acquaintance
Zhao Qinfeng took the groceries he bought to the kitchen, put the items that needed to be kept fresh in the refrigerator, and left the rest on the kitchen counter. Then he washed his hands.
Lin Ting slumped on the sofa, hearing the sound of the refrigerator opening and closing, the sound of running water, and finally the approaching footsteps.
Lin Ting's face suddenly turned cold, and he abruptly opened his eyes to see Zhao Qinfeng smiling at him.
Zhao Qinfeng's hands were already dry, but they were still very cold, making Lin Ting shiver. He reached out and took Zhao Qinfeng's hands off his face, then put them in his pocket.
Zhao Qinfeng sat down by the pavilion and asked, "What would you like to eat tonight?"
Lin Ting said, "You buy whatever you want, and I'll eat whatever you make."
Zhao Qinfeng replied, "Oh."
The two sat there quietly for a while, then Lin Ting asked, "Aren't you going to ask me what I was looking at just now?"
Zhao Qinfeng said, "People need privacy, and lovers also need to give each other enough space."
Lin Ting said, "What you said makes sense, but this is not my privacy, it is your privacy."
Lin Ting opened his laptop, which still displayed the video playback interface from when he closed it.
Zhao Qinfeng said, "Does this look like the episode I recorded before?"
Lin Ting nodded and said, "It mentions the name of that music festival from before."
Zhao Qinfeng tried to recall, but couldn't: "Maybe he mentioned it? I don't really remember."
Lin Ting said, "I just realized that this music festival is the one I went to back then."
“I think I mentioned to you before that I’m not very keen on going to offline music festivals or concerts, so I’ve hardly ever been to any over the years. That’s why I remembered the name of that music festival.”
"The first time I heard your song was not on stage, nor through a music platform or anything else, but through a stranger's phone playing it on speaker that night."
Zhao Qinfeng, who had been listening silently, finally spoke up: "That person was wearing a hat and walked out in silence. He played a song that was unfamiliar to everyone. In order not to disturb the other people present, he deliberately walked a very, very far away before playing the sound. However, he did not expect that even so, he would still run into someone who was also walking out."
"He didn't realize the other person was there at first, and only realized that the other person had been listening for a while when they came over to ask. He thought he would be reminded to turn off the sound or even hear a 'this song isn't very good,' but this person actually said they liked the song."
"When he heard this, he was in a daze and desperately tried to see some clue on the other person's face, but he found nothing. Even when the other person said goodbye and left, there was nothing unusual. He then realized that the most unusual person might be himself, so sensitive, so tormented, so easily...overjoyed."
Lin Ting asked, "Then how did you find me online?"
Zhao Qinfeng said, "I did see the article through a search, just as I told you before. However, I truly confirmed your identity when you started making videos and reading scripts. I originally thought that everything that day would be like any other day, gradually losing details and leaving only a vague impression. But instead, I remembered the details of that day more and more clearly. So, it's as if I've heard your voice hundreds or thousands of times in my mind. Once I hear it again, I'm absolutely certain."
Lin Ting said dryly, "Oh...you need to give me some time to digest this."
Zhao Qinfeng reached out and touched Lin Ting's face. His hand had warmed up and wouldn't be cold to Lin Ting anymore.
"Take your time to digest, I'm going to cook."
Although this matter sounds strange and a bit too coincidental, Lin Ting quickly accepted it. After all, considering the circumstances at the time, it was not a very unlikely that the person who played Zhao Qinfeng's song was Zhao Qinfeng.
It truly is a case of "meeting is fate"!
After quickly accepting the situation, Lin Ting uploaded the previously edited video to the platform.
He used to give advance notice of his updates, but lately he's been updating more frequently and has stopped giving advance notice, leaving it all up to luck.
Zhao Qinfeng would occasionally try to get a front-row seat, but he could never manage to. At that point, the audience in front of him would laugh and say, "Give Teacher Shuang a seat," which would make things quite lively.
"Dinner's ready!"
"Coming, coming." Lin Ting put down her computer, stood up from the sofa, and walked cheerfully to the dining table.
After the two sat down, Zhao Qinfeng subconsciously opened his phone and looked at it. His expression suddenly changed, and he began to click rapidly.
Lin Ting peeked over and saw that Zhao Qinfeng's phone was displaying the interface of his newly released video. It already had over fifty comments.
"It's okay, being in the top 100 is still pretty good," Lin Ting comforted her.
As a result, after Zhao Qinfeng posted a comment and refreshed the page, he found that the number of comments had jumped to over two hundred.
Lin Ting picked up her phone and scrolled through it, seeing the comment from "Frosty Leaf," which was posted "just now."
He raised his hand to reply to that comment, and then casually replied to some other comments as well.
Zhao Qinfeng put down his phone and leaned over to read Lin Ting's reply.
Lin Ting gently pushed Zhao Qinfeng's head, but couldn't move it. He could only say helplessly, "I'll reply here, and you can see it on your phone too."
Zhao Qinfeng insisted, "That's different!"
What's different? Lin Ting typed away, pondering the questions, replying to comment after comment. He wondered if Zhao Qinfeng's reaction was because he hadn't managed to get a front-row seat and wanted to see his comments before others.
"Okay, okay, I'm done replying. I'm not looking at my phone anymore. Let's eat!" In the end, it was Lin Ting who called for dinner.
Zhao Qinfeng then obediently sat back down.
There were no rules about not talking at the dinner table between the two, so they chatted casually.
After finishing his meal, Lin Ting received a call from a variety show director.
They had already communicated briefly via email, and this phone call was to confirm some details. Lin Ting ultimately accepted the variety show invitation.
Zhao Qinfeng asked, "You haven't done any variety shows for quite a while. What made you decide to do this one?"
Lin Ting said, "Maybe it's because of the 'high pay, low workload, and close to home'?"
Zhao Qinfeng burst into laughter, but it took him a while to calm down.
Lin Ting said, "And you should have received an invitation to this variety show too? Opportunities to record a show with you are rare."
Zhao Qinfeng said, "How could that be? There will be more and more in the future... Hmm? If the variety show you just took on is one that I've also recently taken on, then it should be that music talent show, right?"
Lin Ting nodded. The variety show is called "I Listen to You Sing," focusing on music and divided into two tracks: songwriting and singing. It's planned to be recorded offline, but there probably won't be a live audience.
Lin Ting has been invited to be a guest commentator, and will provide feedback on the participants from both tracks. Zhao Qinfeng will primarily serve as a mentor on the singing track, sharing and imparting his experience.
"Actually, given your creative experience, you could easily dabble in other creative fields, right?" Lin Ting asked.
"I can really only visit their homes occasionally. After all, over the years, I have more experience in singing than in songwriting. Moreover, my experience in singing is quite systematic, so I am qualified to give some guidance to others. As for songwriting, I am just a nobody. At most, I can exchange ideas with them," Zhao Qinfeng said frankly.
The variety show was filmed at a recording base in a neighboring province. It was said to be a closed-off recording environment where trainees and mentors had to stay.
One late spring afternoon, the two set off from home at different times, arrived at the high-speed rail station, and took the high-speed rail to their destination.
The two parted ways at their doorstep, only to meet again on the high-speed train. Lin Ting greeted Zhao Qinfeng's agent.
"Long time no see!" Lin Ting said.
The agent also remarked with emotion, "Yes, it's been a really long time."
For a while, everyone was basically stuck at home and didn't have the opportunity to go out and participate in offline recordings, so Zhao Qinfeng and his agent hadn't seen each other for a long time, but their work-related contact had never stopped.
After arriving at the high-speed rail station, they met with the staff from the production crew who came to pick them up, and then, carrying their luggage, they went with them to the recording location.
By the time they arrived at the recording location, it was already dark. The others who had arrived had dinner together. Lin Ting was delayed by some things and didn't arrive at the same time as Zhao Qinfeng. When he arrived, there was an empty seat next to Zhao Qinfeng.
Zhao Qinfeng waved to him, and Lin Ting walked over and sat down, immediately feeling everyone's teasing glances at him.
Lin Ting asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, it's just that Qin Feng kept saying he wanted to save a seat for a friend, and it turns out that this 'friend' is Teacher Lin Ting," the director said.
Lin Ting greeted everyone with a smile, but when she greeted the music director, the latter's expression was a little strange.
It was just a simple meal, but it was a welcome dinner to wash away the dust of the journey. The concept of using serving chopsticks has become more widespread recently, and everyone is strictly adhering to it.
After finishing their meal, everyone walked back together. Zhao Qinfeng and Lin Ting were walking side by side when Lin Ting suddenly felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around and saw the music director.
The music director, Zhang Fengming, was also a renowned musician, primarily working behind the scenes. Now, standing beside the pavilion, he was momentarily at a loss for words.
Lin Ting asked, "Teacher Zhang, what's wrong?"
His tone was quite natural, a stark contrast to Zhang Fengming's rambling manner.
Zhao Qinfeng thoughtfully suggested, "How about I excuse myself for a moment?"
Zhang Fengming didn't stand on ceremony, waved his hand, and even added a few perfunctory thanks.
Zhao Qinfeng gently squeezed Lin Ting's palm, then walked away to chat with familiar guests.
Zhang Fengming lowered his voice and asked, "Did the production team recruit you to teach them how to write lyrics, Teacher Jinghu?"
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