His name is Lin Jiao, he comes from a family of folk artists, and his musical attainments are amazing. Ever since he entered the entertainment industry, he has been perfectly protected by those who appreciate him. The world will always be pure and beautiful in his eyes. His voice and music have never been tainted by the filth of fame and fortune, and he has never understood those equally lovely musicians who work hard to make money for business and crazily want to become popular. Until I met him, Jiu Kankan saw a former punk boy, an Internet celebrity who had gone out of style 18 times after debuting for 18 years. Since he was deceived by life and was no longer a scumbag, he only had a sporadic spark of passion for music, and he was working hard to rely on self-deprecation. He pretended to be stupid and sold his persona in an attempt to create another wave in this wandering bubble, until he met the pure and beautiful him. His little pride, always with a prickly little horn, inexplicably rubbed in his heart, arousing his love for the world and music. They accomplished each other, tolerated each other, grew up with each other, had endless struggles and torture, but they all became more perfect versions of themselves.