amazing!"

"Two famous songs in one month, both getting on the radio? That's unbelievable!"

Old Zhang, who was standing to the side, had been hiding behind the crowd, looking embarrassed and not daring to speak, for fear of attracting attention.

Kobayashi's face flushed red, and he opened his mouth, but could not say anything.

Chang Kun composed another piece of music, and everyone is vying to praise it. Should I then question it?

Just like the editor said, you need evidence to raise questions; you can't just make things up!

If you dare to question Chang Kun now, you'll probably be drowned in your colleagues' spittle.

Chang Kun wouldn't waste his eyes on this clown and said goodbye to Editor Zou.

I rode my bicycle all the way to the supply and marketing cooperative.

Today, the section chief approved my leave of absence, and I also received a women's watch as a reward. I'm going to give it to my mother; I wonder how happy she will be.