"What's this, young lady? We can't listen to your so-called 'low cone.' That stuff is too noisy; it gives me a headache."

"That's called DJing, and there's also disk jockeying. It's something people do in nightclubs."

"What's a nightclub for? Do they just open at night?"

"Hey, it's just like the night shows with acrobats we went to at the fair when we were kids. It's a place young people like to go."

"Oh my, can they still perform that stuff? Aren't they cracking down on vice these days? Aren't you afraid of getting caught?"

"Why else do you think it's called a nightclub? They open at night when all respectable people are asleep. Who's going to catch them?"

"Goodness gracious, Li, don't say any more! I'll have to keep an eye on my old man. If he finds out, who knows, he might just go there one day. If he gets caught, that'd be the end of it."

Yang Lin watched this scene, completely dumbfounded. Hasn't this all gone off-track? What are these aunties talking about? Is the nightclub they're discussing the same one I know? Why does it feel like they're talking about something... indecent?

"Don't just stand there!" Chu Tian called out from the pavilion, scratching his head. "Hurry up and talk about the song. Don't listen to their nonsense. By the time they're done rambling, it'll be dark. If you want to listen to them, next time just go find a village, sit at its entrance, and listen all you want, alright?"

He never imagined Yang Lin would get so hooked on listening, he thought. Is the Auntie Information Center really that captivating?

"Oh, right, the song... the song..."

Yang Lin had indeed gotten hooked on listening. The main reason was that these aunties spoke so amusingly; they clearly knew nothing but talked as if they were experts on everything.

If Chu Tian hadn't reminded me, I feel like I could have kept listening, she thought.

Fortunately, she snapped back to reality. She quickly patted her pocket, only then remembering that President Chu had apparently given her a USB drive when she arrived.

"Um, Auntie," Yang Lin began, "I have a song here that I think would be perfect for you all. Would you like to give it a try?"

"What did you say?"

The auntie, who had just finished fiddling with the sound system and was now listening contentedly to the music pouring from the speakers, hadn't paid any attention to what Yang Lin was saying.

"I said, I have a song here, and it's better than yours!"

The auntie, who had been all smiles just a moment ago because the sound system was working perfectly, instantly looked stern upon hearing Yang Lin's words.

"Are you trying to pick a fight, young lady? We can't listen to whatever songs you youngsters have. If you've got nothing better to do, go play somewhere else. Don't interrupt our dancing."

"Auntie, my song is really good! Why don't you just give it a try?" Yang Lin pleaded.

Yang Lin, already feeling aggrieved by this bizarre assignment, grew anxious when she saw the auntie clearly didn't want to pay her any mind.

But then she recalled President Chu's stern tone through her earpiece. I really want to just give up, but I don't dare, she thought. This was the closest she had ever come to her dream, and she didn't want to abandon it. So, deep down, she felt both wronged and desperate.

Her voice was now tinged with a sob.

Chen Feng, standing beside her and knowing her best, had initially found the situation rather baffling yet amusing. Now, however, he also sensed something was off.

I don't know what President Chu said to her through the earpiece, he thought, but seeing Yang Lin like this, it's probably nothing good.

Seeing her so insistent on them listening to the song—though he had no idea what song it was and no time to dwell on it—he instinctively focused on how to help her succeed.

Noticing the impatient look on the auntie's face, he quickly approached.

"Oh, come on, Auntie! It's just one song. Give it a listen, maybe you'll like it?"

As he spoke, Chen Feng stepped forward, giving her arm a gentle squeeze and lightly patting her shoulder, his face creased into a wide, eager smile.

"Oh, get away with you!" the auntie huffed. "You young people nowadays will do anything to get famous, always pestering us old folks."

"Are you saying that after working hard all our lives, we can't even enjoy a dance now that we're retired?"

"People complain if we dance near residential buildings because it's too noisy, and now we come to the park, and it's still not okay?"

Seeing the auntie was also starting to feel aggrieved, Chen Feng quickly changed the subject.

"Oh, Auntie, that's not what we mean at all! Look, we're recording a video. Actually, we saw some people elsewhere dancing really well to this song, so we thought we'd recommend it and see how well it's received."

"Think about it, how long have you all been listening to the same old songs? Using the old ones all the time, there's no novelty, right?"

"Shouldn't we try something new? Perhaps everyone will like it more!"

Hearing this, the auntie was momentarily stunned.

She glanced back at the groups of her friends chatting in twos and threes. It's true, the auntie mused, some of the ladies haven't been very enthusiastic lately. A few are even reluctant to come, and overall, the group isn't as active as before. The music has been playing for a good while now, and if I don't go over and call them, they just stay there chatting. It's not like before when everyone would quickly line up as soon as the music started. Could it really be the songs? Maybe we should give this new one a try?

She squinted sideways at the two young people beside her: Yang Lin, her face full of expectation, and Chen Feng, wearing a goofy grin.

"You two kids don't look like bad people, so I'll trust you this once. What song is it?" The auntie, whose name was Yang Yufeng, continued, "I'm telling you, don't try to fool me with something we've already heard. If you do, don't blame me for being difficult. Let me tell you, back in the day when I, Yang Yufeng, used to scold people, no one around dared to talk back!"

Seeing his chance, Chen Feng quickly interjected, "Of course not, Auntie! Why would we do that? We genuinely think square dancing is great, and we enjoy it too. Why don't you give our song a try first?"

The auntie hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded.

"Alright, let's give it a try. What's the song? Let me see it."

Seeing this, Yang Lin quickly took the USB drive from her pocket and handed it over.

As for what song it was? She had no idea. President Chu hadn't told her.

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