In fact, from the first time he heard Lin Luosang sing a slow song, the man felt that her voice was somewhat familiar.
It is a very subtle sense of familiarity, as if I have heard it somewhere before, but also as if I haven't. If I look carefully, it feels a bit strange.
But then he remembered that she had a few hit songs in her early years, and he must have heard them played on some occasion, so he had some impression of them, but it wasn't too strong. All in all, it wasn't a big deal, so he didn't need to take it to heart.
Just occasionally listening to her singing beside me, her soft humming makes people feel healed for some reason, and their mood becomes much more open.
Seeing that they were about to enter the garage and her song seemed to be a while away from ending, the man turned off the engine and stopped the car, listening to her singing attentively.
Lin Luosang had never encountered such an operation before. Facing the pitch-black night, he pondered for a few seconds before remembering to reply.
“But that’s another price.”
The man frowned:?
"Do you know what my current price is for a commercial performance?" She turned her head seriously, made a three with the hand gesture, and pointed at his seat. "Even if you buy a ticket in the first row, you can't sit this close. And you still want me to sing for five minutes, which is like a personal performance. So..."
As she spoke, she was brainstorming what nonsense to say next, but unexpectedly she saw the man lean sideways and pull something open.
Do I really have to give her money?
Lin Luosang paused and decided that if he really took out money to humiliate her, she would kick him.
Then she saw Pei Hanzhou took out a lychee-flavored lollipop with a calm expression, tore open the candy wrapper and put it in his mouth in one go, not paying any attention to her nonsense at all. It was like he had found a snack and continued to watch her performance, perfectly simulating her state of holding popcorn while watching TV series in the past.
I don't know why, but I want to kick him even more.
"You're still enjoying your lollipop?" Lin Luosang protested. "What do you mean? If I don't sing, you won't drive, right?"
The man bit the stick and replied in a deep voice, looking very annoying: "Yeah."
Lin Luosang, whose life was being held in a rage, was very unhappy: "Do you think I won't drive the car back?"
After a few seconds of stern confrontation, her tense back relaxed a little, and she touched her nose and said, "Okay, I really can't."
Pei Hanzhou: “…”
"You have the time to chat with me, but you've already sung all ten songs."
She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling as if she was brewing emotions. Just when the man thought she was about to get to the point, Lin Luosang spoke: "Do you know Nightingale?"
"What?" The man raised his eyes coldly.
"Isn't there a story about a nightingale that sings mainly at night? There was an insomniac who loved to hear its song, so he locked it up in the garden and made it sing for him every day. The nightingale sang until its voice was hoarse, and then, feeling it had lost its freedom, it committed suicide," she told the story coherently. "Don't you think I'm a lot like that now?"
The man frowned without any emotion. "Did I imprison you?"
“…”
"Your voice is hoarse?"
She coughed lightly, feeling a little suppressed in her momentum, and tried to regain her composure: "Maybe not now..."
Before Lin Luosang could finish his words, the man calmly crushed the lollipop in his mouth, loosened his tie, and responded casually: "Yeah, it will be there soon."
Lin Luosang: ...?
Then she knew why there was no driver or assistant on this bus, only the two of them.
This evil capitalist really has a purpose for everything he does, even driving has a hidden meaning.
When she was carried out of the car sideways with a coat covering her, she tried hard to open her eyes which were almost glued shut due to sleepiness, and found that a hint of dawn had appeared in the sky.
It was also at this moment that she realized the difference between herself and the nightingale in the story.
Nightingales need no eloquence in the early hours of the morning.
——But she wants to :)
Lin Luosang licked the corner of his lips exhausted.
Surprisingly, she seemed to taste the faint flavor of lychee lollipop.
The next morning, she and Pei Hanzhou prepared to go to the hospital to see their great-grandmother again, and then they parted ways and went to work.
She was so sleepy in the car that she yawned repeatedly, her head leaning against the window in a daze, with tear stains on each of her distinct eyelashes.
"Go get some sleep," the man said kindly. "I'll call you when we get there."
Lin Luosang gritted his teeth and looked at the instigator: "No, thank you."
Having said that, she finally couldn't resist and fell asleep with the pillow under her. Twenty minutes later, she was woken up from her sleep in a daze. Before her mind could regain clarity, she was taken to the hospital.
Even after she finished watching her great-grandmother come out, her reflexes were still spinning around the world. She was in a daze and her thoughts were a little disconnected.
When I looked up, I saw a girl coming out from the corner. The girl had a low pigtail that fell on her shoulders, a pink plaid pendant hanging from the bow hairband, flat shoes, and a doll in her arms.
She stared at Pei Hanzhou's direction, her eyes brightening, and after a long while, she smiled: "Brother Hanzhou!"
Lin Luosang's sleepiness was mostly driven away by the affectionate call of "Brother Hanzhou" and he raised his sleepy eyelids.
"It's been a long time, I'm finally seeing you again." The girl gradually approached, her voice filled with an indescribable softness and intimacy. "Are you very busy at work? You rarely come here."
Pei Hanzhou didn't answer her question. He turned his head and introduced Lin Luosang: "Wei Yao, the daughter of my great-grandmother's attending physician."
"Ah," Lin Luosang looked at Wei Yao and smiled, "Hello."
Wei Yao's gaze then turned to Lin Luosang with sudden realization, not knowing whether he really didn't notice her just now or was deliberately ignoring her.
"Hello, may I ask who you are?"
Lin Luosang opened his mouth to speak, but Pei Hanzhou interrupted him: "My wife."
"I see," the girl lowered her eyes, a moment of emptiness and loss that was hard to conceal, but she blinked and hid her emotions behind her eyes, smiling and said, "So it's my sister-in-law."
"Just to formally greet you again, good morning, sister-in-law," Wei Yao winked at Lin Luosang. "Brother Hanzhou and I have known each other for almost ten years. If you want to know some of his secrets or living habits, you can ask me. I have his dark history here too; it's on my cabinet."
The girl looked docile and harmless, but every word she said seemed to imply a close relationship between her and Pei Hanzhou, and it also seemed like she was declaring her sovereignty.
Lin Luosang suspected that creative people like him were too sensitive, so he shook his head and shook off the strange feeling.
When she was hesitating about how to respond, Pei Hanzhou next to her spoke again.
"We've known each other for ten years but haven't met many times. You've only heard about your so-called habits and dark history from the elders," the man paused. "If my wife wants to know more, she can ask me directly without going through you."
Lin Luosang raised the corner of his eyebrows. For the first time, he felt that this man with high emotional intelligence spoke at the right time and saved the situation in a timely manner.
What the couple can do behind closed doors really does not require outsiders to interfere, whether sincerely or pretendingly.
The girl, however, seemed to take it lightly. She shook her shoulders lightly and said angrily, "I know. You really are...still so cold and indifferent after all these years."
"By the way, are you free later?" Wei Yao asked.
Pei Hanzhou: "No time."
Wei Yao seemed accustomed to being rejected, and continued unfazed, "My dad said he wants to talk to you about grandma's situation. I'm sure you can come. I'll send you the address."
It looked like this conversation would take some time to conclude, but Lin Luosang was running out of time. She glanced at her watch and decided to interrupt them temporarily. She tugged at Pei Hanzhou's sleeve and said, "I have work to do, so I'll be leaving first. You guys continue chatting."
"Sister-in-law, are you still going to work?" Wei Yao turned her eyes away, as if realizing her tone was a bit abrupt, and said embarrassedly, "Nothing, it's just that work seems too far away from me. I'm curious about the adult world."
Lin Luosang tilted his head, repeated the words on his tongue, and suddenly felt like laughing. However, he was too busy to respond, and ended up calling Yue Hui and leaving quickly.
Today she has to attend a meeting regarding the next episode, which involves the song theme and stage style, and she has no time to delay any further.
…
For the old man's sake, Pei Hanzhou finally went to the Wei family.
Faced with his daughter's question about the "illness", Wei Yan was stunned for a moment without knowing the truth. Then he received Wei Yao's signal and quickly told her about the old man's condition.
It goes without saying that Wei Yao is using his father as a pretext to scare people. Wei Yan actually has no plans to talk to him at all. It's all Wei Yao's own selfish motive.
Pei Hanzhou frowned, disgust barely concealed in his eyes, and he strode away after closing the door.
Wei Yao held onto the stairs as she tried to catch up with him, saying something hurriedly, "Why are you walking so fast? I know it was wrong of me to lie to you, but I really missed you so much." She was almost crying as she spoke, "We haven't seen each other in almost two years. Haven't you thought about me at all?"
The man didn't respond at all, leaving her with a cold and distant back.
She remembered the first time she'd met him. She was only ten then, her peers childish and bored, rolling around on the ground, their clothes stained. She was crouching under a sycamore tree doing homework when she looked up to see her brother emerging from the hospital building. He was neatly dressed, clean, and tall. Even his frown was so captivating that even paintings wouldn't dare exaggerate his beauty. She even dared to whisper her breathing and heartbeat, afraid of disturbing anyone.
She didn't know at that time that this was heart-throb, but the air seemed to stagnate for a moment. She dropped her pen and, ignoring the call of a boy of the same age behind her, ran towards him according to her heart, her floral skirt swaying in the wind.
But he got in the car quickly, and the moment the door closed, she shouted "Brother" with all her might, trying to get him to turn around and see her. But the people in the story stayed out of it, not even rolling down the window.
She thought so too. If she just called him brother, how would he know that she was calling him?
Fortunately, they met again a week later. In the old man's hospital room, he sat upright on the sofa, the midday sun streaming down. His father said to her, "This brother is called Pei Hanzhou. He's young and promising. You should learn from him."
Her eyes curved with laughter, and she tried to pull her brother's sleeve, but he quickly dodged her. She cried for a long time that night, and when she woke up again, she dressed up and ran to her father, promising, "I will work hard to become excellent and catch up with my brother!"
Her father was too busy to pay attention and just thought it was a child's joke on a whim, but she pursued her for ten years.
She had never met anyone better than him, nor had she ever experienced a more heart-warming moment than that moment. She tried hard to get closer to him, to make him see her. Growing up in a family with busy working parents, she thought she had long been accustomed to a lack of care, but after meeting him, she realized that she had never longed to be valued so much.
But it seemed that nothing could break down his barriers. He was too hard to pursue. The closest distance between them was even between a long row of chairs. She kept feeling frustrated and rejected, but her strong self-esteem made her try harder the more she failed. Sometimes she almost forgot what she was like originally.
If you chase something you want for too long, you will often lose yourself along the way and always forget whether it is because you like it or simply want to prove yourself and complete the flaws and obsessions.
But no matter what, it is difficult to turn back on the path they have walked for ten years as a matter of inertia. Sometimes she thinks that it is better this way. He treats everything equally and ignores everything. She can't catch up with him, and neither can other women.
She had never imagined that after studying abroad for a few years, when he returned, everything would be so different. The news was flooded with news of his marriage. How could this be possible? He wouldn't even get close to a woman.
Until he saw Lin Luosang standing so close to him, and for some reason his steps were a little unsteady, he actually raised his hand to support her.
It's ridiculous that he would actually take the initiative to lend a hand to a woman, and he would even allow a woman to pull his sleeves, and even more.
Wei Yao belatedly gathered her mixed emotions and tried to regain a calm tone. She turned to the man's back and asked, "Where are you going in such a hurry? To see your sister-in-law? I heard you got married soon after you met... Do you like her very much?"
After saying that, she chuckled again, her extreme thoughts blurting out uncontrollably: "Yeah, she's so beautiful, men must like her, right? Although she seems to have had many boyfriends, many talented women are like that. I can only say that she has the capital. Sometimes I envy her. This is also good. If she has more emotional experience before marriage, she will be more stable after marriage and won't be so easily tempted."
The man who had been walking forward finally stopped, opened his eyes and asked coldly, "Have you calmed down?"
"Yes, sister-in-law is good in every way. It would be even better if she could be more attentive to you. But TV dramas say that women become more content after marriage. I hope that's the case," Wei Yao's voice rose and echoed in the stairwell. "Although she was photographed with Duan Qing some time ago, it's late at night and it's possible that Duan Qing is just..."
"Enough is enough." The man interrupted impatiently.
"Hmm?" Wei Yao looked up longingly. "Do you also think she should stop?"
"I mean you."
Wei Yao was stunned.
"I know exactly what kind of person she is," the man said, not even sparing her a glance. "You're not allowed to sow discord in every marriage. You'd better know your place."
There was no warmth in the man's tone, and Wei Yao suddenly remembered that he was so ruthless most of the time.
It is so cold, like snow falling in winter, that it hurts even if you hold it in your hand.
Wei Yao finally couldn't help but tear up, her eyes reddening as she spoke, "Is it so hard to talk to me nicely? Can't you just be nice to me, even if it's just for show?"
"If it weren't for your father, you wouldn't even be qualified to talk to me."
Seeing him about to leave her sight, Wei Yao unwillingly burst out with ten years of grievances. "I went to study so that I could be worthy of you. Why did you marry me without even looking at me? I accept it anyway, but why do you have to defend a woman you've only known for a few months? We've known each other for almost ten years!"
But the man didn't answer her a single syllable.
A strong wind swept past, and the steps were covered with yellow fallen leaves. When she ran out, there was nothing in front of her, and only the echo of the car disappearing in a cloud of dust.
He was never gentle to her, and all he left her with was his back.
She should have known.
Lin Luosang had no idea that she had been programmed to have several love affairs. She had just finished a long and exhausting meeting and had completely forgotten the morning episode involving Wei Yao. When she returned home, she felt exhausted.
She had performed well in the previous few performances, raising expectations for her, with many even stating they watched the show just for her. She also didn't want to repeat herself, and she was constantly pondering the theme for her next performance, something fresh and original that would dispel the fatigue that had settled in halfway through the competition.
After finally coming up with an idea, she was passionate about implementing it, but was met with unprecedented and unanimous opposition.
Yue Hui thought she was crazy: "Isn't this theme a bit too unpleasant? What if the audience doesn't get it?"
The assistant also said, "The feeling from the first few games was pretty good. Wouldn't it be better if we just stick with the previous ones?"
Even the music director came to quietly test him: "Do you want to reconsider?"
"This topic is too controversial, not something that people can easily relate to. It's not something that's discussed superficially, and it requires reflection. But if people just want to watch a variety show and listen to music to relax, I'm not sure they're willing to follow your lead," Yue Hui said. "No artist would dare to try something like this in a competition."
Lin Luosang thought for a moment and nodded: "Since there is no one——"
Yue Hui breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he had finally gotten a good result after talking so hard, and he was so thirsty that he was ready to drink some water.
Just as the bottle mouth was pointed at his lips, Lin Luosang spoke: "Then I'll be the first to try it."
Since no one dares, then she will do it.
Yue Hui's mouthful of water got stuck in his throat and couldn't go up or down, so half of it sprayed out.
He coughed for a long time before finally letting out a sigh of relief and saying, "Okay, it seems you really want to write."
"Write if you want to. I can only support you anyway."
Although the theme was finally decided according to her idea, she was still somewhat conflicted after hearing so many voices of concern.
Towards midnight, her mind became more active, so she sat at the table thinking about the stage layout, and by the way, she opened the rice paper and practiced calligraphy to calm herself down.
The door lock suddenly clicked, it was Pei Hanzhou coming back.
She watched him walk in without shifting her gaze. It was the first time the man had received such a stare from her. Thinking she wanted to ask something, he changed his shoes and said in a deep voice, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she raised her chin, "You forgot to close the door."
“…”
The man closed the door and waited for a few seconds. Finding that she really had nothing to ask him, he couldn't help but remember that the dinner was delayed until after eleven o'clock. The wives of the executives called one after another to ask why they hadn't gone home yet. When they heard the waitress talking, they repeatedly asked why there was a female voice. Many people were making a fuss, saying that his wife was jealous.
Only Pei Hanzhou, one of the married people, didn't receive a single call or even a text message. After finally receiving one, amidst the envious voices of "Sister-in-law is here to care about you," he unlocked the screen and found that it was a message from Luo Xun -
The love story of Lin Luosang and Duan Qing compiled by a certain media outlet.
Pei Hanzhou was very moved and deleted Luo Xun as a friend.
So the man lowered his eyes and said, "When is the next episode recorded?"
“Something like Saturday or Sunday,” she said.
The man walked to the table and picked up a glass of water. He pretended to mention it casually and asked calmly, "Are there any guest singers?"
"It was only available in the previous issue. It shouldn't be in this issue. I didn't receive any notification."
It seems that Duan Qing is really gone.
The man nodded with satisfaction, and after answering all the questions asked by Lin Luosang, he turned his head and continued to concentrate on grinding the ink.
Pei Hanzhou frowned, and thought about how other people's wives were always concerned about him, but when it came to him, he could still ask a few questions. How come she had no interest in his life at all, and was even unmoved by the appearance of her love rival?
For the first time, the man felt completely ignored. He coughed twice, picked up a magazine on the table and flipped through it, trying to make his presence felt. "Later, Wei Yao talked to me a lot alone."
"Wei Yao?" She just remembered, "Oh, the one at the hospital."
"Aren't you curious about what she told me?"
At this point, a normal wife would have a sense of crisis.
The man raised his eyes and looked at his wife.
Who knew that Lin Luosang didn't even put down his pen, not even an eyebrow moved.
"I'm not curious," she said, concentrating on writing calligraphy. "Why should I be curious about this?"
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