What surprised Wen Meimei was that when this man played and sang the song, he wasn't looking at the music score at all!
My God, had he really memorized the guitar music and the lyrics in just one day?
Wen Meimei silently marveled, there were truly more things in heaven and earth.
If it had been her, even if she could have memorized it, she might not have been able to perform so naturally.
As the man sang the last word, the accompaniment suddenly stopped, and he tightly clutched the microphone stand, his body starting to tremble, breaking into uncontrollable sobs.
A grown man, weeping loudly in the bustling center of the public square.
Witnessing this, passersby stopped one after the other to watch.
Some snickered secretly, others wore expressions of confusion—why had this man suddenly started to cry?
Meimei was somewhat puzzled herself, but even more so, she was moved.
She understood something.
She stepped forward, raised her hand, and patted the man on the shoulder.
