Chapter 21 "Don't hang it up, just go like this."
Lu Ping was surrounded by people, who were basically asking her if she still had any thoughts about returning to the stage.
Even Ma Zhiyuan went to flatter him.
They kept praising Mrs. Gu's beautiful voice and saying, "She truly deserves the title of 'Golden Voice of the Pear Garden'."
"Golden Voice of the Pear Garden" was a title given to Lu Ping by her fans when she was seventeen.
Ma Zhiyuan was smug. This was the information he had just found out. Anyway, whether he flattered Gu Feihong or Madam Gu, it was all the same.
A loving couple is the same.
He turned to look at Gu Feihong with a smile, only to be met with an extremely stiff face, glaring at him with a dark expression.
Ma Zhiyuan: ...
Needless to say, Tu Yao was the first to hop over and circle around him.
"Brother!!! How are you so amazing! You're incredible! My brother is a musical genius!"
"Oh my god, when God created my brother, He must have played 100% music, but then realized there was no place to put anything else!"
"Don't panic, it immediately used its 100% good looks to squeeze into 100% music!"
"Add a 100% stage presence, 100% charm, 100% intelligence... Add, add, add everything!!!"
...
Tu Chaoxi chuckled; he truly believed that this little fool was his loyal fan.
A string of compliments, with a plagiarism rate of basically zero.
But when he looked down and saw her hands, which were already red from slapping, his face darkened.
"You brat, are you crazy? Don't you want your hands anymore?!"
Tu Yao chuckled.
"What are you laughing at, Director? Give me some ointment!"
[I'm dying of laughter, this variety show was totally worth it. Tu Chaoxi probably doesn't even realize he's about to become a siscon.]
[I'm him, and I'm also a siscon. Hehe, little sisters are so much fun, I want one too.]
[Sigh, if only my sister really were Tu Chaoxi's sister.]
I remember he mentioned during the talent show that he had a younger sister and brother, and that he entered the entertainment industry for his younger siblings.
On the other side, Lu Ping thanked the audience and staff repeatedly, then turned and walked towards Tu Yao.
She reluctantly took off her costume, which didn't fit her well, wasn't suitable for the play, and was even poorly made. But the moment she put it on, it gave her a sense of support.
Looking up again, she sincerely grasped Tu Yao's hand.
"Thank you, Xiao Mao, really, thank you..."
If it weren't for the girl in front of her insisting that she sing, she really would have backed down.
In those short ten minutes, she felt as if she had been transported to another world; it turned out she really could sing quite well...
She did not back down...
Suddenly, a series of earnest comments and assurances flashed through Lu Ping's mind.
"Ah Ping, your skills have deteriorated too much. You need to practice more before going on stage again."
“Ah Ping, your voice is not as good as my students’ right now. If you go on stage now, people will laugh at you. Practice some more. If you practice some more, I’ll invite you to be my partner.”
...
Her mind was in turmoil. She instinctively wanted to look at her husband, but she skillfully pinched her arm and forced herself to hold back, continuing to thank Tu Yao.
Tu Yao was really not good at these kinds of emotional scenes, and quickly looked to her for help.
Tu Chaoxi suppressed a laugh and casually helped her out of the awkward situation: "Where did you get your costume?"
Tu Yao quickly replied, "I borrowed it from my third aunt!"
Tu Chaoxi: ?
"Isn't Third Aunt a sorceress? How come she has costumes?"
Tu Yao: "Before becoming a shaman, my third aunt sang operas in the county. Later, she got old and no one invited her to sing operas anymore, so she switched to shamanism. The costumes are still usable."
Tu Chaoxi: ...
In a sense, it's not a waste.
After Tu Yao finished speaking, she glanced at the boy standing to the side.
Gu Jun looked conflicted, still clutching the bunch of flowers in his hand.
Tu Yao snorted and patted his head: "Hey, do you still think your mother sang badly now?!"
Gu Jun quickly covered the back of his head, and instinctively started to throw a tantrum again.
Tu Yao immediately warned, "If you roll around like that again, I'll make you carry a manure ladle! You're not allowed to put it down all day!"
Gu Jun: !!
A dung ladle!
He added, "Plucking flowers is also an option!"
Gu Jun was so frightened that he quickly threw away the flowers and turned to hide.
Even though he usually thought his mother was useless, he still hid behind Lu Ping when danger struck.
Lu Ping looked apologetic.
"I'm really sorry, it's my fault for not teaching my child well."
She knew that the child's temperament had been raised somewhat skewed.
It was also because of her that she had little hope for life, so she focused all her attention on her child, spoiling and caring for him too much, and gradually losing her sense of proportion.
In the end, the child also lost his senses, and she became even more confused.
Believing everything others say, engaging in self-doubt and self-denial...
Lu Ping composed herself, her grip on her arm tightening. Had she really made the wrong choice back then...?
Gu Jun raised his head and secretly glanced at Lu Ping several times.
He grew up listening to traditional opera, and through constant exposure, even someone with little sensitivity could discern good from bad.
Besides, the reactions of those around them cannot be faked.
He naturally understood; his mother seemed to really sing very well…
A mixture of pride and resentment welled up in his chest.
But you can't blame him!
He'd never heard his mother sing opera before, so why was Tu Xiaomao not allowed to roll around in the air, and why was he made to carry a manure ladle?
Moreover...
Gu Jun felt wronged, gripped Lu Ping's clothes tightly, and shouted, "It wasn't me who said that, it was Dad who said Mom sang badly!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the lively and excited conversation around him came to an abrupt halt.
Subconsciously, her gaze slowly shifted, landing on Gu Feihong, who had been neglected for who knows how long.
Gu Feihong immediately called out, "Gu Jun!"
Gu Jun shuddered again in fright and hid behind Lu Ping once more.
Lu Ping shielded the child and slowly lowered her eyes.
Seeing the suspicious looks in everyone's eyes, Gu Feihong still smiled gently, but he couldn't suppress the gloom that flashed between his brows.
"...I sometimes give my wife advice at home. If you only listen to half of what a child says, you've probably misunderstood it."
Tu Chaoxi scoffed, too lazy to listen to his sophistry, and pulled Tu Yao away first.
The staff looked at each other, too shocked to show it due to the live broadcast, but the viewers in the live broadcast room were utterly astonished.
【No, if you only heard half the story, then you told the other half too!】
[The more I think about it, the more something seems off. What's wrong with Gu Feihong? Not only does he not know what operas his wife has sung, but he also just stopped her from singing, constantly calling it a joke. Yet his wife sings better than him, and he still complains about her singing at home. What kind of madman is he?]
[Haven't you noticed that this son's attitude towards Ms. Lu isn't great either? And you call this a model couple and a harmonious family?]
[Can a professional comment? Or is it just my imagination? I feel Ms. Lu sang much better. What advice could Gu Feihong give her?]
The barrage of comments couldn't contain the confusion of the netizens.
As soon as the live stream ended, a wave of "archaeological exploration of Lu Ping" swept the internet.
Although thirty years have passed, it's not difficult to find footage from that time if you're willing to do so.
The audience of the past thirty years are now mostly middle-aged people with families. They don't go online often, but that doesn't mean they don't know how to use the internet.
After a day of piecing things together, netizens actually managed to dig up quite a few things.
Lu Ping started performing on stage with her parents at the age of seven, picked out big stories at seventeen, and was shortlisted for the Plum Blossom Award at nineteen. There was a time in the 1990s when tickets were hard to come by.
At that time, Gu Feihong was just a newcomer!
The following year, the two married. As a rising star in the music scene, Lu Ping gradually disappeared from the public eye, while at the same time, newcomer Gu Feihong began to emerge.
Therefore, their career paths overlapped, and Gu Feihong should not, and could not, have been unaware of Lu Ping's performances!
After digging this far, netizens finally sensed something was amiss...
Jiang Ye also sensed something was wrong.
Late at night, Jiang Ye looked at the trending topics, and a rare look of struggle appeared on his usually blank face.
#Tu Chaoxi, Lu Ping, and Jiang Ye reappear on stage#, the hashtag is firmly in sixth place.
This is the first time in nearly two years that he has trended on social media.
[Help! Before clicking, I was wondering how these three completely unrelated names got put together, but after reading it, I screamed!]
I know Tu Chaoxi, and Lu Ping's name sounds familiar too, but who is Jiang Ye?
[Check out @singerJiangYe, a newcomer I've been following for years, trust me! He's amazing!]
Looking at the surge in followers in the backend and the numerous business messages appearing in the partner email, Jiang Ye remained silent for a moment before dialing a number.
After the call connected, he briefly explained the current situation to the other end and asked, somewhat confused:
"Junior brother...should I go and thank him?"
There was a slight pause on the other end of the phone, and a few seconds later, a clear but slightly tired voice sounded.
"It's necessary. Even if he didn't mean it, the outcome is good for you. Go and say thank you."
Jiang Ye hummed in agreement.
Just as he was about to hang up, his junior colleague suddenly called him back.
"Don't hang up."
"...Go like this."
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