Pei Hanzhou just stood at the door of her room, his eyelids drooping slightly, and his skin, carved by the light, had a delicate texture like jade.

Lin Luosang leaned his back against the headboard, holding a small piece of quilt in his hand, and stopped what he was about to do.

She couldn't even believe her ears: "...Are you cold?"

The man nodded: "Yeah."

A few seconds later, he added, emphasizing, "It's very cold."

Lin Luosang looked at him with complicated eyes for a while, and was about to discuss with him that they had already lain down today, or go over tomorrow, but before she could utter the first syllable, the man leaned over again, his fingers pressing on the quilt at her ankles.

"Wasn't it always so cold at night that you had to hide in my place? How come it's not cold these days with the temperature dropping?"

Lin Luosang nudged the furry thing at his feet with his toes, and a sound of sloshing water was heard.

She said, "Because I bought a new hot water bottle when I moved."

“…………”

The man stood up, took out the things she had used to sustain her life from under the quilt, and said in a deep voice: "This kind of thing should be used less."

She tilted her head, "Why?"

The man turned around and walked into the bedroom. The sound became farther and farther away, and even became three-dimensional due to the space.

He made light of the heavy task, calm and uninhibited: "I haven't thought about it yet."

“…”

The man took away the hot water bottle and shook out most of the heat in the quilt. Lin Luosang resigned himself to his fate, got out of bed, put on his slippers, and walked into the bedroom.

When she came to this place after a long absence, she was reminded of the past scenes and her hands almost cramped when she remembered how she had tied many ties for him and hung them up one by one.

Thinking of the neat tie on the man's neck when she met him today, she turned to look at Pei Hanzhou: "Did you tie your tie yourself today?"

He was sitting on the bed locking up her hot water bottle, so he wasn't on guard and replied directly, "Yes."

"You're pretty good at tying a tie, aren't you?" she asked. "Then why did you tie it like that before?"

The man finally realized that his answer and behavior didn't match, but he didn't panic at all. He calmly tried to make excuses for himself: "That's probably because, when I see you, my heart..."

Lin Luosang: "Absent-minded?"

The man's eyelashes trembled slightly: "I'm terrified."

“…”

"I think you'd better go to bed by yourself. Goodbye."

After she finished speaking, she immediately turned around to leave, but someone grabbed her wrist with a smile and pulled her back to the bed.

She lost her balance and fell directly onto the pillow. Before she could exert force on her waist, the man had already wrapped her in the quilt like a sticky rice dumpling.

Lin Luosang flapped her wings clumsily like a sea lion, and was caught off guard by the man's deep and magnetic voice, which resonated so much that her ears were numb.

"Don't run," he said, "it's cold outside the quilt."

He spoke in a high-sounding manner, as if it wasn't him who had just taken great pains to get her out of the warm bed.

Lin Luosang sneered and was about to question him when he turned his head and seemed to find a small bottle next to the cabinet.

The shape was familiar, so she pulled her hand out and touched it, then carefully read the English words on the bottle for a few seconds.

"Melatonin?" she turned around and asked him, "Why did you buy this?"

He lowered his eyes: "What else can I do with this?"

Melatonin is used to help with sleep. Lin Luosang takes it occasionally, often when he is adjusting to jet lag or when his brain is overexcited after recording a program and he has to force himself to sleep.

I've never seen this by the bed before. It must have been bought when she left a while ago. The bottle looks quite new.

"Not many times," the man whispered, "When you first left, I couldn't sleep alone."

"I see." She turned around seriously and looked him in the eyes. "Did you plan to put this bottle here so that I would see it and feel sorry for you and then let you do whatever you want?"

Pei Hanzhou was speechless for a moment:?

She moved back a few inches, swallowed politely but with lingering fear, and gently reminded him to check the watch: "It's very late, you really can't."

Pei Hanzhou: “…”

"I didn't mean to do anything."

"That's good," she touched his temple, then held out an arm to keep him at a safe distance. "But since we're in this place, I don't trust you very much, so tonight we'll..."

Before she could finish her words, she was turned over. The man clamped her arms and pulled them together, holding her in his arms with her back facing away. He said in a deep voice, "That's it."

The butterfly bone on her left side received the steady and powerful heartbeat from the man's chest, which was transmitted all the way to her heart. His chin rested on the top of her head, and his breathing passed by deeply and shallowly.

She snuggled in his arms like a sleeping baby, the restraints on her waist were strong but warm. He seemed to be using force, but in fact he was just covering her lightly, which did not make her uncomfortable.

She hunched her body comfortably and suddenly asked, "If one day you could freely enter and exit crowded places like ordinary people, what would you most want to do?"

He thought for a moment and said, "Let's go to your concert."

She was stunned for a moment.

"I can't watch the live broadcast, but if I go in person, I'll have to leave a large area of ​​seats empty. Unlike Aguai's concert, where some tickets weren't sold out, I can talk to the organizer and reserve some for me." The man said calmly, "Your concert should be packed. Besides, I can't compete with your fans for tickets."

She pursed her lips and whispered, "It's a problem for you, too. You must want to be cured."

"I didn't care before," he said, "but after meeting you, I wanted to celebrate New Year's Eve with you at the International Plaza with a lot of people. I wanted to watch the sunrise with you in the crowd. I wanted to take you to feel the good atmosphere, instead of having to clear out the place wherever we went."

"Your work is already very special. You have to keep a distance from the audience at all times. If your daily life is like that, it will be very tiring."

Lin Luosang opened his eyes and stared at a corner of the wardrobe in a daze: "Sometimes I actually think this is pretty good."

"Um?"

"You reject other women's approach, so I never have to worry about you cheating or getting too close to the opposite sex. Although sometimes I can't go to some places I really want to go, and there's no atmosphere because the place is cleared, but at least-"

She paused here, thinking about her words, and the man followed behind her and said indulgently: "Okay, that's it, no need to think about the cure anymore."

Lin Luosang reasonably suspected that if she wanted to set fire to the mountain one day, this man would be the first person to light the torch for her.

She wrinkled her nose: "Can you be more rational?"

"Am I not rational enough?"

“…”

She continued, "But that thought only lasted for a moment. After careful consideration, I am very sure that I also hope that you can put aside everything brought about by the past and live a positive and healthy life."

"Why aren't you afraid that I'll cheat on you?" he laughed.

"Because," she took a deep breath and said softly, "I believe you."

There was a moment of peace in the bedroom.

After a while, he replied in a hoarse voice: "Well, I'll do as you say."

"What do you mean by 'listen to me'?" she asked tentatively. "Then I and the psychiatrist will help you plan a treatment plan?"

He answered without hesitation: "Yeah."

"I'll be your personal doctor?"

"Um."

"I'm going to medical school?"

"Um."

"I gave up singing to become a doctor?"

"Um."

?

"I'm going back to sleep?"

“…”

“That won’t work.”

"Tsk." She snorted twice, "boring."

"Speaking of which," the man said, "If I had received prompt diagnosis and treatment back then, I wouldn't be meeting you now."

Lin Luosang looked up, admiring his open-mindedness: "You are quite able to find joy in adversity, aren't you?"

"No," he said, "I also have regrets and worries."

"for example?"

"For example, if my daughter gets married in the future, how should I communicate with her in-laws? If my son's girlfriend comes over, what distance should I keep? Sitting too far away on a first meeting seems disrespectful."

Lin Luosang: ????? ?????

It took her three full minutes to think about what Pei Hanzhou was looking forward to.

Even so, it’s still a little hard to believe – are all successful capitalists so far-sighted?

She hasn't even been officially hired yet, but they've already arranged for her to have children, and they're... a boy and a girl?

She tilted her head and murmured, "You think too far ahead."

The man lowered his head: "Is it far?"

“It’s so far…”

She sniffed, feeling sleepy, the last word of her voice became longer and weaker, and she fell into a dream.

After an unknown amount of time, the man clarified in a calm voice.

"Not far."

The next day, under Lin Luosang's indirect prompting, Pei Hanzhou showed her the relics left to him by his great-grandfather.

An old man who loves watching plays like that would leave behind a collection of play excerpts.

Lin Luosang asked him, "Have you opened it and looked at it?"

"No," the man lowered his eyes, "I don't know what kind of mood I should open it with. Heaviness is not what he wants, but I can't be light-hearted."

He said calmly, "This memorial seems to only remind me of my unfilial behavior."

After the man left, Lin Luosang opened it and flipped through it for a few seconds.

There was a thin piece of paper sandwiched in the middle of the play script. It must have been written by the old man before he passed away. He knew that he might not be able to see him again, so he hurriedly wrote it with all his strength.

The font was blurry and difficult to recognize, and Pei Hanzhou probably couldn't see it clearly even after handing it to him.

Fortunately, there were many opera lines copied by the old man in the opera script. Since opera is a traditional culture, she, as a musician, had some understanding of it. So she found the illegible characters on the paper, and then looked for characters with similar strokes and appearance in the opera lines copied by the old man. Based on the context and her own understanding, she analyzed what the characters were.

Fortunately, although the old woman's handwriting was sloppy, she had some knowledge of opera, so the "translation" process was not difficult. Although it was complicated, she was able to make sense of it.

It is worth mentioning that the old man has a favorite opera, and he was extremely serious when copying it, and even changed the color of the classic sentences to mark them.

It just so happened that she also liked that song, and it seemed that she had paid tribute to it for more than ten seconds in that cover album.

She stared at the play script in a daze for a while, thinking of Pei Hanzhou when he was a child. Would he also listen to these under the guidance of the old man?

But she did not remain lost in thought for too long, and soon continued to translate. Looking at the final product, she felt infinite emotion and sigh in her heart.

The next day, she practiced dancing in the gym in the morning, and in the afternoon she and Pei Hanzhou went to the place she had visited a few days ago.

She didn't say anything, but just bought a glass of freshly squeezed juice nearby. When she came back, she saw him lost in thought over the piece of Lego bricks.

She walked lightly to his side.

Pei Hanzhou said calmly: "I still remember this place."

"I was sick during that monthly exam. When the results came out, I was only a few points ahead of the second place. My family was furious and threatened to beat me until I couldn't hold a pen. I escaped and hid here, and he finally came to pick me up."

Of course she knew that "family" referred to his strict grandfather, and "he" referred to his great-grandfather.

"Although he couldn't do much, he was very good to me."

The man half-closed his eyelashes, unable to discern the turbulent emotions in his eyes, but a mocking smile played at the corners of his mouth. "In the first few years after he passed away, I didn't even dare to go and pay my respects to him."

During those years, they were his only hope, but my great-grandfather never got to repay him. Only my great-grandmother was still alive. He didn't want the tragedy to happen again, so he treated the old lady well to the best of his ability.

Lin Luosang hit the nail on the head: "Do you feel guilty?"

"I can't help but feel guilty," the man said. "I always feel ashamed to face him. I can't even make up for the tiny regret he had before his death."

She rarely saw him like this. After thinking for a while, she said, "But it's not your fault at all. You were so young back then and didn't have the power to make decisions. You shouldn't punish yourself for someone else's mistakes. Maybe he doesn't blame you."

The man whispered, "I've comforted myself this way before, but understanding is one thing, and thinking is another."

"Whether he blames me or not, I'm afraid no one can decide for him."

"I've read the play script you gave me before. There's a piece of paper inside," Lin Luosang raised his eyes. "It's for you."

Pei Hanzhou suddenly paused and looked at her with a frown.

She handed over the paper: "He is real, I don't blame you."

He took the thin piece of paper, which was as fragile and yellowed as his fate, unfolded it, and saw familiar handwriting.

Because of fatigue, some parts of her writing were occasionally sloppy and unclear, but she had already made annotations on the side, so it didn't look effortless.

Lin Luosang took half a step forward.

"His first wish was for you to be upright and courageous and not to go astray. You have achieved that."

"My second wish was for you to be safe and healthy, and you achieved that."

"My third wish is for you to learn to be grateful. Now that you're taking such good care of your great-grandmother, isn't that proof of that?"

"That's what he wanted to tell you before he died. He has no regrets," she said, stepping forward and holding his hand. "Don't blame yourself. This really has nothing to do with you."

The man had a complicated expression on his face as he read over and over again the familiar handwriting, as if something was slowly flowing away from his body.

He heard her voice, as always, soothing and healing:

"You told me before that you don't blame me because of love."

"It's the same now. How could he bear to blame you because of love?"

"Although I didn't get to see him for the last time, as long as I cherish every moment I've had with him and remember it forever in the future, it means far more than that last moment."

After a while, he opened his eyelids and whispered, "Do you want to go with me to take a look?"

…

An hour later, the two arrived at the old man's grave.

The sky was rarely clear, and the afternoon sunlight was warm and dazzling, mixed with the colorful rainbow and sprinkled on the tombstone. She stood with him silently for a long time.

She knew that the letter would, to some extent, alleviate his guilt and allow him to slowly let it go, it just took time.

At least today, he can let himself go in his memories.

Regardless of whether it can cure everything, at least it will make it easier for him to remember it without suffering.

"There's another Easter egg," she said as we left. "The letter was tucked inside a play your great-grandfather loved. That scene in the play happened to be about family love: not caring about giving, not expecting anything in return, not talking about right or wrong, as long as you have love in your heart... you won't be lonely."

"I don't know if it's a coincidence," she shrugged, "but I think that's what he meant."

The man paused, and she turned around and looked back, confused.

He adjusted her collar, and a long-lost smile of relief finally appeared on his lips.

Pei Hanzhou responded to her in a deep voice: "Yeah."

He slept very soundly that night, and when Lin Luosang got up the next day, he didn't even wake him up when he accidentally kicked the clothes hanger.

He usually has a light sleep, as if he has something on his mind that he cannot completely let go of.

But today, he slept soundly.

Looking at the man's sleeping face, she couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips, exhaled slowly, and the heavy stone in her heart fell quietly to the ground. She went to work contentedly.

The morning schedule was to teach the trainees to practice the theme song for the final time. The performance was about to begin, and this theme song would serve as the opening performance and would be danced to for all the audience.

"You must remember to be at your best. The people sitting in the audience are the ones who feed and clothe you. They've spent their money and time, so you need to put on your best performance too."

Lin Luosang stretched his body in front of the mirror and said, "I'll practice with you one last time. Since there are so many of you, I can't guide everyone. I'll just focus on the overall results."

The trainees also followed her in stretching, and said yes excitedly while stretching.

She admired Pei Hanzhou's sleeping face for a long time in the morning and thought too much, so she wasted time and went out without putting on makeup.

Besides, the rehearsal of the theme song was not planned in the process. She voluntarily worked overtime, so she did not inform the camera teacher to shoot and planned to finish this part in a low-key manner.

As a result, when she was halfway through the dance, four or five cameras suddenly rushed in and captured her face with great precision.

“No, no, no—” Lin Luosang raised his hands to cover his face. “Photograph them. They worked hard this morning and presented their best self for the audience.”

She covered her face even more tightly. "What's wrong with this teacher? She even took pictures of my face. I really don't have any makeup on."

If she is mentally prepared when she is not wearing makeup, such as doing a live broadcast of removing makeup, then there is nothing wrong. But she was not prepared at all today. She didn't even check her face before going out. The camera was pointed at her so directly. She didn't know the clarity or the angle, so she subconsciously started to block it.

The trainee didn't believe it and came up to him: "Teacher, are you kidding me? How can this be her natural look?"

"I was just asking Teacher Jiujiu what kind of foundation she uses that's so skin-friendly. So she doesn't wear any makeup, right? Sorry to bother you."

"No way, that's so hurtful. Even with my foundation on, I'm still not as fair as my mentor's natural makeup."

The whole room burst into laughter.

Her hands that were covering her face were pulled away by the curious trainees. When the trainees saw that she was really without makeup, they immediately felt that life was so boring in comparison. Long sighs came one after another, and finally it turned into everyone asking her how she took care of her skin on a daily basis.

"How can someone have no pores? That doesn't make sense, does it?"

"How did you manage to keep your nose from turning red and your mouth from turning dark? Please teach me!"

"I'm a blemish-prone person, and I envy those with skin that's free of acne and closed comedones. What skincare product does the teacher endorse? Can't I buy it?"

"I found it! The teacher's flaw!"

"What??"

"The teacher has a few more eyebrows on his right side than on his left." The trainee groaned in grievance, "I really can't find any other eyebrows."

"Teacher Sang's face is flawless, so why not come and see me? I promise you can find at least ten differences between the left and right sides of his face."

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, everyone is here to pick a fight, right?"

"Alright, alright, hurry back to your seats," Lin Luosang pulled the stray trainee back on track. "The one with the biggest improvement in ranking this round, I'll give you a set of my skincare products, okay?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the trainees under the camera couldn't help but swear.

“What the hell!!!”

“This is fine!”

"Don't compete with me for the practice room tonight."

"Teacher, this set of skincare products cost six figures. I am crying like crazy for the generosity of Teacher Sangsang."

…

The classroom with her was always filled with laughter and joy. She led everyone through training in a relaxed and strict manner, and the first performance was the next day.

Since Lin Luosang is the producer, he also has to take on corresponding tasks on the stage, which is to host the show with another mentor.

Although it was a performance for the trainees, the light boards in the audience were almost all purple, and most of them were there to see Lin Luosang, even though she didn't have a stage at all tonight and was just participating in the recording.

When the camera turned to her, the fans who were still enthusiastically cheering for the young idols spontaneously changed the topic and started posting messages such as "She is so beautiful, please give me the lipstick color", "Maybe I can give me the same highlighter", "The eyeshadow is amazing, how did you layer the sequins", which completely deviated from the topic.

Lin Luosang, who has won over many fans with her beauty, only showed her face for ten minutes at the beginning, and the cheering list in the live broadcast room changed rapidly. She was pushed to the first place without any need for cheering.

No one expected that as a mentor, she was ranked below a hundred trainees, and her fans were also very obedient and did not show off to steal the limelight. As a result, she was still able to be picked up by the audience and ranked first. She really deserved the myth of winning the championship without going on stage.

The stage showdown begins soon.

Lin Luosang initially sent out the C-class group, and Liu Ping, as her opponent, sent out the B-class group to fight against her. The result was naturally... they lost.

Later, she was released from Class D, and Liu Ping sent a group from Class B, which also suffered a crushing defeat.

Liu Ping couldn't help but pick up the microphone and question the director team: "Is there really no problem with this ticket? It can't be that serious, right? Are you giving tickets because of the instructor's face?"

The director had to whisper back, saying that the vote count was fine, and that Lin Luosang's two performances were indeed very effective, so it was no wonder that the audience liked them.

"If that doesn't work, could you send Class A to try again?"

Liu Ping: "That's the only way."

In the end, Lin Luosang forced Liu Ping to release Class A, while she was released from Class F. When the results were announced, the lights finally came on towards Liu Ping after a long absence. Liu Ping stood up and cheered halfway when the lights suddenly went out halfway.

Liu Ping: "What do you mean?"

"Sorry, I got it wrong. This time, Instructor Lin Luosang wins."

The audience was almost dying of laughter.

Liu Ping stood there. It was not right to continue standing, nor to sit down, nor to celebrate with Lin Luosang, nor to cry.

In the end, he could only say in disbelief, "Fine, it's just my bad luck. The whole audience is made up of Lin Luosang fans, so naturally they all voted for her."

"Fans are a double-edged sword," Lin Luosang said. "If everyone has high expectations of me, their expectations of me will only be higher. If they find out my students are not good, they won't vote for me and may even criticize me. You're overthinking it."

The comments were almost speechless: [If you can't afford to lose, don't participate in the competition. They are just so good that even F can win, but you can't even win with A. Consider your own level.]

Finally, the ranking of the trainees for this episode will be announced. As the host, Yang Yang asked the mentors to guess who would be the top one in the on-site voting.

Everyone guessed that there were more students from Classes A and B. When Ban Zun mentioned Class C, there was a round of boos until Lin Luosang picked up the microphone and replied, "Shi Churan."

The noise in the audience grew louder. Shi Churan's presence was so low that most people didn't even remember her face.

However, when the final results came out, it turned out that the person with the highest number of votes on site was actually Shi Churan, and Lin Luosang hit the mark again.

The staff backstage were all discussing and impressed by Lin Luosang's keen perception.

"It's actually Shi Churan? What kind of talent scout is this?"

"From the beginning, she was particularly fond of Shi Churan. I thought her eyesight wasn't very good. Now it seems, sorry, it's my eyesight that's not good."

"Not only can she write songs, but her market perception is also very strong. She really deserves the title of producer."

The first performance ended, but comfortable days are always short-lived. The next morning, elimination rounds were held based on votes, and forty trainees left.

Fortunately, all of Lin Luosang's team members were there.

Parting is always sad, and girls are mostly sentimental. In the end, they all cried together, and many of them even became hoarse.

In the afternoon, Lin Luosang called the remaining sixty trainees together.

"I know everyone is upset, but that's just how the knockout rounds are. It's just a short journey and doesn't mean anything. Don't let your guard down if you stay, and leaving doesn't mean you're a loser. After all, life is still a long journey. If we're destined to meet again, we'll see each other again in the future."

"Chinese New Year is coming soon, and everyone can't go back. As a mentor, I don't have much to offer everyone, so I invited a few chefs I often meet at home to make some dumplings for everyone. This year, I'm inviting everyone to eat some dumplings before the Chinese New Year to warm them up and give them a little bit of the festive atmosphere."

The trainees, who were originally feeling depressed, perked up when they heard that there was food to eat.

"Wow, the teacher is so nice. The teacher is like a god. I haven't eaten dumplings during the Chinese New Year for many years. I always feel like something is missing."

Lin Luosang remembered the key point and instructed: "The dumpling filling is also specially prepared. Although it is not as fatty as those sold outside, you still have to go to the gym after eating it. Eat more than one and run for half an hour. I will check it tomorrow."

The trainees adhered to the idea of ​​"eat first and talk later" to lose weight, and held high the banner of following Teacher Sangsang's lead without wavering: "Okay!!"

The chefs rushed in, Lin Luosang turned his head and took a look, unexpectedly finding a familiar figure at the end.

The man was dressed in black, standing out from the crowd of chefs in white tall hats.

After Pei Hanzhou stood still, she looked up and asked, "Why are you here? I'm treating the trainees to dumplings, so I can't accompany you."

"Come and see, I just happened to see Yue Hui saying you're hiring a chef." Pei Hanzhou glanced at the stuffing and dough in front of her and said with a smile, "Can you make dumplings?"

She shook her head: "I can eat it."

“…”

"That's perfect," he said calmly, "I don't need you to accompany me, I can accompany you."

Then Pei Hanzhou taught her how to make dumplings on the spot.

The room was big, so the two of them stood in the corner, each wearing a mask, and started making dumplings.

Lin Luosang looked at the trainees in the distance who were excited about the food and asked him, "There are so many girls, can you handle it?"

"It's not bad, it's far away."

"Be serious," the man frowned and looked at the thing in her hand, "Is this a turtle?"

Lin Luosang: ???

"Why did you insult me?"

Pei Hanzhou: "Then why did you insult Jiaozi?"

Lin Luosang was about to speak when the trainees seemed to have suddenly noticed their master's wife and master's husband in the corner. They didn't even bother to eat their dumplings and were whispering to each other.

The trainees, who hadn't seen a handsome guy for a long time, were in sync with each other and most of them blushed.

Lin Luosang glanced at their wolf-like eyes, with ellipsis and question marks overlapping in his heart. He then looked at Pei Hanzhou, who was also enjoying the peach blossoms while making dumplings with his head down, and silently reached out and touched the mask hanging on his chin.

Then, he pulled the metal bar higher and higher, covering all of his sinful facial features from his brow to his chin.