Thinking of you when the wind blows

Chapter 1

Jiang Jianhuan stopped in his tracks.

The bustling streets were filled with a mix of sounds, creating a noisy and chaotic atmosphere.

The summer breeze carried a stifling heat, and my chest felt as if it were being pressed down by an invisible force, making it hard to breathe.

The traffic lights are flashing, the traffic is congested, and a singer's music video is playing on the wide LED screen of a building across the street. The color scheme is cold and simple, and the various scenes inside are constantly changing. A tall and slender figure passes through the middle of the screen.

He lowered his head slightly, his profile was cold and handsome, and his shadow slanted across the ground and walls, casting long shadows.

In the flickering light and shadow, the curtains swayed, and a small cactus sat on the light wood table.

The man's voice rang out, clear and low, like the first ray of sunlight piercing through the morning mist, giving the eardrums the greatest enjoyment.

Several passersby stopped below, all looking up and staring intently, some even softly singing along, their eyes shining as they focused on the figure.

That place is Sumer.

He was dubbed a miracle singer by the media.

He never participates in any commercial activities. In the three years since he entered the public eye, he has only held one concert tour. However, his albums are always sold out as soon as they are released, and his new singles always top the charts on major music websites. Moreover, after releasing his first work, he swept major music awards at home and abroad within a year.

The song is called "No Joy".

It started when a blogger on a short video website used this song as background music. Later, the video received over a million likes, and the song became popular. Others followed suit and used it as background music for their videos.

During that period, this song was almost universally known, and people could hum it offhand without even realizing it.

The song suddenly became a hit and swept across every corner like wildfire. Several celebrities even strongly recommended the song on Weibo, and it could be heard everywhere.

Everyone thought Su Mo would debut, but he disappeared for a long time, so long that the public almost forgot he existed. Then he came out with his latest work, and this time it was a whole album.

There are seven songs in total, and almost everyone has listened to each one on repeat.

On the subway, while walking, shopping, or reading, the male voice coming through my headphones is clean, pure, clear, and has a calming power.

No matter where you are, you can instantly relax and feel light, as if you've returned to that simple and serene state, with your eyes slightly closed, head tilted back, and a smile unconsciously appearing on your lips.

Every song seems to be enjoyable to listen to a hundred times.

Su Mo did not attend any of the award ceremonies for the song "No Joy," leaving fans extremely disappointed. They had liked him for so long, but they didn't even know what he looked like.

Su Mo's mystery is well-known. If it weren't for the constant stream of new works, people would almost doubt whether Su Mo truly exists in this world.

News of a concert broke in the second year after Su Mo became famous.

Fans went crazy. Tickets for the concert, which can hold 10,000 people, sold out within a minute of going on sale. This happened at every one of the twelve shows across the country.

Later, it was said that when Su Mo came out, countless people cried out in pain. It was supposed to be an exciting moment, but the entire venue was filled with sobs.

Su Mo, dressed in a simple T-shirt and trousers, held a microphone. Her clean and pretty face was projected onto the LED screen, her eyes filled with a slight warmth, and the corners of her mouth had a gentle curve.

"Don't cry."

The moment the sound came out, the crying below intensified.

It was a song that had played countless times in my ears, so familiar it was ingrained in my very being, yet now it rang out with unparalleled clarity. Real, tangible, right before my eyes.

What a moving experience this is!

Just looking at that figure on the stage made my chest tremble, my nose tingle, and tears stream down my face uncontrollably.

That's great.

It's so good to see you.

That concert frequently trended on social media, and countless netizens who couldn't get tickets relied on the photos and videos posted by these fans for their spiritual sustenance, watching them several times a day and pretending they had also been there.

After the concert, fans eagerly awaited his next project. Many secretly vowed that next time, they would definitely install a 100 Mbps broadband connection, or even go to scalpers to get tickets.

Unfortunately, they never got to see it again.

Sumer never held another concert.

In the following two years, he released new works, but he rarely appeared in the media. People only knew that he had established his own studio, occasionally attended some award ceremonies, and sang movie theme songs twice.

When people mention him, their first impression is—

He is a very talented original musician.

He is Su Mo.

The red light flashed, then the green light came on, and pedestrians crossed the road one after another. The crowd brushed past each other, and Jiang Jianhuan looked up and stared blankly at the figure inside until his heels ached.

She blinked and reached out to touch her face, which was covered in tears.

This is the umpteenth time I've seen him on the street and I've unconsciously burst into tears. Perhaps returning to China was a mistake.

At least abroad, his presence and voice won't be ubiquitous on the streets.

It was like torture.

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iro brand's domestic headquarters.

Just before the last second of workday, Jiang Jianhuan clocked in and entered the building. The elevator went straight to the eighteenth floor, and as soon as she sat down, she was called in by an internal phone call. Behind the desk was Jiang Yuan, the chief designer of this new product launch.

"Have you finished preparing all the outfits for this fashion show? I've also sent you the guest list to your email; please double-check it when you have time."

Jiang Yuan's slightly rapid speaking speed fully reflects her decisive and efficient personality; she was tidying up the table while talking to her.