Wanjiezhu: She caught a cold, and you feel bad for her.

"The reason is so strong that it cannot be refuted."

After resting for a while, Luo Qingman changed her clothes and put on makeup again. This time she wore a plain white dress. The makeup was also easier to apply and didn't take long.

If the previous makeup was a thorny red rose, then now it is a harmless white camellia.

"Teacher Luo is a natural clothes hanger." The makeup artist praised, "You wear this dress in a much more upscale way."

"As expected, people just like to be praised. I have been in a good mood all day because of your praise."

The fruit tea arrived, Jiang Rang ran to get it, and Yan Huaiqing stuffed the cup of Nuan Yang Qingti into her hands, "Warm your hands, we are getting in the car to go to the location, wear more clothes, and take them off when you get hot."

Luo Qingman wrapped her coat tightly around her neck. "You're quite good at taking care of people. Do you have children at home?"

"No, I'm the youngest in the family."

"What a coincidence, me too."

Yan Huaiqing placed his hand on the top of the car door, "Sister Qingman, please."

Luo Qingman bent down and went in, "Thank you."

Yan Huaiqing got in the car and sat next to her. "It will take an hour to get to our destination. We have some shots at night, so we may have to finish work later."

"Understood." Luo Qingman took a sip of fruit tea. "Didn't you promote a new song called "Night Snow"? Do you want me to go back and promote it for you?"

"Then thank you, Sister Qingman."

"You're welcome. When is Tower of Thorns going to be released?"

"Night Snow is scheduled to be released on January 10th, and Thorn Tower will be released two months later."

"You can release a new song about once a month, that's amazing."

"My job is to create. If I don't write songs or compose music, it seems like there's nothing else I can do. That's why I've had a lot of inspiration recently."

"You don't go traveling or anything?"

"Humans are social animals. Going alone? I'm not really interested."

"Yeah, I'm used to traveling with my family. I rarely travel alone." Luo Qingman nodded in agreement. "By the way, how old were you when you entered the entertainment industry?"

"I was eighteen years old. I had just finished the college entrance examination. During the summer vacation, I composed my first song at home and posted it online." Yan Huaiqing looked at her sideways. "Didn't you do archaeology on me?"

“Marketing accounts each have their own opinions, and I don’t know who to believe.”

Yan Huaiqing nodded and said, "'Heartbeat' is the only song I wrote about love."

"Secret love?" Luo Qingman suppressed the inexplicable bitterness that welled up in her heart and smiled as usual: "You are secretly in love with this face? It seems that as long as you open your mouth, you will succeed."

If you have already written a song for the person you like, then don't bother her anymore.

"Or maybe it was someone's youthful thoughts that were inspired by him?"

"It's the former. I think I'm too far away from her and there's no chance of success if I speak." Yan Huaiqing's voice was soft, but not loud enough for her to hear.

He lowered his eyes to unlock his phone, then raised his eyes to meet hers and handed the phone to her, "Would you like to see it?"

Luo Qingman lowered her head and Yan Huaiqing put the phone in her hand.

The wallpaper on her cell phone is a still from a historical drama movie in which she starred when she was nineteen years old. She is dressed in a Republic of China costume, with a look of childishness and determination between her eyebrows.

A tragic character who was captured while covering the escape of his companions, was tortured but still refused to betray, and was finally tortured to death.

Luo Qingman looked up at him. He was looking at her. After a while, she asked, "Are you my fan?"

"I guess so." Yan Huaiqing didn't take the phone back. "There is an encrypted photo album in the album. The password is 0319. Do you want to see it?"