Fortunately, Pei Hanzhou had some conscience and did not ask her to make the trip in person. He brought the computer to the bed for her.
When Lin Luosang got the computer, he seemed to be hesitant to speak, and hissed softly in embarrassment.
The man raised his eyebrows: "What's the matter?"
“…You’re without your headphones,” she gestured, “like a warrior without his shield.”
Pei Hanzhou half leaned forward and took a moment, his eyes complex and difficult to discern in the dim light.
Just when she thought the man's patience was about to be exhausted, the unscrupulous capitalist seemed to be in a good mood today because he had eaten his fill. He rarely said anything and took the headphones for her.
"Is this all right?"
Although she still had something to say, she knew that everything should be done in moderation, so she nodded like a chick pecking at rice and licked her lips.
The man had a high emotional intelligence. Seeing her like this, he leaned on the bedside table and said, "It's okay, go ahead."
She felt it was a bit strange, as if when only the bedside lamp was turned on, this person would inexplicably become a little gentle.
She curled her toes slightly and said pitifully, "I want to drink some water."
Without warning, the man suddenly burst into laughter, his voice lingering, "Your throat really seems to be tired."
Lin Luosang: ...???
She felt deeply humiliated, and when the man reached the stairs, she could only shout at his back in anger: "Use my thermos, I want 35-degree warm water!"
The man came up ten minutes later. Although he took a long time, he completed his task successfully and put the purple thermos into her palm.
She unscrewed the lid, purely to show she still had some decency, and asked politely, "Aren't you going to drink it?"
The man accepted her kindness calmly: "I'm too lazy to wash the cup, drink yours."
“…” I really didn’t mean that.
Since the singer needs to protect her voice, there is always hot water in her thermos cup all year round. She habitually blows on it before drinking. The hot steam rises and forms a layer of mist on the tip of her delicate and upturned nose.
He actually seldom admired her, but her facial features were indeed beautiful, gorgeous but not aggressive, and occasionally quite cute.
Realizing that the man was watching him drink water again, and that his gaze seemed somewhat dangerous, Lin Luosang pursed the water from the corners of his lips and raised his hand: "Did you see my thermos cup?"
"Um?"
"If you try anything bad again, I'll hit you on the head with this," she glanced at the bottom of the cup. "304 stainless steel, it really hurts."
“…………”
When Lin Luosang woke up the next day, as usual, the side where her husband had lain was no longer warm. She didn't know how long ago the man had left.
I don't know why he has so much to do every day.
She struggled to get up and found that the force was a bit strong this time and her whole body was sore.
This unscrupulous capitalist really knows how to do business. This time it was just a little longer than last time, but he took back all the money with interest.
Putting a pillow behind her waist, she took out her phone and opened the chat room with Sheng Qianye, ready to accuse the bastard and get it out loud: [Next, Lin Luosang will perform a stand-up comedy for you.]
Sheng Qianye was very supportive: [Please.]
She thought for a moment, touched her water cup on the bedside table, and remembered that the last bit of water had been taken away by the man last night. Her anger instantly doubled, but she still shook it in despair.
As a result, when I picked up the cup, I found that the weight was not right. When I unscrewed it, I confirmed that it had been filled with warm water.
My God, can capitalists do such good post-care?
Although she knew that he might have just drunk water from her cup in the morning and filled her cup again after finishing it, it was indeed a happy thing for a person to be able to drink warm water when he woke up after sleeping for nine hours and was extremely dehydrated.
What's more, the family uses pure mountain spring water without any additives. In order to ensure freshness, a special person is responsible for going up the mountain to collect, filter and replace the water every week.
Her anger disappeared completely when she took the last sip, and her lips and teeth were filled with natural sweetness.
She put down the cup and sang with true emotion in the chat box she had just opened: [Pei Hanzhou is such a nice person.]
Sheng Qianye: [???]
Sheng Qianye: [I even prepared applause, and you gave me the "husband is a good guy" card? The next time you show off your affection in front of me, I will rush back a thousand miles to delete the several gigabytes of music arrangement on your hard drive. You bastard Lin Luosang, you have no heart.]
After Sheng Qianye's reminder, Lin Luosang remembered that he had to catch up with the progress. He picked up his computer and started composing and arranging music, and after finishing it, he had to write the lyrics.
It's strange. She agreed to make music last night, but she fell asleep out of exhaustion after holding the computer for just a few minutes. When she woke up, she found the computer was closed and placed under her pillow. I don't know if she turned it off herself, otherwise her neck would be stiff after sleeping with a hard computer as a pillow all night.
After staying in H City for two days, she quickly completed the entire song and dance, wrote the lyrics, and began looking for a choreographer.
The dances the company had previously assigned to them were too naive, like elementary school students doing radio gymnastics. Furthermore, this type of dance wasn't very mature in China, so she had to contact her brother Sheng Xingyu through Sheng Qianye. As a renowned international singing and dancing idol, Sheng Xingyu had a wealth of resources, and she quickly chose her favorite.
The choreographer this time was also very expensive, and since she wanted it in such a hurry, the price doubled again.
Her several stages in "Audio-Visual Feast" were not cheap. She brought her own piano for the first show, and the many props for the second show had already exceeded the budget, not to mention the third glass fish tank and the complicated transportation back and forth. The next one was even more ridiculously expensive.
Making good music costs money, and putting on a high-quality stage costs even more money. The cost of these stages has long exceeded the appearance fee the program gave her several times. If it weren't for Pei Hanzhou, the mobile ATM, providing strategic support behind the scenes, her beautiful stage dream would probably have been shattered without a trace.
But now she doesn't have to worry about expenses at all. She can be as perfect as she wants, without even considering the return on investment. Even Yue Hui messaged her, saying, "Other people participate in variety shows to make money, but you participate even when you're paying for it, and you're so happy about it. You're a breath of fresh air in the industry."
There's nothing I can do about it, she likes it.
The achievement and joy that completing a good performance or singing a good song brings her are incomparable to money.
Lin Luosang replied: [Look at the long term. Once you gain fame, your future will only become easier. It's better not to worry about the gains and losses of the moment.]
She wasn't saying this to comfort Yue Hui; it was truly her belief. Once she reached a certain level, many things would automatically come to her, not to mention how much her appearance fee would multiply. Now was a crucial period for laying the foundation; she couldn't focus on the small profits in front of her.
The profession of an artist is not about who can make money quickly, but about who can go further and longer.
After writing the second lyrical song, Lin Luosang went to City Y and began to learn dance.
Time is running out, learn it in one day.
The weather forecast said that the temperature in Y City would drop a bit recently. Considering that the clothes for dancing practice needed to be comfortable, she just found a T-shirt and pants to put on, then grabbed a coat, did not particularly care for her hair, just let it hang casually, and put on a pair of sunglasses.
All the comfort ends the moment you leave the airport.
She never expected that many fans were waiting for her at the exit, and there were also fans carrying SLR cameras to take pictures of her lovingly. Lin Luosang, who had been in the dark for three years, had not felt such love for a long time. She was stunned for three full seconds before she reacted.
She adjusted her expression and greeted them with a smile, reminding them to be careful. She said a little embarrassedly, "I didn't know everyone would come, so I didn't dress well today. I will match my clothes carefully next time."
Soon more and more people gathered, and if Yue Hui's car had not arrived in time, she might have been trapped at the airport.
"You don't have bodyguards? I thought you'd bring at least two." Yue Hui glanced at her. "Why is your makeup so casual? Aren't celebrities all about airport fashion these days?"
Lin Luosang gave a unified response to all of the above questions: "Isn't that what only popular artists do?"
He covered his head again and said, "I didn't think I was at that point."
"...Do you have any misunderstandings about yourself?" Yue Hui gestured for her to look at the crowd gathered behind the car, then showed her the top scores on the music charts. "I'd like the newly popular singer to face up to her own status!"
She shrugged. "I just don't think it'll be that fast."
Although several of her performances were quite popular and appeared on hot searches several times, she believed that the conversion from online traffic to offline fans would require a certain amount of time and accumulation of works. She did not expect that her popularity would increase visibly.
"Hurry up and adapt, otherwise you will be confused when you become a superstar."
As a result, after she finished practicing dancing that night, she took out her mobile phone in a sweat and found that she was on the hot search again.
This time, it wasn't just a single person trending, but a compilation of her and several other artists, titled #HowHumbleTheseCelebritiesAreTheseStyles#. The video opens with Ji Ning, known for her innocent, beautiful face, solemnly saying, "I'm considered average in my family." Then, top-tier celebrity Ji Shiyan admits in an interview, "I'm not some girl killer." Finally, the video ends with Lin Luosang apologetically saying, "I didn't dress carefully today."
She really just picked up clothes and bags at random, but she didn't expect that the comment section with 16,000 comments would already be full of sarcasm:
For those who didn't understand Lin Luosang's post, I don't blame you. I didn't either. A fashion editor friend explained: Lin Luosang's short-sleeved shirt and jacket are both from Gi, as are her dad shoes, and her pants are Valentino. Her bag is a new Prada model, her earrings and necklace are from Dior, and her suitcase is from Louis Vuitton. So this is what beautiful women mean by casual dressing. With a stunning figure and a $200,000 wardrobe, please, God, give me the right to be casual too.
"Isn't this considered not wearing it properly? Next time, am I going to carry the entire Prada store on my back? I'm so jealous I'm contorting my face."
[Rich people don't dress well: 200,000 yuan. Mine don't dress well: 9.9 yuan on Taobao with free shipping.]
Someone else succinctly summarized it below: [Lin Luosang is casually paired, Ji Shiyan is averagely popular, and Ji Ning is just average.]
She didn't expect that everyone could make such a joke out of it, so she just laughed it off and continued to practice her dance.
The fourth show recording came during the mechanized practice.
Lin Luosang had a bad feeling that day, but he couldn't tell exactly what was wrong.
Before the recording session began, all departments were busy preparing. Lin Luosang was also there to warm up her voice. Suddenly, someone patted her on the back. It was Yue Hui. "Hey, is your husband's company here too?"
"It seems... right," she tried to recall. "What happened?"
"I just realized I forgot to give someone a front-row ticket to the audience area. Do you want to invite him?"
She shook her head: "Why ask him for anything? He's not interested in these things."
"Please, please. Think about it, every guest has a ticket provided by the production team. If they have foreign players but we don't, won't our momentum be weakened?"
Lin Luosang was wondering whether she needed to revise her lyrics. Yue Hui's incessant chatter kept interrupting her train of thought. In order to get her agent to shut up, she quickly took the ticket, took a photo, and sent it to Pei Hanzhou's... secretary.
Only then did she remember that she still only had his secretary's WeChat ID. This rubbish man must have married her just to please her great-grandmother and have a free and unrestrained relationship. At one point, Lin Luosang felt that her behavior of licking the past was very much like a dog, but it would be inappropriate to withdraw. To save her dignity, she added: "Come if you want."
After posting it, she felt more confident. Satisfied, she put down her phone and looked at Yue Hui: "Is this okay?"
Yue Hui just stared at a certain display screen without blinking, then said, "I think I have some misunderstandings about your popularity..."
The lower right corner of the screen shows the audience seats, which are divided into the public judges and fan areas. The judges are eligible to vote and need to be screened; while the fans are just there to enjoy the stage and can enter by purchasing tickets.
In the past, the fan area was always crowded with passers-by, and occasionally some fans of male singers would hold up light boards. But at this moment, the lights in the venue went out, and many people in the audience area raised their flashlights. The dazzling purple light spread into a sea, almost lighting up half of the stage.
Taro purple is Lin Luosang's support color.
She was also distracted for a moment.
Although those days of silence are not long in the scale of life, they are three precious years for the singer.
She almost forgot that the purple sea, which existed because of her, was so neat and sincere when it was waved.
She hadn't seen such a beautiful purple sea for three years.
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