But he really thought this song was pretty good. Whether it was the lyrics or the melody, it should count as a good song, so how could no one like to listen to it?

He refused to believe it!

With a stubborn streak, he didn’t go home right away. Instead, he hopped on his bike and headed back.

From the school to the neighborhood, from the neighborhood to the school, Old Thompson had been riding this route back and forth for nearly twenty years—so many times he’d lost count. He knew every shop on both sides of the road, even with his eyes closed.

So, he quickly found another store.

Question: Do you know the song ""Hidden Fragrance""? Do you have the cassette?

Answer: Never heard of it, don’t know it.

This was really strange!

He got back on his bike and went to another store.

Question: Do you know the song ""Hidden Fragrance""? Do you have the cassette?

Answer: Never heard of it, don’t know it.

This time, Old Thompson was starting to lose steam.

He couldn’t help it—one store didn’t know, two stores didn’t know, and the third store still didn’t know...

Luckily, after leaving this store, there was another one right next door.

Question: ...

Answer: ...

Mr. Thompson walked out of the Nth music store, his face stern and full of worries.

He felt helpless.

But at the same time, a bit gratified.

Because now he could be sure that the song ""Hidden Fragrance,"" whose lyrics he thought were really well written, truly had no listeners and no one selling it! It was completely unknown!

This made him sigh at how restless young people were these days: such a good song, such good lyrics, and yet not a single young person was willing to calm down and really listen, to feel the meaning within the lyrics?

Fortunately, fortunately... fortunately his son had been influenced by him since childhood. Though a bit mischievous, his taste in aesthetics hadn’t gone astray—look, a song that so many music stores had never even heard of, and this kid actually managed to dig it up, even planning to sing it to his little girlfriend. Clearly, his taste was quite unique.

Unconsciously, Mr. Thompson started thinking about how he’d raised his son, summarizing the successful points, and at the same time, he began to reflect deeply on the current education system...

Well, this was purely the subconscious reaction of an old educator.

Riding his Changjiang-brand bicycle, he pondered deeply all the way home. Just as he entered the neighborhood, a car approached from the opposite direction. Mr. Thompson instinctively moved aside, not expecting the car to slowly come to a stop.

“Uncle Samuel, are you just getting off work?”

Mr. Thompson was taken aback. Looking up, he saw Olivia Miller in the red sports car. He snapped back to his senses, got off his bike, and said with a big smile, “Little Olivia, are you heading out?”

Olivia Miller said, “I’m going back to Shuntianfu. Uncle Samuel, my dad’s business has been busy lately, so he’s often not home. I’ve been so busy myself that I can’t even stay at home. If my mom ever has something she can’t handle, I’ll have to trouble you to lend a hand. When I come back for the New Year, I’ll treat you and Aunt Geng to a drink, how about it?”

Mr. Thompson laughed heartily and waved his hand, “We’ve been neighbors for so many years, do you even need to say that? Don’t worry, just focus on your work! And keep making good music—our Little Henry especially loves your songs, always playing them at home!”

Upon hearing this, Olivia Miller showed a slightly odd expression, but quickly smiled and nodded as if nothing was out of the ordinary. “Then I’ll be off, Uncle Samuel. I’ll be counting on you!” With that, she reached for the gear shift, ready to start the car.

But Mr. Thompson suddenly remembered what had just happened and quickly said, “Little Olivia, Uncle just remembered something—let me ask you.”

Olivia Miller paused and said, “What is it?”

Mr. Thompson said, “Recently, there seems to be a song called... what was it... oh, right, ""Hidden Fragrance."" I’ve been looking for it in music stores, but they all say they’ve never heard of it. You’re in the music industry and know this stuff well, so I figured you must have heard of it?”

Olivia Miller frowned slightly at this, shook her head, and said, “Whose song is it? The name is just ""Hidden Fragrance""?”

Mr. Thompson said, “Yeah, just Hidden Fragrance. As for whose song... well, haha, I really don’t know.”

Olivia Miller thought for a moment, very seriously, then shook her head again. “The people at the music stores are probably right. I haven’t heard of this song either... Uncle Samuel, you don’t know, but for us in the music business, whenever a new song is released, whether we like it or not, we’ll listen to it. So for songs from the past few years, I’m pretty sure I’ve heard almost all of them. But the one you mentioned... I really haven’t heard it.”

Mr. Thompson was stunned, “You haven’t even heard of it?”

Olivia Miller replied earnestly, “No.” Then added, “Maybe it’s an old song from before? Then it’s normal that I don’t know it. How about this, Uncle, don’t worry. I’ll look up some information for you when I get back. If there really is such a song, I’ll find the cassette and mail it to you, okay?”

Mr. Thompson was still a bit absent-minded, and just nodded instinctively, “Oh, oh, that’s good, that’s good, sorry to trouble you to help Uncle look for it...”

Olivia Miller smiled at him, shifted gears, and said, “Then I’ll be off, Uncle Samuel. If I find anything, I’ll call you first. Goodbye.”

“Oh, okay, okay, goodbye, goodbye.”

With a roar, the red sports car’s engine started up, and the car sped away.