ryussom action & romance confirmed😭🎉
'I’m jung gunhwa’s boyfriend..& a detective of the violent crimes unit but because jung gunhwa falls into debt I somehow end up investigating the process of resolving it, so there’s action & romance too'
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Zhang Yanqi's friends are showing their support for the release of 《山和故人》 😭😭😭
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1. Liu Ye
Everyone, give it a listen and support Qiqi! 💥💥
#zhangyanqi#张颜齐
7. Yao Xiaotang
A new album from a new friend~~
Ooh, made a new discovery~~
Xiaotang's here to get hooked on it~~
Teacher Zhang is awesome!
Zhang Yanqi: That day, I heard the teacher's raw vocals in the studio. They were so good they brought me to tears 😢 Who's jealous? I'm not saying. I've secretly started giving myself extra practice😭
Zhang Yanqi 《山和故人》 album introduction
The south is damp. Dampness finds its way into the cracks of your bones. Memories never quite dry; they grow into green moss. The north is dry. Words crack the moment they leave your lips. Leave the past out in the sun, and it crumbles into powder.
I carried the moisture of the south with me as I traveled north. Whenever the season turns so dry that the wind begins to rise, a faint ache settles into my joints. It is the old rain of the south, searching within me for its riverbed.
"I once believed that people could leave their families behind and live on their own; that they could forget their personal histories and those who raised them, and recreate themselves anew." Yet across different backgrounds, we find ourselves silently sharing similar struggles with the generations before us. Conflicts and contradictions in understanding run through our lives from beginning to end, though we often only realize it much later.
And so the body becomes a boundary marker. One side seeps with a belated rainy season; the other is covered by an early frost.
The river wind blows through, stirring hazy memories of the mountain city. Moss-green walls and towering buildings are no longer two worlds apart. Looking back once more, landscape and memory intertwine until they become inseparable.
Amid the surging tides of old and new, the self is also something fluid like the river, like time itself. In the end, all we can hold is a handful of water infused with longing. The silence of the mountains is also an invitation to look inward again.
The place once called home, in the very moment we leave it, suddenly becomes our hometown.
Mountains and old friends weave the net of fate...
When two continental plates collide, the earth's crust is violently compressed, folded, fractured, and thrust upward, giving rise to mountains. Human beings are shaped in much the same way, through connection and displacement within society.
A person is fate.
Fate does not exist outside our actions; fate exists within them.
Just as a mountain never responds, it simply exists. Like a silent force of stress, it shapes a person's entire life into a sloping hillside.
And every gaze exchanged with one's hometown, every entanglement with the past, is that piece of earth slowly rising through time.
These songs are the mountain ranges that have grown from those folds and fractures. Along with two special gifts, still waiting to be unlocked, that grew among the mountains and quietly await discovery.
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