Chapter 593 Lu Sheng_1

"A pot of wandering travels, hard to drink, after you left, the wine warms memories, missing withers away..."

Inside a certain room.

Yang Zhongming wore headphones, quietly listening to the song "The Broken East Wind."

When the lyrics reached "Who's playing the pipa, strumming a tune of 'The Broken East Wind,'" a faint smile gradually appeared on Yang Zhongming's calm face.

"A Gong mode, huh, so that's how it is."

He nodded slightly, his eyes faintly glowing, fully grasping the creative approach of this song.

*This kid really didn't let me down.*

As for the seasonal rankings, Yang Zhongming hadn't bothered to check.

*He couldn't recall when, but several years ago, he stopped checking seasonal rankings after releasing songs.*

*For Yang Zhongming, publishing a song meant his goal was achieved.*

*Taking first place was never his objective.*

Suddenly.

The phone rang.