The first thing Zhuang Li does when she gets home from get off work is to change her clothes.
Take off the shirt, take off the A-line skirt.
Zhuang Li slumped on the sofa for a little over half a minute, then sat up like a spring after recovering. He opened the laptop on the coffee table and skillfully accessed the iStation backend.
Aside from being a teacher, she is also a content creator on social media, and a fairly popular one at that.
Zhuang Li immediately opened yesterday's submission—
[Xu Qian: A Portrait of Characters - The Many Layers of Xu Meiren's Schemes]
12,000 likes! 7,000 coins! 10,000 favorites!
For a day, this number is quite impressive. Zhuang Li opened the video with satisfaction, selectively replied to a few interesting comments, and then continued editing new videos. Who else can compare to the number one hard worker on iStation!
Of course, when it comes to editing videos, source material and motivation are very important.
Zhuang Li took out his phone, looked at the screen saver with a loving expression, and then indicated that charging was complete!
There aren't many fans like Zhuang Li among Xu Qian's fans, but there are still quite a few, as can be seen from the number of edited videos on iFanr.com, which also indirectly proves that Xu Qian is quite popular with the general public.
Although his fans always become fans for some very strange reasons, it's not a big deal!
Those who deserve pampering should still be pampered! It's just a personal skill, right?! Let's arrange it!
"Brother Xu, shall we begin?" Yan Lang asked, holding up Xu Qian's phone.
Xu Qian nodded.
He saw this song in the most popular comments on Weibo yesterday. It's a song that's been trending on WeChat Moments lately, and it's also a... corny love song. Although it's a bit corny, the melody is really catchy. Anyway, it's a fan service, so their opinions will definitely take precedence.
Of course, there's no need to mention that he himself was a bit tipsy.
...
Five minutes later, Xu Qian posted the video he had just recorded on Weibo. He had changed the original four-minute version into a two-minute fast-paced version, and sure enough, the change made it even more interesting.
Soon, new comments appeared on Weibo. Xu Qian clicked on one to read it, but Meng Ziqiu knocked on the door and came in, looking as if he had something to say to Xu Qian.
Yan Lang suggested going to the balcony, leaving the two of them to talk.
After the door closed, Meng Ziqiu pulled up a chair and sat down on the bed, his expression slightly somber.
"Fifth Master... things might not be good."
Xu Qian was taken aback. It wasn't really unexpected, after all, Fifth Master was already this age, and with his previous serious illness, his body was already failing. Although he could prolong the other's life, he was only keeping him on the brink of death. In the current situation, living was actually more painful than dying.
Meng Ziqiu seemed to understand something from his silence and fell silent as well.
"I need to ask for leave," Xu Qian said.
Meng Ziqiu hummed in agreement but didn't say anything. He cared more about Fifth Master's serious illness than anyone else, but sometimes birth, aging, sickness, and death are things that everyone has to go through.
...
The next day, Los Angeles First Hospital.
Since it was inconvenient for Xu Qian to show his true colors under the guise of the Wanhua, he had to switch to the Tian Ce, who had the second level of Wanhua internal energy, to perform two acupuncture treatments on the Fifth Master who was lying in the hospital bed. Unfortunately, that was the limit of his abilities; at most, it could only alleviate the pain.
Sangzi's wife had been taking care of him the whole time. Judging from her appearance, she must have been up for a lot of time, as her face was swollen.
Fifth Master had no children of his own. Sangzi was adopted from a deceased comrade-in-arms. Over the decades, the two had been like father and son. Sangzi was also very capable and managed the family business well, so that the seriously ill Fifth Master would no longer have to worry.
Unfortunately, Fifth Master was about to die; he was going to die before he could see Sangzi's child born.
Xu Qian withdrew his gaze and walked towards the door. Meng Ziqiu glanced at him and followed him out.
Upon entering the corridor, Xu Qian poured himself a glass of water and then poured one for Meng Ziqiu.
Meng Ziqiu took the water, stammering, "Brother Xu, is there really... no other way?"
Xu Qian looked at him, then lowered his eyes. "Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the natural order of things in the world."
Meng Ziqiu gave a wry smile. Did he really not know that this was the norm? No, he just found it hard to accept.
Xu Qian patted him on the shoulder.
A person's life will experience many regrets. Those things that we are reluctant to let go of and unwilling to accept will eventually be submerged in the river of time, because those who remain will look forward, and must look forward.
...
Fifth Master left the next morning. It was drizzling that day, and the gloomy sky was particularly fitting, carrying a sense of inexplicable sadness.
Many people came to the funeral. Fifth Master was well-liked in the circle and had helped many people in his early years. Successful and unsuccessful people alike all came today.
Sangzi managed everything with ease; he had become a qualified hall master, and every move he made carried the shadow of the former Fifth Master.
Until the funeral ended, only members of the family remained.
Xu Qian received a phone call midway through the call and was about to go outside to call back when he unexpectedly heard a 'whooshing' sound.
Peeking over, Xu Qian saw Sangzi huddled there, his head bowed so he couldn't see the expression on his face, but he could sense his breakdown from the sobs he uttered.
—I never thought about what despair was until the day he left.
Author's Note: There should be another update tonight!
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