After a sudden kiss, the man calmly returned to his original position, opened the magazine as usual, and began to flip through it with his slender fingers.
His expression was so comfortable, his movements so nonchalant, as if the person who had just stopped being human was not him at all.
Lin Luosang, who was ready to "make a fuss", didn't know how to start talking when he saw the man's casual look.
In this kind of scene and atmosphere, it seemed that no matter what she said, she would seem to be overthinking. After she finished questioning him word by word, this unscrupulous capitalist might use the sentence "You've already done it, so what's wrong with a kiss", which would make her lose her ability to speak instantly.
Okay, fine, let it be her bad luck, just consider it as paying tax for the VIP room!
In order to avoid going bankrupt due to paying taxes if he stayed any longer, Lin Luosang cut his losses in time, picked up his computer and rushed out of the room.
The man behind her raised his eyebrows without any emotion.
Lin Luosang walked out of Xuan Ya Pavilion, ready to cool down in the breeze outside.
As soon as I walked under the tree, I thought of a very serious problem -
Wait, that seemed to be her first kiss?
She recalled it carefully and it was definitely her first kiss.
Counting the days, she and this unscrupulous capitalist had had sex three times so far. Although there was some foreplay every time, the foreplay had never risen to the level of kissing. Outside the bedroom, their intimate contact was even rarer.
She had always felt that men's mysophobia was much more serious than she had imagined. Who knew that last time he drank her lemonade, this time...
Although kissing is nothing compared to that kind of thing, she has always felt that men are animals who think with instinct, and kissing is excluded from instinct, like... something that only lovers would do.
She rubbed her hair hard in confusion, and subconsciously opened her phone and scrolled through it randomly, but actually couldn't concentrate on anything.
It wasn't until Sheng Qianye was chatting animatedly with Ji Ning in the group that she vaguely clicked in to take a look.
Sheng Qianye: [I saw the program list today. Is Ningning's "First Kiss Diary" about to start filming?]
Ji Ning sent a nodding emoticon.
"First Kiss Diary" is a dating variety show that recently confirmed three pairs of guests, but unfortunately they are unaware of each other.
Lin Luosang felt that Sheng Qianye was indeed her good sister, and the word "first kiss" was like ruthlessly ruthlessly rubbing salt into her wounds.
Her anger towards the unscrupulous capitalists shifted here. She long-pressed the profile picture and tagged Ji Ning himself, then typed in a tattling voice, "Stop taking the photo, let me take it."
Ji Ning: [?]
After about a few minutes, Sheng Qianye seemed to have realized something and sent a long message.
Ji Ning: [What happened to Sangsang?]
Sheng Qianye: [You still can't guess this? Someone must have just taken away her first kiss.]
After learning the truth, even the usually angelic Ji Ning grew devil horns: [Hahaha, so that's how it is.]
Lin Luosang bit her lip: [What are you laughing at? Do you think you don’t have to film kissing scenes?]
[I don't do kissing scenes.] Ji Ning said seriously.
[When you film the kissing scene, I'll send you a screenshot. You transfer 5 million to me.]
Then, the topic turned to "The wife of the richest man is good at making money, is it the loss of conscience or the decline of morality?"
After following their tossing and turning, Lin Luosang calmed down. It was just a kiss, so no matter what Pei Hanzhou thought, it had nothing to do with her.
At this time, there was still half an hour left before the meeting with the program director. Lin Luosang got in the car and wrote some music before arriving on time.
This small meeting consisted of only her, Yue Hui and the director. She actually thought it was a meeting for the guests, but looking at the situation, it seemed to be specially prepared for her.
The premonition in my heart was finally confirmed when the director advanced the theme.
After about ten minutes of nonsense and preparation, the director finally got to the point: "Well... Sangsang is indeed quite outstanding. Both the producers and planners have been praising you to me. The staff have also given you numerous praises, and the audience feedback is also..."
Lin Luosang didn't like beating around the bush: "Just say what you want to say."
"You know about the capital situation. You're so prominent that it's really difficult for us to handle it. The next recording is not far away. What we are discussing is that you can restrain yourself a little. I will definitely not forget you if there is any good program next time. Don't worry."
…
After returning to the car, Lin Luosang and Yue Hui looked at each other in silence.
What else could the director mean? He meant that you, the runner-up with the script, should just give up and stop stealing the limelight from the artists you want to promote. It doesn't matter if you are eliminated from this show, they will still remember you in the next one.
As for whether or not you will remember it, that is another matter.
Yue Hui: "...What do you think?"
"What else can I think? This isn't a math problem. Can I just leave it blank?" Lin Luosang sighed. "Making songs is all about feeling. Can I really make my songs sound bad?"
Besides, every song has her name on it, and she won’t ruin her reputation.
"The production team may have realized that their pressure on you was useless, so they came to discuss it with you." Yue Hui said, "But don't take it too seriously. Just do what you have to do. Is it your fault that you are talented and beautiful?"
After thinking for a while, Yue Hui said, "But, if you really don't plan to look for Pei..."
"Hey, why are we talking about this again?" Lin Luosang refused again, "It's my own business, I don't want to ask anyone for help."
She deserved what she deserved, and she wouldn't force it. After all, everyone's opportunities were different. She also didn't like asking for favors on matters of principle, though she could accept small things like moving the fish tank.
"That's right. After all, you're not so useless that you need to rely on your husband for resources," Yue Hui raised his hands in surrender. "I know I was wrong. I won't ask you again."
"Let's talk about some serious work. I've just written a demo. Would you like to listen to it?" Lin Luosang clicked play, and an arrangement slowly flowed out.
Yue Hui listened carefully several times before nodding: "I think it's quite nice. You've improved a lot compared to before. Whether it's the control of tempo or the flow of the music, it's very smooth."
"That's good."
"But... I guess the directors think you can write such a good song because you work really hard, so they want you to take it easy a little bit."
"You're overthinking it. That was just my normal performance," Lin Luosang relaxed his muscles. "It's not time for me to perform beyond my normal level yet."
“…”
You are not modest at all.
Yue Hui: "Okay, then I'm looking forward to when Musician Lin performs exceptionally well."
After returning, Lin Luosang once again immersed himself in the world of songwriting.
The requirement for the next episode was to submit two songs. Lin Luosang didn’t know if everyone else was required to do so, or if she was the only one who needed to prepare two songs. In any case, when she received the news, she didn’t have a good feeling.
Fortunately, she usually accumulates a lot of melodies she wrote before in her computer, and she can occasionally find suitable inspiration from them.
She is a person with a strong sense of crisis. Even before participating in the show, she kept the habit of writing songs and arranging music on a regular basis, for fear that her professional skills would become rusty.
Lin Luosang sat in the study and pondered for a while. It seemed that he had not sung any songs that were too shocking in the "Audio-Visual Feast". The stage performances seemed to be more restrained and mainly focused on beauty.
How about singing and dancing this time and writing a faster and more exciting song?
It's not like she doesn't know how to do it.
After deciding on the direction, she quickly set to work. This time, the task was daunting. Not only did she have to produce two original songs, but she also had to practice dancing, something that wasn't readily available. Finding a suitable choreographer was also a challenge, as was finding a dancer.
Thinking about it this way, she realized that the time was really not enough. She felt nervous instantly. In addition, she felt that the program crew was going to use a big move on her as a runner-up, and she might be eliminated if she was not careful. She patted her cheeks and cheered up.
Lin Luosang wrote intently for several hours, and his shoulders and neck felt a little sore, so he stood up to stretch his legs and wash his face.
When she opened the bathroom drawer, she found that she had a new face mask that she hadn't used yet. It was a new model that Ji Ning had given her. He said that although it was not very functional, it was still quite fun.
Remembering that she hadn't used a cleansing mask for a few days, and she had never tried a sheet cleansing mask, she took it apart and stuck the front and back sides together according to the instructions. Sure enough, bubbles appeared on the black mask after a while, indicating that it was cleansing her skin.
This sheet-like mask probably doesn't have the same cleansing and adsorption capabilities as a mud mask, so she just used it for fun and stretched in the living room with the mask on.
As soon as I bent down, the door lock rang.
Then, Pei Hanzhou, looking exhausted, appeared at the entrance.
The two looked at each other for a few seconds.
The man looked at her dark, bubbling face and hesitated for a moment: "...Food poisoning?"
Lin Luosang opened his lips: "..."
She was speechless. Could she just kick this straight guy out of the house?
Lin Luosang lifted half of his black mask, revealing the fair, delicate lower half of his face. He fought back without a shred of amusement, "If there's any food that can cause poisoning, I'll definitely give it to you first."
Realizing she was just messing around, the man then turned sideways to change his shoes and asked in a deep voice, "Are your women's beauty routines so terrible?"
Is this scary? Lin Luosang has no doubt that men will doubt their lives after seeing her exaggerated beauty devices.
"It's just normal. Did this scare Mr. Pei?" She teased as she peeled off her mask. "Is it okay to ruin your mood?"
She was just making a casual comment, but she didn't expect the man to just say "hmm" and reply, "Don't worry, it's not damaged."
Of course, it took several hours to figure out why my mood hadn't been ruined.
At this moment, Lin Luosang was completely unaware of the coming snowstorm. He was still in a happy mood because he had written a melody. He hummed a tune and took small steps as he continued to go to the study to bask in the moonlight and create.
The arrangement was almost complete, and she leaned back in her chair to stretch and relax, but unexpectedly saw a familiar figure in the reflection of the window.
Lin Luosang looked at the door of the study. The man was holding up a cup and sipping, and took two steps towards her.
He seemed quite relaxed, having showered and blow-dried his hair. He exuded a pleasant cypress scent.
But she was already overwhelmed by the sense of accomplishment. Now, whenever she saw someone, she wanted him to listen to her song. She quickly beckoned him to come closer: "Come here and help me listen to which one is better, 1, 2, or 3?"
Pei Hanzhou put the cup on the table and listened to the three pieces of music one by one before saying concisely, "All good."
Lin Luosang bit his lip and remained silent for a long time: "I understand, you mean that neither is good."
If there is one that is obviously better-sounding, he will definitely choose it instantly. If he cannot choose a representative, it means that he has not done something that will impress people.
The man frowned, not quite understanding her logic.
Soon, Lin Luosang thought of a new way to make changes. After some operations, she felt that the song was much better, and the man just looked at her quietly beside her.
"Are my songs good? Why haven't you left yet?" She was about to ask when she noticed the man's cup was filled with coffee. She asked even more curiously, "Why are you drinking coffee so late at night? Don't you want to sleep?"
"I do." He responded to her last question.
Then the development of the matter went beyond the scope of Lin Luosang's inquiry.
Several hours later, Lin Luosang, who was covered in the quilt, only showed his little head, breathing weakly and with wet eyes. He finally understood the wonderful use of coffee for unscrupulous capitalists to exploit others.
Although she was really tired, with her hair wet with sweat and sticking to her cheeks, and her breathing still not calmed down, she was still strong. She stretched out her slender and smooth arms from under the quilt and tried to get up with a strong will.
The man's voice was hoarse from a full meal, and he asked in a low voice, "What are you doing?"
She squirmed and turned over, her voice slightly hoarse, and she squeezed out a few words from her throat with an unsteady breath -
“Make…make music.”
“…”
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