"Haha, so what if she threw it away? Everyone should look forward and cherish the people in front of them."
My reflections today stem from the song "Sexy Little Strongman," which reminded me of the past. I was wrong, and that's that; we were destined to be apart.
After Director Zhou finished speaking, he turned his head back to the big screen.
Not only did Director Zhou think of his own youthful past, but even Wei Li, who had been silent on the podium, became melancholy.
His wife is divorcing him.
Wei Li was very confident in his charm; he was talented and wealthy. Without him, his wife had nothing.
Many of his female friends who had interacted with him or had a chance encounter with him said enviously, "How I envy Ms. Li!"
Yes, he's so good to her.
He explained to her that creation requires inspiration. His talent needs to be stimulated, and she needs to be more understanding.
What he needs is a selfless, magnanimous, and gentle wife.
He had barely finished explaining when her divorce papers were thrown on his desk.
She said, "I'm tired."
Wei Li irritably ran her fingers through her hair, wondering why she felt so tired.
Wasn't everything fine before?
Didn't he give her a lot of money? Doesn't she have children at home to keep her company?
He didn't mind her out-of-shape figure and told everyone online that he loved her.
They gave her both face and substance.
Couldn't she have been a little more tolerant of him?
They've come this far together, and he hasn't looked down on her at all.
On stage, Sexy Xiaoqiang's singing voice was calm, clean, and pure, but it couldn't suppress Wei Li's restless heart at all.
He slammed his hand on the table in anger and cursed, "Why am I so unlucky lately? It's all Xu Yanyu's fault."
Lan Shuifang, who was quietly listening to music, was suddenly startled by the tap.
"Professor Wei, what's wrong?"
Wei Li forced an awkward smile, trying to cover it up, saying, "I'm so excited, this song is so good, it's really so good."
Upon hearing this, Lan Shuifang immediately became excited and chimed in, "Yes. I also think this song is really good."
Sexy Xiaoqiang's voice is so captivating. Hearing her sing reminds me of the hardships I faced when I first entered the industry.
Lan Shuifang initially won third place in a host competition held by TV Station S, which led to her being hired by the station.
She sighed, "Just like the song says, I was like a weed back then."
I don't have a formal education in this field; I used to study a less commonly taught language and I was a college graduate.
I don't know who gave me the courage, but I was determined to become a host.
On stage, Lan Shuifang, who is quite carefree, is reminded of her younger self, when she first stood on stage with a microphone in hand.
At that time, she had no idea that she would succeed; she just did it because she wanted to.
She had many competitors at the time, and she was at a disadvantage.
His Mandarin was not good, and he also had a local accent.
So she started practicing speaking, just like a baby.
I practice non-stop every day, and I start talking as soon as I wake up, which has caused my tonsils to become inflamed.
Lacking sufficient formal education, she later pursued a master's degree.
She was once as tenacious as a weed, and she fought all the way just to realize her dream.
That's a really good song.
Wei Li, unaware of Lan Shuifang's inner thoughts, echoed, "Yes. Everyone has their struggles."
So he said Li Yiling was willful and didn't understand the hardships men face.
Li Yiling has been too comfortable at home. He should let her know how tough it is to get by in this society.
As a full-time housewife who has been away from the workforce for so many years, she definitely wouldn't be able to adapt to working life.
So he didn't believe she could still make money, and he told her to leave, saying she would kneel down and beg him to remarry her later.
Wei Li's mind became increasingly clear, and he also became interested in appreciating music.
Sexy Xiaoqiang truly lives up to his muse; this song is about people, about life.
After leaving Teacher Xiaoqiang, Xiaolu caught up with Xiaofang.
Xiao Fang ran to the bathroom, turned on the tap, and splashed water on her face.
She needs to calm down; she still has work to do.
Seeing her like this, Xiao Fang's worry deepened. "Xiao Lu, are you alright?"
When Xiao Fang saw Xiao Lu, she said in confusion, "I don't understand. I just wanted to do my job properly, so why was I treated like that?"
I know we're low-level employees with low salaries, but I still have dignity.
Xiao Fang felt even more upset thinking about what had happened during this period.
She hadn't been at the station long when she first arrived, and the seasoned veterans there often pushed work onto her.
Originally, the task of receiving Cui Xuerui was not her responsibility, but because the older employee was unwilling, their team leader transferred the work to her.
“Newcomers all go through this, I’m the same as you. I also have to greet contestants.” Xiao Lu patted Xiao Fang on the shoulder with empathy.
"Right, aren't you going to follow Sexy Little Strong?" Xiao Fang remembered Xiao Lu's job and quickly reminded her.
"No need, Teacher Xiaoqiang is already on stage. Listen... isn't her singing beautiful?" Xiaolu pulled Xiaofang outside, and the two looked at the big screen together.
As Xiao Fang listened to the song, she couldn't hold back her tears.
Her emotions were already on the verge of collapse.
"I'm thinking of quitting my job."
As she said this, her mind drifted back to the excitement she felt when she first joined the TV station.
She was, at that time, just as the lyrics described—fragile and proud.
But her dream is about to vanish.
She might not be able to hold on much longer.
"Have you thought it through? I still remember you telling me you wanted to become someone as amazing as Director Zhou," Xiao Lu sighed.
“We didn’t live in a good era, but it doesn’t matter, we can’t rise to the top.” Xiao Fang’s hands were tightly gripping the hem of his clothes.
Seeing Xiao Lu's worried look, she forced a smile and said, "Look, how well this song is sung. We're all just ordinary people. Maybe I'll be better off taking a different path, right?"
The two words that followed her were filled with confusion and bewilderment.
"I don't know either. But I hope you can persevere a little longer. Think about your initial goal." Xiao Lu sighed and put her hand on Xiao Fang's shoulder.
Xiao Fang squatted on the ground, staring blankly at the big screen.
The song reached her ears and touched her heart.
...
"That was once how I looked, boiling with unease,"
"It seems this is the only path I'm destined to take,"
Time is silent, and so it is; tomorrow is already here.
The road the wind has traveled is still long; how far has your story ended?
...
No one could answer which path Xiao Fang should take.
The singing on stage was nearing its end, and Xu Yanyu was unaware that her song had stirred the thoughts of so many people.
As she sang, a smile involuntarily crept onto her lips.
The audience watched the stage quietly as the figure sang with deep emotion.
As she put down the microphone, the accompaniment gradually faded out.
Someone asked, as if in a daze, "Is it almost over? So fast?"
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