One is the young body of a faded idol; the other, an aged soul that spent thirty years alone in another world. Lin Shen transmigrates here, carrying melodies that went unnoticed in his previous life and the memory of a meaningless death. In this world, where music flourishes but emotions run shallow, his voiceless throat can only sing songs from a bygone era, each one steeped in bone-deep loneliness.
Su Jingying, a gifted director of the new generation, is unable to truly feel joy or sorrow. The moment a chance recording of someone humming in a subway passage strikes through her emotional defenses like a sledgehammer, she begins frantically searching for that voice. She sees how out of place he is behind the noisy world of fame and fortune, and recognizes the same desolation in the depths of his soul as in her own.
He tries to save himself with music; she resolves to pursue him through light and shadow. When the secret comes to light and public opinion erupts, they find themselves at the center of the storm. He says, "My singing carries thirty years of a life no one ever noticed." She replies, "My world has just enough room for one old soul."
The fading ashes of two worlds are kindled by one another in this moment, and in an eternal symphony, they find the one and only echo.
Twisted, depressed. In fact, it can be written well, but the author uses the third person to write the first person's self-analysis style. This is what the author wants to express, constantly explaining to the readers, and instilling his own consciousness. Similar to preaching and repeated indoctrination. This kind of writing is difficult to bring in, and it is particularly uncomfortable for readers. Novels always use small points to make sense of things, and small things to reveal big things. For example, if you write about chaos in the world, you can't just say that the emperor is crazy and the ministers are selfish. Instead, it starts with the common people, and then tells the story of what happened due to the policy of that year, and slowly writes about a chaotic world. You can't keep talking about it. I've been alive for fifty-two years. What haven't I seen? You have lived a hundred and two years, and there are so many things you have never seen or heard of. What time deserves for you is precipitation and experience, not wrinkles painted on your face. You have to tell others the story behind these folds, instead of boasting about it countless times to try to make others understand. The Qin that appears in the article, let's take the simplest unit example. For example, if you want to write about the resonance of an old man, you can't just praise you for having a story. It can be summed up in one sentence, I have a story, do you have wine? From the sound of the piano to the look of the shopkeeper, from the look to the shopkeeper's memory, from the memories to the story, and from the story to the sound of the piano, such a past event, the sound of the piano and the two are intertwined, and the overlap can make the story vivid. The author's big taboo is to introduce himself into the world of martial arts. Remember that there is always a book between the author and the reader, which is also the distance between the reader and the protagonist. Writing with an independent personality is what the author should do.
To be honest, the writing is pretty good and I also like the style, but it's too depressing, especially the second time I signed the contract, knowing it was a scam but I still signed it.