Liang Yuening just couldn’t fall asleep, hmm, perhaps he had slept too much during the day. He lay on his back, his eyes fixed on the wooden beams on the ceiling when he suddenly poked his fourth brother lying next to him. Fourth brother had a wooden expression and made no sound, but he turned his head, his sleepy eyes now fully awake as he looked over at Liang Yuening. Liang Yuening hesitated, then poked his fourth brother once more. He really wanted to share with his fourth brother the things he had encountered these past days, but he didn’t dare to speak, afraid of waking up the young girl on the bed. Liang Haoming hesitated, then covered Liang Yuening’s eyes with his hand. He closed his eyes and did not let Liang Yuening open his. Liang Yuening shifted his body and was suddenly slapped by his fourth brother, which made him behave; he could only sulkily close his eyes and count sheep. But after counting dozens of sheep, the little sheep in his mind suddenly turned into young girls. Hmm, one young girl, two young girls, three young girls, four young girls... After Liang Yuening fell asleep, he slightly snored, but fourth brother could not sleep, and almost stayed awake with his eyes open until dawn. At the same moment, within the prison. "Hey," said a long-haired, handsome man sitting in a pile of straw with flirtatious eyes, casting a teasing glance at the person opposite. "Kid, what did you do to end up here?" Liang Shujun slouched, in a lethargic posture, not having washed for several days since he had been locked up, remaining in this sorry state all the time. He was incredibly bored and, as it turned out, a young guy had been caught tonight and placed in the same cell, making them cellmates. The "kid" opposite was wiping away tears, and glared fiercely at Liang Shujun, "Who are you, and what gives you the right to meddle in my business?" "Tsk, I was just asking," replied Shujun as he lay down, his head propped up on his arms, with his left leg thrown over his right knee, and even his toe was wiggling, while a straw stem hung from the corner of his mouth as he leisurely hummed a tune, the very picture of ease and carefree. The "kid" listening to his tune suddenly froze for a moment. Liang Shujun had a good singing voice, very moving. He used to sing for a living at the Sky Blue Building. Initially, he felt terribly ashamed, but gradually, he got over it and even developed a bad habit of humming a tune now and then. Liang Shujun hummed softly, occasionally tapping his belly gently to keep the beat, clearly enjoying himself. "Xiao Sanlang sits alone in the loom room, lost in thought and sighing, reminiscing about Xue’s Wife and their lost togetherness, At home, idly quarreling about trips to Zhenjiang for fun, who would have thought it’d cost Xue’s Wife her life abroad, Thanks to Old Lady Xue who spared no effort, enduring hardship to bring back the body from Zhenjiang for burial, When the family saw the coffin, their hearts split in two, setting up a memorial hall with paper money at the door, Relatives and neighbors came to mourn, while the matchmaker pretended to grieve while cleverly talking about matrimonial prospects, Cruel Master Liu changed his conscience, one by one they changed into new clothes and remarried others..." The "kid" opposite suddenly burst into tears, sleeve rolled up to wipe away the tears, even hiccuping from sobbing. "No, you can’t sing anymore! Wuu wuu wah!!" The kid was crying bitterly, yet Liang Shujun seemed to be purposely going against the kid, continuing his singsong humming, thinking to himself how this youngster reminded him of his little fifth brother, and all at once memories of his childhood, when it was especially fun to tease Lao Wu, flooded back. "Xiao Sanlang is like a lost goose out of the flock, Old Lady Xue is like a boat in the raging waves, Xue Yige, young and with no one to look after, the old are old, the young are young—who will pity them? Sent the rival to study in the South, hoping to top the charts and become the champion, Wishing heaven would fulfill this heartfelt wish, even if it meant dying in Nine Springs, such would be willing..."