There was no light in the car, and Pei Hanzhou's profile was covered in shadow, making his expression and gaze unclear.
Lin Luosang glanced at him, then realized what was happening and turned back to look at the entrance of the alley.
Sure enough, Duan Qing left only after the car started.
"Not too competent..."
Lin Luosang turned her head back, leaned back in her chair comfortably, and said slowly: "But it seems to be better than my husband."
Pei Hanzhou, who was inexplicably implied:?
The man turned another page on his kindle, frowned, and whispered, "What's wrong with me?"
She avoided answering and only asked indirectly, "How come you have the leisure and elegance to come pick me up today?"
Pei Hanzhou's voice was slightly unhappy: "Are you not happy to come pick you up?"
"Don't think I don't know what you're up to," Lin Luosang glared at him, his hands clenched into fists. "I'm warning you, I have work tomorrow afternoon. If you dare to keep me up until six in the morning again, I'll shave you bald while you sleep."
When the man looked up, he met the driver's panicked eyes in the mirror. The driver, Xiao He, seemed to have heard something extraordinary and accurately captured the key words "six o'clock in the morning" and "again". He hurriedly took out his wireless headphones from the drawer to plug his ears, and because he was too anxious, he accidentally pressed the horn button.
A melodious and loud "beep" sound echoed happily on the road.
Pei Hanzhou: “…”
However, Lin Luosang was still worried, and he added defensively, "Bald men look ugly, you should know that, right?"
…
After returning, Lin Luosang tried his best to be optimistic and think positively.
For example, at least this man has made progress. He used to just call her to ask if she was at home, but now he will come to pick her up on his own initiative.
...Although it is very likely just a side trip, or to create conditions for oneself.
Forget it, just think of it as a way to sleep better after sweating.
She took more than half an hour to take a shower. Maybe she was crazy, but she even exfoliated herself and applied body lotion. After a set of body care, the skin in the mirror was as smooth as a peeled boiled egg.
After finishing her work, she walked out of the bathroom. The man raised his eyes and glanced at her, then closed the book he was reading, put his things on the bedside table, and cleared away all the electronic devices on the bed. It was obvious that he was preparing for something.
Lin Luosang just glared at him with his hands behind his back, and I knew what he meant from the look on his face.
"I hadn't planned to do that," the man said solemnly, "but since you said so, it would seem disrespectful if I didn't put it into practice."
? I beg you to disrespect me.
Lin Luosang thought about how he had just opened the bedside table while he was taking a shower, and found that the small umbrella that was almost used up had been filled up again as a precaution.
What do you mean by not having that idea? This man had clearly been planning this for a long time. Thinking of this, she let out a "huh" with a knowing look, as if responding to his tone in the car at that time.
The man narrowed his eyes dangerously at the questioning syllable: "What are you laughing at?"
Then she paid the price for her ignorant "Ha".
It’s still a very tragic... price.
It was so tragic that the next day, the first thing Yue Hui asked her when he saw her was, "It's so hot today, why are you wearing a turtleneck sweater?"
"I'm sick. Wearing a turtleneck sweater... is good for your health."
Lin Luosang pulled his high collar awkwardly to cover the mottled marks on his neck.
Bastard Pei Hanzhou, I will kill you.
After stabbing Pei Hanzhou into pieces in his heart every day, Lin Luosang continued to devote himself to more important careers and began to wander in the world of music wholeheartedly.
In fact, this is also a big challenge for her. Duan Qing is good at folk songs, but the emotions of folk songs are often a bit bland, the lyrics and music tend to be literary, and not explosive enough. If used in a competition, it is inevitable that it will suffer some disadvantages, and if used as a stage, it is not very watchable.
So this time she chose to let Duan Qing write the music first, and then the two of them would polish and revise it together.
She wrote the lyrics for the song, which is titled "No Man's Land". It is her small reflection and summary of the past few years, looking back on the road she has traveled.
That week, the composition room and practice room became her second home. She spent all day and night there, and revised the song seven times. Duan Qing was almost driven crazy by her.
Fortunately, the competition day finally arrived as scheduled, otherwise, given her personality, there would always be room for modification of the song until the last second before the performance.
The stage setting this time was also very simple, with a band behind her and some simple dry ice to create the atmosphere. She wanted to use a minimalist way to convey complex emotions and power.
After the last rehearsal, she stared at the screen thoughtfully. After a while, she decided, "Since Duan Qing is standing here singing with a folk guitar, I'll sit down. It will create a contrast between movement and stillness."
Duan Qing: "Will that be inconvenient for you to sing? After all, there are quite a few high notes."
"You underestimate her basic skills—" her manager Yue Hui responded, "Sitting won't affect her. Besides, sitting down doesn't mean she can't stand up. She can get off the chair when she needs to exert herself."
After saying that, Yue Hui went to prepare the chairs, while Lin Luosang was still communicating with the stage design teacher about the lighting.
The show starts on time at 8 o'clock in the evening.
This time, the order was determined by drawing lots, and she was lucky enough to be drawn near the back. After waiting for a few performances, Lin Luosang took the stage, her skirt held high.
The song began with a pipa solo, and someone in the livestream quickly noticed: "Her debut song, 'Distant Branches,' also follows this format, right? Just comparing the arrangement, it's definitely improved a lot."
The comment is not wrong.
This song, "No Man's Land," carries her thoughts and stories from the past three years, and is her first attempt at self-analysis on stage. So she chose a song that echoes her first self, a tribute to her three years of persistence.
Her voice was ethereal and clear, lingering on the beams, as if it were truly echoing in the deserted place:
Suddenly, was it the wind or the glimmer of light/I couldn't find my way in the maze
In this deserted place, who can share your true feelings with you?
Endless Emptiness/Hope or Despair
Jiang Mei in the waiting room glanced at the screen, then at the expressions of the audience in the broadcasting area, then smiled and shook her head: "Just okay."
It seems that without a gorgeous stage, Lin Luosang's performance is just like this, and he can't even make the audience change their expressions to show interest.
The dry ice on the stage slowly rose. After Duan Qing finished singing, Lin Luosang was trapped in a fog of emptiness. He held the microphone and spoke.
You've had faith/your dreams have been shattered
Reality breaks your stubbornness/demands you to compromise/break your wings
You grit your teeth/still singing
She closed her eyes and thought about the three years of obscurity.
The three years between her meteoric rise to fame and then her fading popularity might have been a passing joke for the public, a joke for the media, but for her, they were three years filled with choices and temptations, three years filled with doubt and confusion. She fell from grace and into the mire of reality, with countless people urging her to change careers, saying that acting and variety shows were more lucrative and endearing.
Countless so-called people who have experienced this patted her on the shoulder and said that they were just like her in the past, but in the end they succumbed to fame and fortune and became the kind of people she hated the most in line with the times.
They said that the music industry was changing too fast, she had missed her golden age and would never rise again.
Countless people also asked her, you have such good looks, even if you don’t have acting skills, you can make tens of millions a year by acting in idol dramas, why do you want to stick to music that doesn’t make money?
Why?
She suddenly opened her eyes.
Because...love.
If someone must not be smoothed over by reality, if someone must not compromise, if someone must stubbornly stick to where they wanted to be from the beginning—
That must be her.
The arrangement progresses layer by layer with bursting momentum, and the band's drum beats become stronger and stronger, just like the haze has dissipated and the moon is revealed through the fog, everything becomes bright and broad again, and the world is vast.
To praise something by first suppressing it is a time-tested method. After being suppressed, the audience in the stage heard such a moving rhythm, and they became restless and stood up to follow the beat and cheer.
Infected by everyone's enthusiastic atmosphere, a flame in Lin Luosang's heart burned brighter and brighter, and when she sang to the climax, she stood up from her chair - at that moment, the lights, which had not changed at all, suddenly dimmed, and she was like a luminous body, forcefully stealing all the attention, standing dazzlingly in the center of the stage.
It turns out that there really is a kind of person who is destined to stand on a stage surrounded by thousands of people, allowing everyone to admire her starlight.
As if she had caught a glimpse of herself amidst the chaos, her doubts turned into definite affirmations. She tapped the notes with her fingertips and sang loudly:
Who has faith
Full of glory
Piecing together scattered desires
Breaking through the barriers of reality
At this point, all the accompaniment stopped, and the stage returned to silence. Lin Luosang looked towards the camera, and everyone heard her continue singing -
The desire to be yourself/The end is heaven
The desire to be yourself.
The sound of the guitar gushes out wildly and majestically, reaching its climax and then slowly weakening and ending.
The stage is over.
Lin Luosang put down the microphone and was unable to recover for a long time. The audience also stopped for a full ten seconds before responding to her with a scream that pierced the sky.
She raised the microphone and wanted to say something, but something stuck in her throat. After a long pause, she bowed and said softly, "Thank you everyone."
Thank you for being willing to listen to me sing.
In the lounge, Jiang Mei, who had been prepared to watch the joke, hadn't anticipated the sudden turn of events. She was still dazed when she saw Lin Luosang's vote count increase during the live voting: "What's going on? How did it suddenly increase so much?!"
"It seems..." the assistant whispered, "the atmosphere at the back seems quite good."
Jiang Mei was watching with amusement, preparing to peel an apple for a treat, but as soon as she lowered her head, the situation suddenly changed. She was so annoyed that she couldn't even eat, and threw the knife aside. The apple, still with its skin hanging on, was thrown to the ground, where it rolled several times in the dust.
The young assistant bent down to pick it up as if nothing had happened and threw the dirty apple into the trash can.
Low air pressure in a room.
The live broadcast room was extremely lively. For the first time, the comments were so numerous that they covered the faces of the guests. The backend server was almost overwhelmed by the comments and new comments could not be entered:
This song gave me goosebumps. I'm not a fan, but I felt like I could relate to the journey she's taken over the past few years. It's hard to imagine such a beautiful and talented person being buried for so long... How tormented must she be.
I don't know who said this, but a good singer can convey emotion directly. Anyway, as soon as she opened her mouth in the second verse, tears immediately fell from my eyes. It's been really hard for her. I heard that when the group was struggling, many directors offered her high salaries to act in movies, but she turned them all down. She resisted the temptation and kept working hard on her music, and her progress is truly visible.
【Best of the Show! Sister is the best!】
Even the depressing part at the beginning is filled with her unique tenacity and clarity. In today's world where mourning culture is sweeping the world, it is truly rare to hear such a healing and hopeful voice. I hope she can win the championship.
At the last moment when the camera froze, the tear stains at the corners of her eyes were vaguely captured. Although they were only a tiny amount that would be overlooked if one was not careful, they were more touching than big tears, as if she was only moved by herself and would never be defeated by reality.
A message marked in red due to too many likes appeared in everyone's sight——
If shedding tears is a required course for beauty, then Lin Luosang would definitely get full marks.
The stage here ended successfully and entered the busy voting session, and the Zaizhou headquarters in the same city also fell into a brief jubilation.
"Amazing! My goddess is amazing! She can sing such a boring song so touchingly. Sister is the number one artist!!"
The commotion on the sixteenth floor vaguely reached the ears of the man in the elevator. Pei Hanzhou raised his eyes and asked, "What's that commotion outside?"
The secretary replied, "I'll go and show it to you later."
When the elevator reached the top floor, Pei Hanzhou went straight into the president's office. Unexpectedly, Luo Xun was still sitting on the sofa playing with his phone.
And around Luo Xun was a pile of gaudy garbage.
The man with mysophobia frowned: "What are you crazy about?"
"Christmas gifts, okay?" Luo Xun stood up. "Although it's still a few months away, for pick-up artists like us, gifts and surprises need to be prepared in advance. The more time we have, the more thorough the preparations, and the easier it is to impress girls."
"You're a straight guy who can't even fall in love, what do you know?"
“…”
Luo Xun dusted his Christmas tree and said, "I'm going to hang all these ribbons myself, blow up the balloons myself, and put a limited edition Christmas lipstick in each small box. I'll give them to Xianxian."
"Damn, I'm a genius."
Luo Xun was completely intoxicated by his own grand plan. He put on a Santa hat and a cape, and turned in front of Pei Hanzhou. "Well, I am Xianxian's best gift."
"The green-haired monster's outfit really suits you," the picky man nodded, looking at him, "especially this hat."
“…”
Luo Xun glanced upwards and realized that wearing this green thing on his head did not seem very auspicious, but he could not indirectly admit that he was an idiot, so he had to say "You know shit" and continued to wear it.
Then, Luo Xun suddenly became excited due to something he saw on Weibo, even feeling a sense of revenge. He glanced at Pei Hanzhou, turned over quickly, and turned on the projector in the office.
Immediately afterwards, Pei Hanzhou, who was still correcting documents, passively watched Lin Luosang's performance tonight.
A stage for two people.
The man stared at the screen in silence until Lin Luosang and Duan Qing bowed and left the stage. Only then did Luo Xun proudly put his arm around his shoulder: "Tsk tsk tsk."
Pei Hanzhou glanced sideways: "What?"
"Nothing."
Luo Xun slowly took off his Christmas green hat and placed it on President Pei's head.
"I just think you're more suitable for this tonight than me, brother."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
