Visiting
As a worker who only gets one day off a week, Lin Ting's anticipation for Sundays is beyond question. But at this moment, he has an extra layer of anticipation because he plans to go to Zhao Qinfeng's house for a meal and ask him a question.
Going to work, coming home, writing articles, coming up with lyrics, making videos. Lin Ting was as busy as ever, but the fatigue from work was largely cured by his music-related side hustles. So, although he was so tired every day that he would fall asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, his mental state remained in good balance.
During their casual conversation, Lin Ting realized that Zhao Qinfeng's life was similar. His life was filled with all sorts of jobs, such as recording studios, live performances, variety show recordings, interviews, and so on. In fact, Zhao Qinfeng was not doing music-related things all the time, even though his profession was "singer".
Zhao Qinfeng and Lin Ting said that taking photos was difficult. The photographer asked him to pose in various ways, and sometimes he was as strict as a demanding client. He was not satisfied with this or that. After he tried dozens of poses, he started to think about how good the first pose was. But by then, he had long forgotten what the first pose was.
Zhao Qinfeng also said that recording shows is also very difficult. Some variety shows with many scenes usually last for several days. A single recording may last for a whole day, and they are often busy from daytime to midnight. His working hours are like hell, and the staff face it together with them, and they are even busy until later.
Lin Ting asked him how he got through those times, and Zhao Qinfeng said, "Actually, it was alright. I knew these things would affect whether I could perform on stage, and the staff worked even harder. When you see them busy working, you think, 'If I do my best, will the recording go more smoothly, and will everyone be less tired?' Of course, there's also a very direct point: the show pays me, and a lot of it. Everyone should respect money equally, especially for me. I support an entire studio, and I need to earn more money to keep it running and pay the salaries and bonuses to the hardworking staff who work with me."
The meeting was scheduled for the afternoon, which should have allowed Lin Ting a brief respite from his work schedule and a good nap. However, he woke up feeling very excited due to his biological clock. After a moment's thought, Lin Ting concluded that this was likely because he was going to visit Zhao Qinfeng at his home that afternoon, and he also needed to bring Zhao Qinfeng's small trumpet to him.
Thinking of this, Lin Ting became even more excited. She threw off the covers and got out of bed, feeling refreshed, to continue writing her manuscript.
However, when Lin Ting paused his coherent thoughts while writing, he couldn't help but start thinking about how to piece together Zhao Qinfeng and "Shuangye" in his mind.
In Lin Ting's memory, he had been following Shuangye for at least a long time, before Shuangye started publishing written music reviews and using video media. He was a true fan among fans, and for many years he had been diligently watching Shuangye's videos and making many professional comments to supplement or correct Shuangye's content.
Thinking about this, Lin Ting realized the logic behind it. After all, Zhao Qinfeng was indeed an industry insider. Lin Ting had subconsciously thought of him as a behind-the-scenes staff member and hadn't considered that he might also be a singer standing in front of the stage.
Lin Ting then recalled a live stream where Shuangye took the lead in revealing the secret of the accompaniment in the comments. Thinking about it, it made perfect sense. The vocals used in it were recorded by him, and he might even have been the one who suggested it!
Lin Ting thought to herself, she must ask him face to face... but what should she ask him to ask? Lin Ting realized that whether Shuangye and Zhao Qinfeng were the same person was not a big problem. If Lin Ting had not accepted the invitation to record the variety show, then this problem would be even less important.
Lin Ting was a little curious as to why Zhao Qinfeng would create a separate account and only follow him.
Before meeting Zhao Qinfeng, Lin Ting finished writing a manuscript, outlined a brief outline for the next video, and even revised the lyrics of the song she had on hand four times as if she were on steroids.
At 2 p.m. on Sunday afternoon, Lin Ting took the gift she had carefully selected, changed into an outfit that was slightly more formal than her usual work clothes, but still in a casual style, and slowly left home.
Lin Ting has a poor sense of direction, so before setting off, he entered the information about Zhao Qinfeng's residential area into the navigation software and followed the navigation for more than 700 meters in a straight line.
Lin Ting knew that Zhao Qinfeng lived in the same city as him, but he never expected that the two of them lived so close. The early winter wind wasn't cold, and the sun felt warm on his skin. Lin Ting walked slowly, as if he wanted to savor the feeling of a leisurely stroll as much as possible.
However, even walking slowly, the 700-meter stretch was completed quickly. Lin Ting registered her name and contact information with the security guard and entered the residential area.
“Three buildings, fifteen stories high…” Lin Ting looked at the message Zhao Qinfeng sent and got on the elevator.
After arriving at the designated fifteenth floor, he stepped out of the elevator, looked around, and knocked on Zhao Qinfeng's door.
Zhao Qinfeng quickly came over, opened the door, and welcomed him in. Lin Ting had originally wanted to bring some food so the two of them could eat together, but Zhao Qinfeng stopped him. When asked why, he wouldn't say, only telling him not to bring anything, as he had other plans.
Upon arrival, Lin Ting understood that Zhao Qinfeng had bought some groceries and seemed to be preparing to cook.
“I thought you were busy with work and didn’t have much time to cook for yourself even though you have a kitchen at home,” Lin Ting said.
“My family taught me how to cook when I was a child, and I didn’t want to lose my cooking skills, so I still cook from time to time,” Zhao Qinfeng explained. “Besides, if I don’t cook, the house doesn’t feel like home.”
Lin Ting shared the same sentiment and nodded vigorously twice.
It was Lin Ting's first time visiting Zhao Qinfeng's home. Being in a completely unfamiliar and enclosed space made her feel a little uncomfortable, so she just followed Zhao Qinfeng around. Zhao Qinfeng stood by the dining table, and Lin Ting stood by the dining table as well.
Zhao Qinfeng seemed to notice Lin Ting's unease and invited him to sit down on the sofa in the living room.
Zhao Qinfeng brought over the TV remote and asked, "What would you like to watch?"
After a moment's thought, Lin Ting said, "Why don't we take out the latest episode and watch it?"
Zhao Qinfeng turned on the TV, his movements a little clumsy, and slowly found "The Sound Spreads Far and Wide," clicking on the latest episode, only to discover that a membership was required.
Judging from his appearance, Lin Ting guessed that he hadn't turned on the TV much since it was installed. However, he could understand, since he himself hardly used a TV anymore. His own rented room didn't even have a TV installed; he could just search for what he wanted to watch online on the corresponding platform.
However, in order to watch "The Sound of the World", Lin Ting had subscribed to the platform, so he and Zhao Qinfeng worked together for a long time and finally managed to release the last episode of the variety show as background music.
Zhao Qinfeng said rather embarrassedly, "To be honest, I haven't turned on the TV for at least a year."
Lin Ting nodded: "I can understand, after all, you can watch anything on your phone these days."
It was still early, and Zhao Qinfeng saw that Lin Ting had brought some things with him. After some polite back and forth, Lin Ting, who was a veteran of all kinds of gift-giving and red envelope-giving during the New Year, surprisingly found himself at a worthy opponent.
Lin Ting said, "It feels so silly of us to keep pushing this back and forth."
Zhao Qinfeng nodded solemnly and said, "I think so too, but seeing people giving gifts made me unable to resist doing it..."
In the end, Zhao Qinfeng accepted it. After all, it was a gift that Lin Ting had carefully chosen, and it wasn't anything particularly expensive; it was the thought that counted.
Just as the two were performing a New Year's skit, the miscellaneous segments at the beginning of the variety show had almost finished airing, and it was almost time for the guests to come on stage to perform.
The two sat side by side on the sofa, watching the guest slowly walk onto the stage. The background music was very somber, and there was even slow motion, which should have made the audience feel tense along with them.
However, the two people watching were clearly not among the nervous audience. They remembered that the shot of walking towards the stage was filmed twice, and there was no strange background music playing at the time, so they weren't that nervous.
Lin Ting was more concerned about the performance, and since Zhao Qinfeng was right next to her, she could chat with him.
"He was too nervous and couldn't sing that line," Lin Ting suddenly paused the song with the remote and said to Zhao Qinfeng.
Zhao Qinfeng nodded and sang the line that Lin Ting had said again.
"Beautiful!" Lin Ting praised without reservation, but felt a little embarrassed afterward. He had only been watching a program with Zhao Qinfeng in private, so why was he giving his opinion?
Zhao Qinfeng pretended to be listening attentively, as if he had a microphone in his hand, and said in a very affected manner, "Thank you, thank you for your comments, Teacher Lin. I think what you said makes a lot of sense."
Lin Ting reached out and slapped him: "You're just going to perform like this, big or small, why don't you find a film crew to expand your business?"
Zhao Qinfeng shook his head vigorously, saying, "This really won't work. It's like crossing a mountain between different professions. If I go into acting, my acting career will probably come to an abrupt end."
Seeing his flustered appearance and obvious acting, Lin Ting realized that he had seen through Lin Ting's joke and was using it as an excuse to continue his act.
The variety show playing on TV just stopped there. The pause point was randomly pressed by Lin Ting, so the TV screen showed a face with a slightly embarrassed expression. It was probably just hitting a punctuation mark, preparing to take a breath before singing the next line.
Seeing Zhao Qinfeng's uncharacteristic behavior, Lin Ting sensed something and wondered: Is he trying to hide his nervousness? What is he nervous about?
Then he remembered one of the important purposes of his visit. So, under Zhao Qinfeng's gaze, Lin Ting took out his phone from his pocket, unlocked it, opened the app, and performed a series of operations without any hesitation to enter the "Frost Leaf" homepage, and then handed it to Zhao Qinfeng to look at.
Lin Ting said, "You must be 'Frosty Leaf'?"
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