Chapter 26

On the way back to Haicheng, Brother Hui looked at the child sleeping soundly in Luo Yao's arms and said quietly, "Sometimes I really want to call the police for the child."

Other children of his age are still happily playing with other children in kindergarten, but Xiao Fusheng is different. Because he has two fathers, his schedule is even busier than theirs.

"What do you know?" Luo Yao gently covered the child's ears with his big hands, worried that she would be woken up. "I don't have any children to raise you."

“…”

Oh, you're quite proud of yourself.

The plane landed soon and Haicheng was Luo Yao's home turf. His car had been parked at the airport.

The climate in the north and south is different. As soon as Xiao Fusheng landed, he felt like he had gotten several degrees hotter. He had no choice but to take off his sweater and coat, leaning against the car window and asking, "Is this Xiao Dad's original home?"

"I guess so."

Xiao Fusheng asked curiously, "What does Xiaodie's home look like?"

"Your little dad's house is huge." Brother Hui helped him restore some of his image in front of the children. "It's a luxury duplex in Haicheng. You can see the river view that you can't see in the north city. There's also a large collection of CDs."

Luo Yao straightened his body.

Little Fusheng's eyes showed longing at the right time.

Brother Hui strikes while the iron is hot: "There are still many people in the circle who envy J..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and Luo Yao and Hui Ge's expressions changed drastically.

Oh no, I didn’t think about bringing the kids back. There was a drunkard in the house and the kitchen had almost become a big wine cellar.

Little Fusheng didn't hear it and asked expectantly, "What are you envious of?"

"Nothing, nothing." Brother Hui instantly reduced the speed of the car to the minimum speed limit and winked at Luo Yao frantically.

Luo Yao, having worked together for years, understood immediately. He immediately took out his phone and sent a message to his assistant who stayed at home: "Get rid of all the alcohol in the house in half an hour. Don't let the children see it."

The assistant who received the message: “?”

Are you drunk again? Do you want to check how much alcohol you have at home?

I spent all the money I earned on buying you wine. It would be better if I just moved away.

But she couldn't ignore her boss's words. Many of the wines were very expensive, and it was not easy to hide them from others. She couldn't get them down by herself, so she found a huge poster and hung it on the wine cabinet.

I rummaged through the drawers and found a lock to lock the kitchen door.

The boss really brought the child back. No matter what, the child would not have the ability to break the lock.

Xiao Fusheng came to Xiaodie's house with great anticipation after hearing Uncle Hui's exaggerated words. Looking at the small door of Xiaodie's house, which was not even as big as her father's yard gate, she began to ponder.

Do adults like to lie?

He must not want to make her feel sad.

Luo Yao had already received the message from Zhuzhu that "everything is fine", but he still took a cautious look inside before opening the door. This look almost made him die on the spot.

The abrupt and eye-catching personal poster is hung high on the first floor, almost occupying an entire wall, and the visual effect is quite stimulating.

He immediately took several steps back, intending to take the child to record the song first and then come back, but the child had already used his height advantage to squeeze into his armpit.

When Xiao Fusheng saw the huge poster photo of his dad in the living room, he was also stunned.

"Little Daddy..." She blinked, "Do you like this?"

Although my little dad is good-looking, is it really okay to face his face every day with such a big face?

"I don't like it!" Luo Yao wanted to stop him but there was no place to stop him. He gritted his teeth and said, "Zhuzhu!"

Zhuzhu came out of the utility room: "Boss, you guys are back. This is the quickest way I can think of."

A tone of seeking credit.

For a moment, Luo Yao couldn't tell whether it was better to see a room full of wine or to be publicly executed.

[Zizi thinks Daddy's aesthetic taste is not very good. ]

[Favorability +1+1-1-1-1-1]

Okay, okay, I’ll just add two symbolic amounts and subtract the rest.

"I don't like it." Luo Yao's explanation was pale. "It was all done by the assistant."

"Ohhhh."

I understand. I'm sorry, little dad.

"Is this Xiao Fusheng?" Zhuzhu's eyes lit up. "She's prettier than on TV. Oh my god, how can there be such a good-looking child?"

Little Fusheng, carrying a small schoolbag, called out obediently, "Hello, sister."

"Hello, hello. Are you hungry? Is there anything you want to eat? I'll make it for you." Zhuzhu, completely mesmerized, pulled the child towards the kitchen. "I'll make lots of desserts."

"I'm not hungry." Xiao Fusheng had finished his airplane meal and still had a lot of snacks in his schoolbag that he had won from the young ladies on the crew. "But I have to make medicine for my dad."

She took out the medicine for her little dad's health from her schoolbag.

This trip was a bit urgent, so she got these medicines from the film and television city before leaving.

"The boss is sick?" Zhuzhu didn't understand, but she took it to heart and took the medicine. "I'll make it."

Luo Yao forced himself to withdraw his gaze from the poster. The wine cabinet was arranged like this, and in the kitchen...

His heart skipped a beat and he frowned: "Wait..."

Zhuzhu's hand happened to be on the lock. She suddenly realized what was happening and laughed dryly, "I forgot I lost the kitchen key. I might need to wait for the locksmith to come."

She tried to say, "Baby, you've had a hard time all the way here, why don't you go and take a rest first?"

But Xiao Fusheng wasn't tired at all. He thought his father's health was more important. "How long will it take for the master to come?"

Zhuzhu wasn't sure: "Maybe two hours, or two days?"

The wine was shipped out overnight.

"No." Xiao Fusheng shook his head, "Sister, stand further away."

"Um?"

Zhuzhu, confused, leaned to the side. Before she could react, she saw the child roll up his sleeves, and with a bang, he smashed the lock with his little fist, and the lock instantly shattered into pieces.

“!!!”

Luo Yao: “…”

"Sister, it's okay." Xiao Fusheng's eyes sparkled. Seeing that his sister didn't react, he tiptoed to take the medicine from her hand and said, "I'll go. Don't worry, the door is not broken."

Zhuzhu turned her head tremblingly: "Boss???"

Is this scientific?

Brother Hui is still knowledgeable: "What a fuss! She can even fix a cell phone, so what else can't she do?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Fusheng, who had walked into the kitchen, came back with a dark face. The medicine in his arms had turned into several bottles of different kinds of wine. "Little Daddy?"

"Oh no." Brother Hui gloated, "I wonder if it would hurt if the fist that broke the lock hit me?"

"That's..." Luo Yao argued, "cooking wine."

"I can read." Xiao Fusheng frowned, "Little Daddy is not obedient."

Luo Yao took a few steps back: "If you break the lock, you can't hit Xiao Di."

"wait……"

Before Zhuzhu finished her tip, her boss stepped on one side of the huge poster. With a loud bang, the poster fell on his head, revealing the huge and well-stocked wine cabinet.

Luo Yao froze in place, unable to move.

Some people are alive, but they may have been dead for a long time.

Seeing the wall of wine, Xiao Fusheng was also stunned. His childish roar echoed throughout the house: "Little Dad! I'm going to be angry!"

It turns out that angry kids can be pretty scary.

Luo Yao watched helplessly as her favorability rating plummeted to a historic low. She was not sure if Kan Qi called her and she would return to North City without hesitation.

Zaizai didn't speak to me the whole night, not even a good night.

Luo Yao entered the room holding his baby. Originally thinking that he could sleep with his baby in a new environment, he had the wine shipped out overnight.

Fortunately, although Zaizai was angry, he was also very dedicated. He agreed to record the song and got up on time.

"Baby." During breakfast, Luo Yao flatteringly put all the custard buns that Baby liked to eat into her bowl, "Look, the cabinet is empty. Daddy doesn't drink anymore."

Xiao Fusheng lowered his head and bit the bun, but didn't say anything.

After Xiaodie promised her, he never drank again, but every time she saw the wine, she thought of Xiaodie's appearance when he died, and couldn't help blaming herself.

[The child blames himself for not protecting his father.]

Luo Yao was stunned.

After lifting the child's head, he found that the baby's eyes were red. He was very worried, thinking that he must not have slept well last night.

"Baby." He coaxed softly, "Don't worry, Daddy will live well and watch you grow up."

Little Fusheng pouted.

However, the favorability is slowly increasing.

Zhuzhu was amazed: "The boss has been manipulated."

"More than just the boss." Brother Hui thought, you didn't see what that movie star looked like. When the child was taken away, Kan Qi's face was terribly dark, for he was afraid that the child would never come back.

Sometimes he himself couldn't understand why these people, who were not related by blood, cared about Xiao Fusheng more than those families with blood ties.

Is it just because she is beautiful and a genius?

"Brother Hui," Zhuzhu asked curiously, "You said that we have our boss and Mr. Kan now. What if a few more people show up in the future and want to take Xiao Fusheng away as well?"

Brother Hui said in a complicated tone: "That's hard to say."

-

The people in the recording studio had mixed feelings when they learned that Luo Yao was coming to record songs. At first, everyone admired Luo Yao because the songs he wrote were all very good. But later, the quality of the songs Luo Yao wrote became worse and worse, and his temper became more and more unpredictable.

Whenever someone recorded his songs, the people in the studio would make excuses and try to avoid contact with him. Luo Yao hasn't come in over a year. Everyone felt sorry but also a little relieved.

Now that they know that Tian Zijin's popular song was written by him, the people in the studio have more respect for him.

But that was in the past. I don’t know if Luo Yao, who can’t write songs now, will be haunted by this song for the rest of his life.

Before the people arrived, several sound engineers started to shirk their responsibilities.

"Go ahead, I still have a few later versions of the song."

"No, I still have a film and television project that I haven't finished yet."

"Ouch, my stomach hurts."

Anyway, I don't want to record songs with that little bully anymore! It would just end up being unpleasant.

Before they could come to a conclusion, Brother Hui knocked on the door and walked in, taking off his sunglasses: "Hello~ Long time no see."

Several people stepped back together: "Hello, long time no see."

"Well," one of them was pushed out. "You two go wait a minute. We'll have someone come and record it."

"No hurry, no hurry. Let's have some coffee." Brother Hui knew that Luo Yao's bad temper had annoyed many people in the past, so he specially brought some coffee. "I have something else I want to discuss with you."

Several sound engineers were so nervous that they didn't even dare to answer Coffee: "What's going on?"

Are you looking for trouble before it even starts?

"That song has been slightly changed," Hui said. "We need to add another vocal track."

"Two people recording?" Hu Yuan, Luo Yao's longest-time collaborator, understood his unwavering character best. "Isn't that his original work?"

"Actually, there's another original creator," Brother Hui explained, "so I wanted to include that person as well."

In fact, adding a person is not a difficult task, as long as there are no other unexpected things.

What Hu Yuan was worried about was that Luo Yao was drunk and making trouble, so he just found someone he liked to join in.

But on second thought, Luo Yao might not be reliable in other things, but he is quite opinionated when it comes to songs. He would record a song over and over again if he was not satisfied with it, otherwise he would not give up.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have given up coming to the recording studio later.

"OK."

Only when Hu Yuan agreed did the others heave a sigh of relief: "If you can do it, go ahead."

After saying that, he ran away.

Hu Yuan had no choice but to stay and wait for Luo Yao to bring another singer. After waiting for a few minutes, a little head poked in from the door.

He paused, thinking he had seen it wrong.

Did you watch too much anime last night? Why are there still characters showing up?

The little head of "Model" came in and then retracted, and said in a sweet and crisp voice: "Daddy, I saw Uncle Hui."

"Come in."

Hu Yuan took a closer look and saw that the model's entire body was exposed. She was wearing a white long-sleeved lace dress and a yellow knitted hat. She looked very smart. She was holding a big thing in her hand. It was that bastard Luo Yao.

When he saw him, "Model" greeted him politely: "Hello uncle, my name is Fusheng."

Hu Yuan responded before his brain could: "My name is Hu Yuan."

After a few seconds, he finally came to his senses and looked at Luo Yao puzzledly: "Have you gone home to have children in the past two years?"

But it takes more than two years for a child to become like this.

Luo Yao snorted: "It fell from the sky."

"Didn't you watch the news?" Brother Hui said with a chuckle, "This is the child adopted by Kan Qi, and now Luo Yao has joined in and is raising him together."

Hu Yuan choked: "Your circle is quite strange."

Wait, Kan Qi?! The best actor?

How did these two unknown people get together?

But when he saw the child's face, he felt that nothing was impossible.

Hu Yuan, an infertility advocate, hadn't had children with his wife since they got married, mainly because he was afraid she'd suffer. Now he was actually tempted: "What's the process for joint adoption? How about adding me in?"

Luo Yao rolled his eyes at him and said, "Can you buy a castle for my kid?"

Little Fusheng pricked up his ears and looked over with shining eyes.

"..." Hu Yuan sat back down again, "How materialistic! You talk as if you can afford it."

If one song really makes a living for a lifetime, then Luo Yao is really useless.

"Aren't there two people recording the song?" Hu Yuan resigned himself to his fate. "Where's the other person?"

Little Fusheng stood on tiptoe and waved his little hand in front of his uncle, pointing at himself: "It's me."

"?"

"That's right." Luo Yao handed over the lyrics, "The red-marked parts are where she sings."

Since the song "Virtual Fog" is really popular, the studio has analyzed this song many times before, and naturally knows that the lyrics marked in red can almost be regarded as the sublimated soul of the entire song.

You can go crazy and find a child to record in your song. I don’t know if there is no precedent for this, and it can even add some spirit to the song.

But you can't be crazy enough to put the soul of an entire song into a little kid.

Hu Yuan's expression was filled with sympathy: "You've finally gone crazy, haven't you?"

Luo Yao was already used to this kind of questioning, so he simply said, "Just record it like this."

"Since you wrote this song, it's understandable that you want to record it," Hu Yuan advised. "But if you can't record it better than the first version, do you know what people will say online?"

Although it is plagiarism, as long as the original owner did not plagiarize the person who did it well, there will always be people who will whitewash him.

It's like "Although, Tian Zijin did perform better than Luo Yao."

Luo Yao scoffed: "You understand my songs better than me?"

"Uncle, you believe in Fusheng." Little Fusheng also heard the doubt of her uncle. She could understand that the children in this world grew up too slowly, so she became an outlier.

"I'll sing it well," she promised.

Hu Yuan waited for a while and found that these people actually tacitly agreed to the fact that the child went to record the song. In the end, he had no choice but to do nothing.

Anyway, just do your own job well, why bother getting involved in this mess?

"Okay, then you go into the recording studio first, I'll be there in a moment."

After everyone left, Hu Yuan cursed in his heart: You deserve to be getting more and more confused, you really dare to do anything.

He prepared himself mentally before walking out. A few colleagues who were watching the fun came over and asked, "How's the talk going? Why does it look to me like he's holding a child?"

"Yeah," Hu Yuansheng said, feeling hopeless. "He wanted to let that kid sing the chorus."

"..." Several colleagues patted his shoulders sympathetically, "A moment of silence for you."

"I think it's a little girl." A colleague who was surfing faster suddenly thought of something and asked in surprise, "Is she pretty?"

Hu Yuan couldn't say anything nonsense, and said sincerely: "It's so beautiful and exquisite that it doesn't look like a real person."

"Isn't that just a floating life?!"

"How do you know?"

"A genius kid," the colleague said in shock. "Kan Qi adopted him. Luo Yao is vying with Kan Qi for the role now. If it's really that kid, it's hard to say. The kid even said on the show that she wrote some of the lyrics."

"Can good looks be eaten?"

"A five-year-old can write lyrics, what a joke."

"Let's go and see. I also want to see the genius kid with my own eyes. You guys don't understand."

It turned out that all the colleagues who were unwilling to come finally filled up the entire recording studio. Hu Yuan was worried that it would be difficult to explain, but after walking in, he found that several people inside seemed to have become accustomed to this scene.

"It's normal." Brother Hui said with a smile, "My child is like this. Many people are curious about her."

In the inner room of the recording studio, Luo Yao was adjusting the position of the microphone for the child because she was too small.

Those colleagues who heard the news didn't believe it at first, but now their jaws dropped: "I guess it doesn't seem like they are from the same dimension as us."

OK, it seems that good looks can indeed make a living.

Hu Yuan pushed everyone into a corner, and the person in the open microphone recording room asked, "Do you want to go through it first?"

Many people need to go through the song once before recording to get a feel for it.

Luo Yao patted Zaizai's shoulder.

Xiao Fusheng held onto his headphones and shook his head: "I'm ready."

In her world without anyone for the past five years, she had heard this song countless times, especially those two lines.

That was the song that her little dad sang to her, and it was also the song that she sang to her little dad.

Seeing his father making an OK gesture to the people outside, Xiao Fusheng also followed his example, circled his fingers, and smiled obediently.

"Hiss." Everyone outside was shocked. "She's not nervous at all. She's so stable."

Hu Yuan began to play the accompaniment with some doubt.

It took a while for the prelude to start before the main song began. All the people who were originally watching the fun fell silent. It must be said that Luo Yao's popularity was not only due to his looks and his creative talent.

His voice is also very telling, and he was born with this talent. But later, for a long time, for some reason, his voice became less attractive. In addition, his condition was really not good, so people were not optimistic about him.

But Luo Yao's current condition is completely different from the past. Although he is two years older than before, the light in his eyes is as clear and energetic as when he was a boy when they first met.

In contrast, Tian Zijin's whole song clearly expresses the pursuit of hope, while Luo Yao's singing style sounds like she is singing another song completely. Everyone who heard it couldn't help but frown, feeling a wave of discomfort in their hearts.

He also added a lot of suppressed sounds and colors to the music, and the emotions were expressed very well.

A colleague clutched his chest and said, "No, I'm a little breathless."

Do you really want to sing your own song as a depressing song?

"Shh." Hu Yuan put his finger to his lips, "Let's start the song."

After Luo Yao finished singing the first paragraph, it was Xiao Fusheng's turn. He turned to look at his cub, wanting to give her some encouragement.

Unexpectedly, he met a pair of warm and soft eyes, as if the baby was always looking at him.

He was stunned.

Those memories that had been buried in the dust came back again.

He was singing in underground bars every day to save money, but was rejected by music companies again and again. When he was about to give up, his son said to him on the phone: "I believe Dad will succeed. Dad is great."

It was Zaizai who added her message to the song he wrote in desperation.

In a trance, the clear voice of Zizi seemed to be heard.

"At four o'clock in the morning, the sky is dim, like a lamp, like a moon, like fog, like a lost path,

The lonely shadows on the street are like people, like souls, like illusions, like my heart.

Dark and arrogant at the starting point,

Mad at the first light of dawn,

Yet, in the misty light, their fighting spirit is high."

It was as if a blinding ray of light suddenly pierced through the oppressive and suffocating darkness, and everyone was startled.

People in the studio have recorded many songs, some of which involve children.

But when those children's voices appear, they add a touch of childlike innocence to the song, and their voices are clear and spotless.

But Xiao Fusheng's voice is different. She is not like those children whose voices are not fully developed. On the contrary, her skills are very mature, but she does not just show off her skills. Her ethereal voice really sounds like a beam of light.

It is said that before you can exalt something, you must first suppress it. In the early stage, Luo Yao suppressed himself too much. If he didn't have enough explosive power, the chorus of the song would appear very weak, and it would be ruined.

But with the addition of Xiao Fusheng's voice, the power of the song was not only not weakened, but was enhanced a lot.

Everyone's mouth was open as wide as if a big duck egg could fit in.

"Holy crap! Can a child make such a sound? That explosive power is so strong!"

"Luo Yao's suppression led to this explosion at this moment. It's amazing."

A song that had left everyone breathless brought a breakthrough at this moment. Everyone felt like they were reborn, their blood boiling, and they felt numb from head to toe, as if their skulls were about to fly out.

Hu Yuan had gone from being skeptical at first to being completely convinced. He didn't bother asking why. He gestured for a pause, and when the people inside stopped, he said, "For the last two lines before the chorus, Teacher Fusheng's voice starts to follow softly. Record a harmony. Teacher Fusheng's voice will be the main voice for the chorus, and Yaozi, you will provide the harmony."

At first, they were very caring towards their younger brother, so they followed Brother Hui in calling him Yaozi. Later, they gradually became annoyed by him and lost their patience, so they retreated.

But now they all seemed to have seen the energetic younger brother at the beginning, and naturally subconsciously called out the intimate name they used to call him.

But for Xiao Fusheng, no one had ever seen such powerful strength in a five-year-old child.

What's going on? Doesn't her voice need to develop at all?!

Hu Yuan subconsciously regarded the other party as a teacher.

But Xiao Fusheng, who has been used to being a little teacher, is not surprised at all. The uncles and aunts on the set of Big Daddy also call her that.

We recorded a song three times before finalizing the version.

Little Fusheng came out and heard the unedited version of the song, his face flushed with excitement. "Daddy, has Fusheng held you back?"

"No." Luo Yao picked up his cub, "I benefited from your kindness."

"How did you raise your child?" Hu Yuan stood up excitedly. He also wanted his wife to have such a child without any effort.

He is obedient, sensible, and so capable.

"Are you really not going to consider raising me as a child?" He refused to give up. "Although I can't compare to you, I still have quite a bit of savings."

Xiao Fusheng was confused, but he still grasped the key words.

She asked in a puzzled whisper, "Little Daddy, is there anyone poorer than you and Big Daddy?"

Big Dad and Little Dad have such a hard life, wouldn't it be even harder for those who can't compare to them?

Everyone: “…”

Ancestor, who are you calling poor?

Kan Qi or Luo Yao? !

Luo Yao proudly held the baby in his arms and said, "Don't even think about it."

"Then touch it, touch it." Some people stretched out their eager hands, "I want to see if this face feels fleshy."

These people seem to be Xiaodie’s friends.

Little Fusheng didn't want Little Daddy and Big Daddy to be alone like in the dream, so she took the initiative to stick her head out of Little Daddy's arms and said, "Pinch it gently."

A group of adults, both men and women, seemed to be addicted to the child and wouldn't let go after touching him.

Xiao Fusheng also took photos with everyone.

Brother Hui was very pleased: "Even if you don't hang out in the circle anymore, I won't have to worry about having nothing to eat. There is still a superstar who is more famous than you."

Luo Yao sneered: "Go ask Chen Huan if he is willing."

There is also someone who has been lining up to be Zaizai's agent.

Since the music festival was on a tight schedule and the song had to be finished before it started, everyone in the studio worked overtime to start post-production.

Of course, this time it's all voluntary.

No one would be unwilling to work with a positive person. Once Luo Yao returns to his previous working state, he is still quite likable, except that he has a bad temper.

But when he first entered the industry, he was less than 20 years old, which was the age of a young man full of vigor and vitality. His bad temper became his personality under the background of his other advantages.

After finishing the post-production, Hu Yuan sat down with a few colleagues and reminisced: "It's strange to think about it now. When Yaozi first came to record the song, I really liked him."

"I like it too. Who doesn't like the righteous and good-tempered school hunk in campus novels?" said another person.

"But I don't know why, every time he runs into Tian Zijin, I just start to dislike everything about him." Hu Yuan shook his head. "He's really obsessed with me."

"The fact proves that Haruko's creative ability seems to have not been wasted. I think he has a very comprehensive understanding of this song. This time, Tian Zijin must be convinced of his defeat."

"I have a question. Was that verse really written by Xiao Fusheng? This is too outrageous."

"I believe that there is nothing strange in the world."

Soon the complete work of "Virtual Fog" was passed to Luo Yao. To everyone's surprise, there was no poster to promote this song.

The song became a hit the day it was re-released.

It's not only because of the original plagiarism controversy, but also because of the cover of this song, which only has a few lines of black text on a pure white background.

Song title: Virtual Fog.

Lyricist: Luo Yao/Floating Life.

Composer: Luo Yao/Floating Life.

The MV released also has a pure white background, with only the scrolling lyrics and sounds.

[I haven't listened to it yet, but I have a few questions about this promotion. Brother, aren't you being too hasty? ]

[Fusheng? Is this the Fusheng I know?]

[I remember Fusheng said on the show that she did write some of the lyrics.]

[More than four years ago, my family, it's terrifying to think about it. I would believe you if you said that this life is a rebirth.]

[Don't think about that for now, just go listen to some music, I'm numb.]

[Teacher Fusheng, I declare that from today on, you are my only God.]

[Don't call us "Little Fusheng" anymore from now on. Show some respect to our teacher!]

Because the promotion was too plain and simple, netizens and fans had to focus on the song.

For the same song, everyone originally thought that even if someone else re-recorded it, there wouldn't be much difference except for the tone. But after listening to it, they found that there was a big difference.

Just as Luo Yao said, the original definition of this song was different.

After listening to the song, everyone felt like they had listened to two songs at the same time: Luo Yao's deep voice and Xiao Fusheng's voice full of hope. It was as if she had stretched out a hand at that moment, pulled Luo Yao out of the darkness, and given her strength.

And those fans who were originally not happy with Luo Yao actually letting a child sing the most important part of a song completely changed their minds after hearing Fu Sheng's voice.

[Haruko, you better pray for yourself. I'm going to vote for my son.]

[I'm so anxious! When will Haruko retire? I want to chase my son.]

Not only his fans, but also those who came because of his previous popularity have become his fans.

No one could imagine that a child could have such explosive power.

Fortunately, Yu Mei didn't let her son compete with Teacher Fusheng in singing. Otherwise, who knows how badly he would have lost, and he would have lost both face and dignity.

I can’t describe the feeling, but the moment Luo Yao finished singing “Little Floating Life” and her voice came out, tears welled up in my eyes. I cried my heart out.

Taking advantage of this wave of popularity, the organizers of the music festival quickly announced that Luo Yao and Xiao Fusheng would replace Tian Zijin to participate in this Haicheng Music Festival.

[He's finally willing to participate! I'm definitely going!]

【Why did you tell me so late? I don’t even have time to buy a plane ticket! 】

[Ahhh, I saw Mr. Fusheng live?! I want to go too!]

Can Tian Zijin come out and apologize? He stole someone else's idea and sang their song like that.

【After so many years, I finally realized the true soul of this song.】

[Regardless of whether the lyrics were written by Fu Sheng or not, based on the part she sang, I believe everything.]

Amidst the overwhelming online condemnation, Tian Zijin remained completely invisible.

He must not be the first to speak out at this time, otherwise he will be attacked by netizens. He knows the current situation of the Internet very well.

When this period of heat passes, he will get the luck of others and nothing will stop him.

With Sheng Ning, he doesn't even need to stay in the entertainment industry and can do whatever he wants.

"Why hasn't he come yet?" Not far from the airport highway exit of Haicheng, he waited and waited, but Sheng Ning didn't come. This was the news given to him by someone from Sheng Ning's company, and he also got the driver's contact information and bribed the driver.

Once the driver gets off the highway, he can pretend that the car has broken down, and he can pretend to meet Sheng Ning by chance.

System: "It should be here soon."

At this moment on the highway, Sheng Ning sat in the back seat, boredly watching the scenery passing by outside the window. The car was so quiet that it made people uneasy, but she had a calm expression. In her eyes, everything was just a sticker.

Only some extreme sports would make her heart beat slightly faster, but only for a moment.

She has traveled all over the world for so many years, and now when she returns to Haicheng, she feels that the scenery is nothing special.

On the day when all the passionate and short heartbeats ended, she felt that her life was about to end in boredom.

She curled her lips slightly and began to think, where would death make people happier?

Suddenly, faint sobbing sounds were heard in the quiet carriage.

The pair of calm, shallow eyes glanced forward lightly, and amid the sobbing there was the faint sound of music.

She doesn't like noise, so she never allows car music to be played in the car.

"Xie Yun." Sheng Ning called out calmly.

The crying stopped abruptly, Xie Yun quickly took a piece of paper to wipe away his tears, and took the initiative to explain: "I just heard the song of my idol and couldn't help it."

Sheng Ning couldn't understand why someone could be so emotionally invested in a song.

Xie Yun turned down the volume of his headphones: "It makes my heart shrink and explode. It's so uncomfortable."

heart?

Sheng Ning inexplicably became interested. What she lacked most now was something that could make her feel her heart beating.

She said slowly, "Let it out."

Xie Yun was stunned, but did not dare to refute his boss.

After disconnecting the headphones, she connected them to the car's Bluetooth because she was worried that the space in the car was too big and her boss couldn't hear her clearly.

"Mr. Sheng, this song is called 'Virtual Fog.' It's the song my idol and his child sang on my phone last time we were in Europe," Xie Yun said. "It was plagiarized before, so he re-recorded it and is going to take his child to a music festival. By the way, boss, can I take a day off? We don't have any plans that day, so I'd like to go to the music festival first."

Sheng Ning closed his eyes: "Be quiet."

Upon hearing this, Xie Yun quickly sat back down. Her boss never cared about who stayed around him, and he would always agree to her request for leave.

A deep male voice slowly came from the car stereo, and Sheng Ning frowned slightly.

She didn't like to hear this kind of life-or-death song. In her opinion, if you are happy, you live, and if you are unhappy, it doesn't matter if you die. There is no need to complain without reason.

But she also had to admit that this person's voice could indeed bring people's mood to the lowest point.

Just when she couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to shout to stop, a clear and familiar voice rang out.

Sheng Ning's heart trembled for the first time in a long time, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

The chorus was only a few short sentences and ended before anyone could react. Sheng Ning even wondered if he had heard it wrong.

Otherwise, how could I hear that child's voice?

There was a setting in the raising-a-child game that allowed her to call her child every once in a while, so she often called in the middle of the night and woke up the sleeping child.

I can always receive messages from children in the background.

The sound seemed to still linger in his ears. Sheng Ning asked softly, "Who is singing?"

"Luo Yao." Xie Yun said.

"Aren't there two?"

"Oh! Are you talking about Luo Yao's child?" Xie Yun said excitedly, "Teacher Fusheng, she's amazing. She's only five years old and can sing like a professional singer."

Xie Yun in front no longer cried like crazy, and was beaming with joy when he boasted about his idol and the child.

But as he was talking, he realized that the boss behind him hadn't said a word.

Just as a song ended, she thought her boss might find it too noisy again, so she decided to turn off the Bluetooth.

Just as he raised his hand, he was interrupted by the boss: "Play it again."

"Okay, okay."

He is worthy of being my idol. He can even conquer someone like the boss!

Xie Yun secretly glanced at his boss through the rearview mirror, but was surprised to find that his boss had an inscrutable smile on his face, which seemed happy but a little hypocritical.

This time, Sheng Ning focused all his attention on the child's voice, and he knew the true identity of the child with this special voice without any confirmation.

The tadpole was looking for its mother and it turned out that it had found this place.

Become someone else's child?

She smiled softly.

"Music festival, when?"

"Oh, it's the day after tomorrow!"

"Yeah." Sheng Ning looked out the window again, "I'll go with you."

“???”

Before Xie Yun could understand what was happening, the entire car jolted and came to a sudden stop. The driver tried to restart it several times but failed. "Mr. Sheng, the car seems to be broken."

Sheng Ning didn't even move: "Solve it."

The driver hurriedly got out of the car, but soon ran back: "Mr. Sheng, it might be an engine problem. We need to call a tow truck first."

Sheng Ning smiled: "Then what are you waiting for?"

Xie Yun, who knew his boss's character, thought that this driver was really unreasonable. He didn't know how to solve the problem in the first time. No one in the country cared about it, so what kind of people were these?

She quickly lowered her head and contacted a new car to pick up the boss. She couldn't let the boss follow the tow truck.

Just then, someone knocked on the rear window.

Sheng Ning ignored him and took out his headphones, searching for the song he had just played. Only Xie Yun, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned his head and asked, "Excuse me, is there anyone who is...Tian Zijin?!"

You bastard, you dare to show up in front of me?!

Hearing the little assistant's angry voice, Sheng Ning raised his eyelids slightly.

Tian Zijin, who was wearing a mask, didn't expect that he could be recognized like this. He forced himself to calm down and said, "Hello, I just happened to be passing by and wanted to see if you guys need any help. Is your car broken down?"

No one spoke.

Tian Zijin didn't feel embarrassed. It would be strange for someone like Sheng Ning to approach him so easily. He continued, "There are not many people here, and it's getting late. Why don't you follow my car back to the city?"

Although Xie Yun hated Tian Zijin, this was her boss's car and she couldn't make the decision on her boss's behalf, so she could only turn around and ask her boss's opinion.

But Sheng Ning, who was listening to the song, had no intention of looking up.

"Do you want to see what your companions think?" The rear window remained closed, so Tian Zijin had no choice but to take a step forward and bend down.

He was stunned when his eyes fell on the person in the back seat.

Why, why is it that whether it's Kan Qi, Luo Yao, or even this Sheng Ning, they all have faces that make people unable to look away! Is it just because of good luck?

"Hello?" Tian Zijin asked, "Would you like to come with us?"

Sheng Ning frowned slightly after being interrupted again and again while listening to the child singing, and raised his eyes coldly: "Get lost."

That look was so stern that it seemed to see through everything. Tian Zijin was stunned for a moment. Xie Yun, who had obtained the boss's permission, happily drove the man out: "Please stay away from us."

The car couldn't be started and the windows couldn't be closed.

Tian Zijin's face looked very unhappy. Why was the situation different from what he imagined?

"Mr. Sheng." Xie Yun half-hid himself in front of the car window. "He's the one who bullied my idol and even said he wrote this song."

Sheng Ning had heard her say this no less than a hundred times, and now he lowered his eyes again: "I know."

Xie Yun: "Then we won't take his car."

Sheng Ning pressed the music on his phone to continue, closed his eyes, leaned back in his seat, and nodded.

Xie Yun was very efficient and within half an hour another car came to pick us up.

After getting off the car, Tian Zijin's car was still parked behind. Seeing Sheng Ning get out of the car, he hurried forward and asked, "Are you okay?"

Only then did he see Sheng Ning clearly. She was dressed simply in a white shirt and black pants, with her long straight black hair draped behind her, and she was not wearing any makeup.

But when his eyes fell on people, he felt a sense of contempt.

Tian Zijin couldn't help but stop.

Sheng Ning, who was standing a few steps away from him, glanced at him nonchalantly and said calmly, "What an idiot."

After saying that, he got into the new car.

Tian Zijin: “???”

The original driver was about to ask what to do with the car, but Sheng Ning, who had gotten in the car, rolled up the window and said, "You are fired."

The driver was struck by lightning.

Xie Yun smiled slightly: "Someone will come to take care of the car, you can find a way to get back."

After the boss said the word "idiot", she suddenly understood that the boss was right. The driver was standing outside the car, but Tian Zijin walked past the driver and the passenger seat with the window open and knocked on the back seat window immediately. He must have known that there was someone in the back.

She glared at Tian Zijin and said, "Please apologize to Luo Yao and Fu Sheng as soon as possible."

Tian Zijin: “…”

Life is another life!

"Boss Sheng!" Xie Yun reminded him after getting in the car, "That Tian Zijin must have bad intentions."

Sheng Ning seemed to be lost in thought.

She didn't care about Tian Zijin, but...

It seems that the tadpole was bullied when it was looking for its mother.