"Young Master is really amazing."
"Oh my god, keep eliminating!"
"Take it down quickly."
Bai Jinglang was about to take the phone down when the screen that had just lit up suddenly flickered and then went out.
"What's wrong?" asked a ghost.
"Isn't it enough?" said the maid ghost.
"Girls are just careful." The male ghost next to her praised.
"How long will it take? Wouldn't it be faster to just soak it in water?" said a ghost.
Bai Jingtang shook his head and said, "No, it has to be water vapor."
"Then keep hanging." A male ghost said, "This electricity is too slow."
"Humans are so patient."
The cell phone was hung on the cauldron again. A bunch of ghosts sat around it, adding water and lighting the fire. In the house, Lin Su was sleeping soundly.
Just as his consciousness fell into darkness, he heard a familiar voice knocking at the door: "Master, it's time to get up."
"Hmm..." The Qingya voice next to him was struggling. Because he couldn't wake up for a long time, he made a few humming sounds.
When Lin Su opened his eyes and saw the person beside him struggling to open his eyes under the quilt, he knew that he had returned to this era.
"Get up, and don't get your butt exposed to the sun anymore." Lin Su patted his quilt and said with a smile.
Bai Jingtang opened his eyes, rubbed them with one hand, and yawned. His voice was still soft as if he had just woken up: "When did you wake up?"
"Just woke up." Lin Su stood up and said.
"So God really needs to sleep. Then when do you eat?" Bai Jinglang asked in a daze.
"The speed of time flow for gods is different from that for humans. I have already eaten while you were sleeping." Lin Su said.
"Master, it's time to get up, or you'll miss breakfast." The girl shouted outside.
"I know. I'll be there right away." Bai Jinglang yawned again and sat up from the bed. Because he was sleepy, a few tiny water droplets inevitably hung on his eyelashes. The light shining through the paper-pasted window made the young man in pure white underwear look somewhat transparent.
Lin Su always felt that he had seen a similar scene at some point, but he had no impression of it in his mind.
Bai Jingtang took new clothes from the closet and put them on. After he was done, he called the maid to bring in some water for him to wash up. After the maid finished making the bed, she went out to do other things. He wiped his face, looked around the room, and said, "Do you want to wash up?"
Lin Su felt that his body was now in a soul state, and not eating would not cause any impact.
Moreover, the speed of time flow here seems to be different from that in modern times. He spent more than ten hours here, and when he woke up, it was morning over there. He stayed there for more than ten hours, and when he woke up, it was also morning here.
There is no pattern in the calculation, but this is the best. I promised to be his guardian angel, and it is really the best thing not to miss a minute when he wakes up.
"I don't need to wash." Lin Su said.
Bai Jingtang pondered for a moment, and Lin Su smiled and said, "Gods have the ability to purify themselves and will not become dirty. I still like cleanliness very much."
"Hmm..." Bai Jinglang felt very embarrassed because of the fleeting thought that just flashed through his mind.
He still had breakfast with his parents, but after the meal he did not look at the account book. Instead, he asked the servant to harness the carriage and rush to other places.
It was early in the morning and the roadside stalls had just been set up. Bai Jinglang felt a little sleepy after breakfast and dozed off slightly in the car.
This cannot be blamed on his laziness, but the fact that Mr. and Mrs. Bai obviously had a son in middle age. At his age now, he goes to bed early, gets up early, and sleeps lightly. This makes it particularly difficult for the young Master Bai who sleeps soundly.
"Young Master, we've arrived at the villa." The servant outside called out.
"I understand." Bai Jinglang got off the carriage and stopped in front of an obviously spacious and remote courtyard.
He stood in front of the door and said to the servant behind him, "You go back first and come pick me up after noon."
"Okay, young master." The servant drove away in the carriage without asking any questions.
Bai Jinglang entered and locked the door, then walked through the courtyards and went deeper into the room.
This place is very large. Walking around a courtyard, Lin Su frowned when he saw the lake and rockery in the center of the courtyard: "Is this your villa?"
The little guy acts in a logical and reasonable manner. If he were to enter someone else's house, he would not enter without knocking.
"This is Master's courtyard." Bai Jingtang said with a slightly heavy breath, "She gave it to me before she died."
Although actors were of low status, they could earn a lot of money, which was why they had such a large courtyard.
"Sorry." Lin Su said as he walked beside him.
"It's okay. Master died peacefully. I just miss her a little every time I come here." Bai Jingtang smiled and said, "You can do whatever you want here. Just let me know if you move the costumes."
"Okay." Lin Su said.
Bai Jingjian did not go into the house, but stood on a rockery by the lake and began to warm up his voice. There were two shallow footprints left on the rock, which were obviously left by frequent practice.
Lin Su sat aside and watched him sing without saying anything. When the young man first started singing, his face was slightly red, and he was obviously embarrassed. But when the surroundings became quiet and he obviously got into the mood, the faint red disappeared.
The purpose of warming up your voice is to keep it in good condition. One minute on stage is the result of ten years of hard work off stage. If you want to sing well, you can't slack off, otherwise even great talent will be wasted.
When he opened his performance, he clearly used a female voice, which was melodious and he would occasionally perform movements when he was excited. Even without the costume, one could still get a glimpse of the charm.
This requires basic skills and cannot be sung easily. Lin Su is very sensitive to music, but it is still difficult to learn this.
Bai Jingtang's vocal training lasted for an hour, during which his voice remained fairly stable. When he finally emerged from that state, he tentatively asked, "Are you there?"
"Yes." Lin Su replied, "Your basic skills are very solid."
"Do you feel a little bored?" Bai Jingtang asked.
"No, sometimes I can spend the whole day writing songs." Lin Su said.
When you are immersed in that state, you are not aware of the passage of time around you.
"Can you write songs?" Bai Jingtang asked curiously, looking at the source of the sound. "What kind of song is it?"
Lin Su thought about the term used in this era and said, "A song accompanied by Western instruments."
"Guitar?" Bai Jingtang became more and more interested.
"Yes, there is such a thing." Lin Su said, "Do you know guitar?"
"Master once tried Western musical instruments to see if they could be incorporated into opera," Bai Jingtang said. "I know a little about them, too."
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