In the past, horses were the primary mode of transportation, moving slowly, and people's lives were relatively unhurried.
Consequently, the information an individual could access throughout their life was quite limited.
However, nowadays, information spreads incredibly fast; a person can easily browse a vast amount of information in just one afternoon.
Ma Yang was just such a person; he held a leisurely position at his company, and in his free time, his favorite thing to do was scroll through videos, seizing every opportunity to slack off and enjoy the relaxed moments of life.
This afternoon, Ma Yang was scrolling through videos as usual when he was suddenly drawn into a live stream.
He looked closely and realized it was a live show about exploring street food.
Street food? Ma Yang's heart sank, and he thought to himself, 'Has big data already detected my impoverished nature?'
Just as Ma Yang was about to swipe past the page, his thumb was already close to touching the screen.
But in that instant, the young man's fluid and aesthetically pleasing movements on the screen made him stop his finger.
"Skill approaching the Dao!" This was Ma Yang's first thought.
After Ma Yang instinctively clicked into the live stream, it was as if his entire being was controlled by an invisible force; he didn't even notice his colleague calling him to go downstairs for lunch.
At this moment, Ma Yang's gaze was fixed on the screen, as if he were completely isolated from the outside world.
Ma Yang's colleague saw him staring so intently at his phone and couldn't help but feel a strong surge of curiosity.
Driven by this curiosity, he also leaned his head over, wanting to see what exactly had captured Ma Yang's attention.
It was better not to look, but once they did, both their heads seemed to be under a spell, fixed in place, unmoving!
Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and the entire world became incredibly quiet.
After a long minute, the video on the screen finally stopped playing.
Only when the streamer, Dawei Feifei, began to introduce the stunning fried noodles in her hand did they both snap out of their trance, as if waking from a dream.
"Wow, this is amazing! This guy can make a simple bowl of fried noodles so artistic; he must have put in a lot of effort and hard work behind it!"
Ma Yang exclaimed, leaning back in his seat, praising uncontrollably.
His colleague also nodded repeatedly in agreement: "Isn't that right? He's incredible! Absolutely incredible!"
Before their words finished, the two exchanged glances, as if telepathically saying:
"Let's go downstairs to the snack area and try some fried noodles, shall we? Although the taste might not compare to this master, it's still fried noodles after all!"
So, after a brief discussion, the two excitedly rushed downstairs to the snack area, ready to satisfy their craving with action.
Coincidentally, similar scenes were playing out in thousands of different places.
A small live stream, like a butterfly effect, sparked countless people's thoughts about their lunch choices.
Many viewers, after witnessing this splendid fried noodle performance, couldn't help but wonder if they should also try eating fried noodles;
Or simply take matters into their own hands and make their own fried noodles to taste.
After all, their eyes had already told their brains how to make this delicious dish; whether their hands could successfully replicate the same result seemed less important.
This urge to try, no matter what, needed to be satisfied!
And some thoughtful individuals had already fully recorded this live stream and began meticulously editing and producing it, then uploading it to their personal video accounts.
After completing this series of operations, they contentedly enjoyed their fragrant fried noodles, and then continued to browse various short videos with great interest.
Time quietly flowed, and it was already afternoon, the peak time for commuting.
Anyone who has experienced such a moment surely knows that during this precious time, one can fully enjoy listening to music, Reading books, or scrolling through interesting videos.
But remember not to try to deal with work-related matters, as this is your own time and should be fully cherished and enjoyed.
As Ma Yang waited for the subway, he casually put on his headphones, habitually pulled out his phone, and opened a video application; the whole set of movements was fluid and natural, completed in one go.
The headphones effectively blocked out the interference of external noise, allowing him to fully immerse himself in his own small world.
Ma Yang looked up and glanced at the train arrival information, thinking to himself, "There are still two minutes until the next train arrives."
Just as he was about to lower his head to check his phone again, a sound like a neighing warhorse from an Erh-hu suddenly came from his ears; this sound, like a lightning bolt piercing the sky, shot directly into his mind, making him tremble all over.
Ma Yang anxiously lowered his head, casting his gaze upon his phone screen.
The screen displayed a long corridor, with many men and women, old and young, on both sides of the corridor, all silent, staring in the same direction.
Ma Yang followed everyone's gaze, finally settling on a pair of men and women at the intersection of their gazes. The captivating music originated from there.
The melodious and unique rhythm of the Erh-hu imbued the entire piece of music with endless vitality.
Ma Yang felt as if he were riding a spirited warhorse, galloping freely across the vast and boundless grasslands.
That surging, passionate feeling made his heart swell, even making his blood boil.
Although he had grown up, he had never personally set foot on the grasslands, yet this did not prevent him from letting his thoughts soar and indulging in imagination.
Ma Yang looked at the live stream, feeling that the streamer seemed to be standing at a distance from the pair of men and women; the video footage, after zooming, was slightly blurry, but the overall effect was not greatly affected.
At this moment, Ma Yang's ears were completely absorbed in this stirring melody, but his gaze remained fixed on the men and women in front of him, and a sense of déjà vu welled up in his heart.
As the music's lingering notes echoed, Ma Yang suddenly realized he was waiting for the train; he looked up, and two minutes had unknowingly passed, the train had already arrived.
However, looking at the slowly closing subway doors, Ma Yang knew he had missed this train, and thought: 'Well, I'll just wait for the next one.'
After the emotional surge, Ma Yang was in a good mood; if it were before, he might have been annoyed about missing the subway.
But after the mental journey, he felt no annoyance about it at all; instead, he felt it was a beautiful miss.
Looking down at his phone again, Ma Yang saw the man talking to the old man on the screen, with a restrained yet naturally unrestrained demeanor, and a light suddenly flashed in Ma Yang's mind—'Isn't that Chao Mian Ge!'
