No one believed that the Yi boy who curled up in a rental apartment on the sixth floor of Hangzhou and sang into his mobile phone would become the king of the Chinese music scene - not even he believed it. At that time, he dropped out of school to seek medical treatment for his seriously ill grandmother, and relied on his naturally good voice to break out of the Wenxingge Audio Hall. My confession was rejected during the Torch Festival, and my sweetheart disappeared overnight. The next day, grandma cut off her last thoughts with her last words. His adoptive father's madness caused him to permanently lose his hearing in a pool of blood. From the speech hall to the tens of thousands of people in the stadium, he sang everything he lost in his songs - except for the person who never looked back in the light of the Torch Festival.
