Chapter 125: Psychological imbalance



Between the end of 2011 and 2012, a cultural phenomenon became popular across the country. The name of this phenomenon was Daolang.

During this period, taxi drivers across the country seemed to be sharing the same playlist.

As soon as I got in the car, the car stereo started playing either "You are my lover, a woman like a rose" or "I'm sure I am the wolf in sheep's clothing."

Qinghai Lake is blue, and a truck carrying refined salt is carrying it, with "Love Song of the West Sea" floating out of the open window.

The rough man's voice flew into the flocks of white sheep on the green grass slopes, distributed on every road in the country from more than 4,000 meters above sea level to more than 30 meters above sea level.

Parents called the education department to complain that their children were singing "vulgar and unhealthy songs" and asked the school to strictly control the situation.

So a certain school conducted a comprehensive investigation into unhealthy pop music, and eventually found more than 370 portable players that "spread bad songs" in a student dormitory with 1,000 people, all of which had "Punishment for Impulse" downloaded into them.

In the evening, the parents ran to the disco to sing and dance, and the resident singers sang "If you didn't know how many glasses I drank that day, you wouldn't understand how beautiful you are."

At the annual meeting of Pictet, a well-known domestic real estate giant, the company's CEO Wang Jinlin, wearing a suit and holding the microphone with a serious face, sang on the stage, "I still remember you promised me that you would never let me lose you/But you flew so far away with the migratory birds returning south..." The song was met with thunderous applause from the audience.

Daolang's songs have become a hit throughout China, and everyone can hum a line or two of his songs.

Jiang Xinhai had also heard of this name, but she never expected that this new top star who became popular overnight would look like this.

I actually cried so hard in the arms of an 18-year-old boy.

She blinked in surprise and stared at Luo Ling. She could see that Luo Ling's admiration for Chen Ya came from the bottom of his heart and was definitely not deliberate flattery.

"Don't you write the lyrics and compose the music for all your songs yourself?" Jiang Xinhai asked.

She didn't understand how Chen Ya, as a songwriter, could help Daolang.

"It was Chen Ya who gave me inspiration and taught me how to compose music," Daolang said. "If it weren't for Chen Ya, I'd still be working as a security guard in a dance hall."

"Gold will always shine," said Chen Ya.

Jiang Xinhai glanced at Chen Ya twice.

Although his face still had the immaturity of an 18-year-old, his temperament was so arrogant that he looked like a big shot.

"How did you get to know Chen Ya?" Jiang Xinhai asked.

Luo Ling said: "I dropped out of high school when I was a teenager, and then went to work in the northern desert and central Sichuan. Later, I learned keyboard from a teacher in a concert hall, and thus embarked on the road of music.

"In the beginning, I was just singing randomly, not knowing anything. I finally saved up some money and released an album out of my own pocket, but it only sold 2,000 copies, a huge loss, so I went back to working in a dance hall.

"The reason I chose the dance hall was because I could sing a couple of songs on the dance floor when the show was about to end. Then one time, Chen Ya heard me singing and said I could be famous. He helped me revise and write songs, and then... it became what it is now.

"You could say that my fame is entirely due to Chen Ya, who discovered me."

Jiang Xinhai opened his mouth slightly.

She began to understand why Daolang, a thirty-year-old man, was so respectful to the eighteen-year-old Chen Ya.

She looked at Chen Ya with a little surprise: "Why didn't you mention it to me?"

Chen Ya said, "I've done so many amazing things, do I have to tell you about every one of them?"

“…You’re amazing.”

After saying that, Jiang Xinhai turned his face away and didn't want to pay any attention to Chen Ya.

Mainly because his pride hurt Jiang Xinhai a little.

Originally, based on Chen Ya's self-introduction at the beginning, she thought that she was not far behind Chen Ya.

But now that Chen Ya's resume has added the discovery of Daolang, the balance has completely tilted in his favor.

From childhood to adulthood, she has never felt such a gap in level among her peers.

So, she was a little unhappy.

She decided that if Chen Ya didn't bring it up, she would never ask how she had promoted Daolang nationwide.

Now that they were officially acquainted, Luo Ling was no longer upset. He took out a plastic bag from his bag and said:

"I just came back from Qinghai-Tibet and brought back a lot of yak jerky. It's delicious. I'm giving it to you."

Jiang Xinhai took the heavy piece of dried meat that he handed over. It felt as hard as a brick and it hurt his hand.

Luo Ling pointed at the dried meat and said, "This is good stuff. It's high in calcium, protein, and fat, and it can also supplement collagen. Eat it directly and taste this treasure from the plateau."

Out of politeness, Jiang Xinhai put aside the plastic bag, opened his little lips, and took a bite of the yak jerky.

A sharp, stabbing pain shot up from the nerve at the root of the tooth to the top of the head, just like the feeling of falling down while walking and hitting the tooth on the curb.

Jiang Xinhai mechanically moved his lips away from the dried meat, closed his lips tightly, and even moved them twice in a pretentious manner to cover up the fact that he had not bitten off half a piece of meat.

Oh God, Come!

"Is it delicious?"

"Mm, delicious."

Jiang Xinhai quickly put the plastic bag on to cover the small teeth marks on the beef jerky - there was still a little bit of crystal saliva on it.

"If they're delicious, I'll give them all to you."

"Thank you." Jiang Xinhai tried to appear sincere.

As a senior in the music industry, we must be polite to him, even though he may never touch this dried meat again.

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