Picking Up Fragments in PUBG

"Where are the people who accompanied me back then? The ones I once loved, what do they look like now? Were the dreams of the past fulfilled? Or are they only fit for commemoration now? Let time dry everything up, yet I can no longer find my true self..."

The song continued, and everyone hoped it would never end, as their tears hadn’t stopped flowing.

Once, in our pride, we all carried lofty ideals, rushing through unfamiliar cities just to chase the truest dreams deep in our hearts.

Once, no matter how hard life was, we believed that as long as we worked hard, success was within reach.

Once, we naively thought that even a tiny room could nurture the most beautiful love.

But now? Where have the companions gone? Where have the loved ones gone? And where have the dreams of the past gone?

Now, the fast pace of society leaves us no time to reflect on our inner selves. Gradually, to survive in this harsh world, we’ve grown a thick shell over our hearts.

Slowly, we’ve lost the ability to cry, as fewer things can break through that shell and truly touch us.

We can still remember secretly shedding tears while watching *Titanic* in school, not daring to let classmates notice. We also remember the resolute determination to join the military after being stirred by stories of flood relief efforts.

"Looking up at the vast galaxy, the stars that once accompanied me—do you still remember the stories from here? Life, like an unfeeling carving knife, has changed our appearance. Must we wither before we bloom? I once had dreams..."

In the final chorus, Jiang Siming sang with extraordinary passion. The veins on his neck stood out, imbuing the song with powerful emotional resonance and a call to action that gripped everyone.

Jiang Siming’s song didn’t just hurt; it struck deep, like a sharp file carving into everyone’s heart.

When careers remain lackluster and love becomes elusive, can we still say we’re unafraid of failure in youth?

One day, we’ll realize that we’ve long since grown old.

Many like to say, "I’m getting old," even at just twenty or thirty. Because what ages is not the body, but the heart.

We’re no longer reckless, no longer carefree, no longer open-hearted, no longer smiling.

Instead, we carry the weight of life’s pressures, the fear of marriage, the disappointment in the future, and the hesitation in the face of difficulties.

We’re sensitive, stubborn, and act tough to the end. We hurt others easily and are just as easily hurt in return.

We chase fleeting joys and revel in the beauty of solitude.

We believe we’re unique, convinced the world will change because of us.

And yet, we awaken to the reality that we’re no longer young, and our future may no longer hold endless possibilities.

The once vibrant scenes of life have become faded memories... Without realizing it, we’ve drifted far from youth.

Everything we once had has been shattered by reality. All that’s left is silent lamentation, unable to leave anything behind.

In short, one song brought countless netizens to tears!

As the song ended, Jiang Siming’s livestream was showered with a frenzy of virtual gifts. People kept giving! Even those who had no money immediately recharged their accounts, adding dozens or even hundreds of coins to send all at once!

It was like watching a perfect video on Bilibili that resonated deeply—you couldn’t help but thank and admire the creator, tossing in a few coins to show appreciation.

Without this outlet, their emotions would have nowhere to go.

The scene of virtual gifts flooding in could only be rivaled by the finals of a fan festival.

After finishing the song, Jiang Siming exhaled deeply, dispelling the lingering gloom from yesterday. Right now, he really felt like going to the balcony to smoke a cigarette.

Fortunately, Xiao Xian thoughtfully recorded the song, knowing everyone would want to listen to it again.

"I’ve temporarily saved the recording of ’Old Boy’ using software. I’ll play it for you while I take a quick bathroom break," Jiang Siming said. After starting the playback, he went up to the rooftop to relax.

Despite the host’s absence, the number of viewers in the livestream didn’t decrease—it only increased. As long as the song was playing, they were perfectly content to stay and listen.

The popularity of "Old Boy" skyrocketed even faster and reached greater heights than Jiang Siming’s previous songs. In less than two hours, it was trending on social media, with countless listeners moved to tears and eagerly recommending it to their friends and family. Experience more on

The song spread like a wildfire in Idaho’s forests—its rapid spread and far-reaching impact etched into listeners’ minds.

Now, "Old Boy" was like that fire, keeping countless people awake at night, tossing and turning.

Meanwhile, numerous Jiang Siming fan groups began emerging online, growing in size and influence.

It’s not common for just one or two good songs to achieve this level of impact. Yet Jiang Siming had delivered masterpiece after masterpiece, creating wave after wave of explosive impact in the calm waters of the Chinese music scene.

More and more people were becoming his fans, and the music industry was starting to pay serious attention to this rising musical genius. Even interview programs began to express strong interest in him.

After finishing his cigarette on the rooftop, Jiang Siming returned feeling relaxed and carefree. However, while he was at ease, his audience remained immersed in the sadness evoked by the song.

Even after listening several times, this song wasn’t something one could become numb to after just a few repeats. Its emotional power was enough to move people to tears even after years of revisiting it.

Fearing that everyone might grow despondent, Jiang Siming initially wanted to stop the playback. But a flood of audience protests and petitions stopped him.

With no choice, Jiang Siming let the song play on. He didn’t speak further, quietly picking up his phone to play *Honor of Kings*.

The next morning, Jiang Siming went to the recording studio to professionally record the entire song. It was immediately uploaded to major music platforms, and download counts skyrocketed like a rocket launch.

However, Jiang Siming didn’t have the time to focus on these developments. At that moment, he was driving his Bugatti to Hongqiao Railway Station to pick up Tuantuan.

Tuantuan had finally convinced her family to let her move from her hometown in Hunan to work in Shanghai.

Ever since she fell in love with Jiang Siming, the thought of working in Shanghai had lingered strongly in her mind. Unfortunately, her parents, worried about her safety, had refused to agree.

Tuantuan waited and waited, almost wilting like a flower, and nearly falling ill with longing before her parents finally relented.

Their agreement came only because she would be accompanied by her close friend, which barely reassured them.

Once given the green light, Tuantuan was overjoyed, packed her bags immediately, and rushed to Shanghai.

Her father and mother were quite unhappy, scolding her for being ungrateful and eager to leave.

In response, Tuantuan sweetly reassured them of her love, though her actions betrayed her words as she swiftly boarded the high-speed train.