Ah Yue traveled through this troubled world with only one thought: to survive. Good news: She is a singer, with a clear voice, and she can barely make a living. Bad news: The place where she was working was a refugee camp where large-scale fighting could break out at any time. The men here all have green eyes, and the dough in their hands is more important than their lives. In order not to be starved to death or beaten to death, Ah Yue held her broken pipa in her arms and tremblingly sang the gentlest song in her memory. She thought, music can always make people calm a little bit, right? Please, let her live one more day! As a result... The strong men who had been beaten to death for half a pancake a second ago stopped. The refugees who were still crying and cursing the next second, planning to storm the city gate, fell silent. Everyone looked at her with red eyes, as if they were seeing the moon in their hometown. From there, things started to go wrong. "Girl Ah Yue, let's listen to you today and stop making trouble! What shall we sing tomorrow?" "Girl Ah Yue, the people in the camp next door bully us, sing a song to cheer us up!" "Girl Ah Yue, we all listen to you, you are our backbone!" Ah Yue: Σ( ° △ °|||) Help! I'm just a social media singer, don't add drama to me! I really can't afford the position of leader of the homeless! What's even worse is that the legendary iron-blooded general who kills without blinking an eye would always rein in his horse and stop outside her hut every time he visited the homeless camp, listening to her sing one song after another with an inquiring look that seemed to see through her bones. General: This woman's singing voice can soothe tens of thousands of refugees. She is no ordinary person. She must have an agenda.
