Lin Luosang clearly felt that after she said the words "I don't care", the atmosphere fell into a strange silence, accompanied by bursts of cold air pressure.
She shook her shoulders, went to the room to find her coat and put it on, then continued to practice calligraphy while thinking about the stage, not even glancing at her husband.
Pei Hanzhou, who had completely failed to make his presence felt, lowered his eyes, closed the magazine indifferently and threw it aside, then went upstairs to wash up.
And when Lin Luosang returned to the bedroom that night, the man had gone to bed early, which was unusual for him. He lay flat on the bed with his eyes closed, which seemed to indicate that he had died peacefully.
She wondered why this man looked so angry at her, thinking that she hadn't done anything today and had even been particularly generous to her rival.
In short, it is better to act cautiously tonight, otherwise who knows what this unscrupulous capitalist can do.
Lin Luosang turned up the temperature of the heater a little, carefully lifted the corner of the quilt, and slowly got into bed.
She played with her phone for a while before turning off the desk lamp, closing her eyes, and preparing for sleep.
The man did go to bed early, intending to sleep a few hours longer than usual in order to recover his spirits.
Just when he was about to fall asleep, he felt someone walk into the room, bringing with them the faint scent of lily of the valley, and brushing into the quilt like the wind. Then, they started browsing Weibo, and there was the sound of fingertips scratching the screen.
Then, she saw something funny, but because he was sleeping next to her, she had to hide under the quilt and try to hold back her laughter until the bed was shaking, and the hot air she exhaled seemed to spray onto his neck.
After waiting for an unknown amount of time, she finally stopped laughing, but she seemed to have discovered something interesting. She rolled slightly in excitement, almost rolling into his arms, and then silently returned to her original position.
This seemed to be the first time they slept together normally, like a normal couple.
He had never had a similar experience, but he felt that women were indeed very troublesome.
She fell asleep quickly. In the past, after exercising before going to bed, she would always be so tired that she would fall asleep while he was washing her. The short distance from the bathroom to the bed would make her sleepy like a chicken, and she would fall asleep instantly as soon as she touched the pillow. Even when she fell asleep, she was restless, always moving around with the quilt rolled up, and her legs would be placed on him from time to time, as if she was still practicing dance steps in her sleep.
But he was a light sleeper and was very sensitive when sleeping, so he was often woken up by her. He would reluctantly move her legs away, but soon her hands would come up again, wrapping around him like an octopus, making it impossible for him to move.
Men understand this moment as retribution in the early morning.
For example, at this moment, he was about to fall asleep, but Lin Luosang seemed to have a sudden inspiration. He quietly got up from the bed, sat at the desk, turned on the computer, and a crisp sound of typing on the keyboard was heard.
Pei Hanzhou gave up completely, turned on the desk lamp and sat up to read. She turned her head to look at him guiltily and asked in a low voice, "You're not asleep?"
The man didn't say anything. She took a long breath and said, "You should have said it earlier. I'm so tired of holding it in."
“…”
In this way, the two of them returned to their working state, she deleted and revised, and he lowered his head to read.
More than an hour later, Lin Luosang finished his work and wrote lyrics for twenty minutes before climbing back into bed.
She tucked in the quilt, revealing only a pair of slightly raised eyes, and asked him, "Aren't you going to sleep?"
He still didn't answer, but turned the pages of the book with a rustling sound.
Lin Luosang knew he was in the wrong, so he quietly climbed up and pulled off one of his headphones, then whispered in his ear, "Shall I sing a song for you?"
Her breath fell softly on his ear, with the smell of mint toothpaste.
Pei Hanzhou still didn't say anything.
Just when she thought this man would be at odds with her forever, she finally heard him speak in a deep voice:
"Sing."
He's a little too easy to appease.
If he wakes up from sleeping, a song can soothe him.
Lin Luosang cleared his throat: "What do you want to hear?"
"casual."
She flattered herself merrily, "You like everything I sing, right?"
Pei Hanzhou glanced at her: "..."
"How can I sing if you don't give me a scope?" She licked her lips and made up a song, "'I Have a Good Dad'?"
…
In the end, no one knew what she sang because she fell asleep within two minutes. Her voice became weaker and her breathing became much smoother.
The man looked down speechlessly, then turned off the desk lamp beside him.
After a sound sleep, Lin Luosang woke up the next day feeling full of energy. On his way to the recording studio with great enthusiasm, he unexpectedly ran into Wei Yao.
It would be better to say that Wei Yao was squatting at the door, waiting for Lin Luosang to leave, then walked up to her with a faint smile and said, "Shall we chat?"
In fact, there was nothing new to talk about. She had long noticed that Wei Yao liked Pei Hanzhou, and she also knew that Wei Yao was unwilling to give up. Those casual sentences seemed to be spoken casually, but in fact they were praising her openly and criticizing her secretly. Her level was quite high.
I didn’t expect that although Pei Hanzhou is a cold person, he has good luck in love.
"Isn't Brother Hanzhou with you?"
In the restaurant, Wei Yao considerately cleaned the tea set for her and filled a cup of green tea for herself. "But it's true. My brother Han Zhou is always very busy. He doesn't care about anything except what he likes. Sister-in-law, please don't hold a grudge against me because he didn't mean it."
Without even listening to the entire sentence, Lin Luosang, relying on his advanced surfing skills in the "Green Tea Speech Bot", understood that Wei Yao seemed to be integrating the relationship between them, but the voice-over directly pointed out that Pei Hanzhou didn't care about her at all.
"I don't hold a grudge against him," Lin Luosang said with a smile. "He said he wanted to take me with him this morning, but I refused because I wanted to sleep in."
Wei Yao's hands trembled: "..."
Some of the tea burned Wei Yao's fingers, but she calmly put down the teapot and continued, "That's good. Seeing you so happy, I'm happy too."
"Brother Hanzhou is so good. My sisters and I often discuss what kind of woman is qualified to be with him. I wonder if standing next to such an outstanding person, we will feel pressured or even inferior. But sister, don't be discouraged. Although you are not famous yet and don't make much money, you still have a long life to live. Haha, maybe one day you will suddenly get lucky."
"Although the other women who pursued Brother Hanzhou are either from wealthy and powerful families, or they are company presidents, or they are stunningly beautiful, Brother Hanzhou chose you. It shouldn't be a sudden change of taste. You have to believe that there must be a reason."
Lin Luosang was speechless for a while.
...are you using the PUA man's tactics? Are you trying to weaken her confidence and self-esteem by suppressing her?
She pursed her lips and thought for a moment, then cooperated very well, speaking in a soft voice with the same puzzlement, agreeing, "That's right, why should it be me?"
Wei Yao's lips moved, but the corners of her mouth lifted uncontrollably, and she couldn't help but show some unconcealable pride in the corners of her eyes.
Lin Luosang said modestly in this proud look:
"Maybe it's because I'm young, beautiful, and talented, and I can use my talents endlessly."
Wei Yao was a little surprised, her expression froze, and she looked at her with wide eyes.
Just then, Yue Hui called. Lin Luosang picked up her handbag and said, "I still have music to make. I'll be leaving now."
Not expecting her to leave so soon, Wei Yao subconsciously turned her gaze to the teacup she hadn't taken a sip of.
Looking at the cup of green tea, Lin Luosang suddenly realized something and pushed the full cup of green tea straight to Wei Yao without moving it.
"You can keep this for yourself, I'm not interested."
Wei Yao opened her mouth, not knowing how to react for a moment, until Lin Luosang spoke again.
"Although I'm broke and unpopular, I have a heavyweight variety show taping next week where half the audience is here just for me. If you're interested, you can come," Lin Luosang winked back. "Say my name. Front-row tickets are expensive, but I can treat you."
…
On the way to the recording studio, Lin Luosang's mind was filled with the image of Wei Yao being completely subdued by her and not even knowing how to speak. He pulled up his mask and shook his head without any emotion.
The little girl is still too ignorant of the immensity of the world.
She had seen the green tea tasting appreciation sent by a friend a few years ago. Wei Yao's appearance was just enough to fool silly straight men, but there was no way she would be fooled, let alone really be hurt by those few words.
In the next few days, Wei Yao was much quieter and did not bother Lin Luosang again. Of course, it was also possible that Lin Luosang was so busy that she could not go home, and Wei Yao could not find her even if she wanted to.
This time, her stage performance required some special effects and custom-made props. Not only was she busy, but the entire team was also very busy. I heard that during those days, Yue Hui kept talking in her sleep during her naps, "Can this special effect be made a little cooler?"
The new stage started recording on time on Saturday night.
To be honest, this was the most nervous she had ever been in several performances.
I don’t know how receptive the audience will be to this theme, nor do I know if she can perform this stage to the fullest as expected.
After the props were ready, the voice of the on-site teacher came from the earphone monitor: "Lin Luosang can go on stage."
She took a deep breath and slowly stepped onto the stairs.
Before the song begins, there will be a monologue by the singer introducing the song, but she usually feels that the mood of the song needs to be understood by everyone on their own, and it would be meaningless if she explains it too thoroughly, so she would cancel her monologue in the past.
Today was different. For the first time, she requested to reserve her right to speak.
After standing in the center of the stage, she said, "Actually, I don't usually introduce songs, but today I want to say a few words."
"This song is dedicated to a good friend of mine," Lin Luosang paused, holding the microphone. "I also want to say that freedom of speech does not include slandering or defaming others. I hope everyone can embrace a kind and warm world, whether real or virtual."
Before the audience could react, the song started quickly and a mechanical clicking sound was heard, as if some telegram or message was being transmitted, long or short, crisp and concise.
After a burst of percussion, the electronic music follows smoothly, and the melody naturally shifts from a cold world to a rhythm with a hint of warmth.
Immediately afterwards, the spotlight fell on the side of the stage, where there was no place for Lin Luosang.
In the light circle, a girl was sitting on the ground with her legs hugged, her body was covered with arrows shot at her. She arched her back, as if in great pain. The people next to her kept patting her back and touching her hair to comfort her.
It was very quiet under the stage. Even though they couldn't see Lin Luosang, they kept silent because of their trust in her, waiting quietly for her painting to unfold.
Lin Luosang stepped on the props and slowly stood still. He was wearing a pure white and loose windbreaker, which rose and fell slightly with his steps.
The audience below the stage couldn't figure out what was going on on stage and couldn't help but start discussing in low voices.
"What's that thing you step on? It's like a button, but there are a lot of them."
"I can't see it clearly. I'll probably know what it is when I look down at the whole view."
"Sangsang's performance has always been so mysterious. Well, wait a little longer, we'll know the content soon."
This time the stage was a completely new form of performance. The dancers did not surround her, nor did she surround the dancers. Instead, they were separated, like two different worlds.
The dancers on the left expressed their concern for the injured, but she was alone in the center of the stage:
How long does it take for dawn to break?
She walked alone in the dark
Groping for a safe shortcut
Her stage makeup today was very light. She took off her high heels, which rarely elongated the proportions of female artists, and stood there in a pair of flat shoes. The light under her feet seemed to light up in an orderly manner.
Her obsession with the stage was never to show how beautiful she was. On the contrary, she believed that a qualified singer should use herself to match the stage. Whether she was beautiful or not was not worth mentioning compared to the stage effect.
So she just stood there, humming softly:
Where is the direction of pleasing?
She didn't make a mistake and asked herself
Truth and Malice/How Beautiful the Ugly Face Is
Why attack/Just because you are you
Just as Lin Luosang finished singing this part, the dancers who were surrounding the girl put on masks, picked up the unpadded bows from under their feet, aimed at Lin Luosang's body, and began to shoot empty arrows one after another. Only the bows in their hands kept bending and shaking.
Someone in the livestream thought there was a problem with the special effects: [Is it a framerate issue here? Why are there no arrows when they shoot arrows? Is there a special effects bug?]
[I don't know if there's a bug, but I only saw the bow.]
[It shouldn't be a loophole. You see, there's no process for loading the arrow. I guess that's just the stage design.]
Lin Luosang gradually unfolded the theme, singing along with the faster-paced music:
You put on a mask / your traces are hard to discern in the code
The coldness of the cold winter/an undisguised attack
Beautified arrow feathers
Even poisoned, it's still sharp
Slowly corrodes the human body
It's the ending you want
The camera slowly turns to look down, revealing the mystery of the stage.
Under Lin Luosang's feet was a huge keyboard. As time passed, the characters that lit up on the keyboard kept changing, as if someone was typing something on it.
Just as the audience was trying to figure out what was being sent on the keyboard by the initials, the camera switched to Lin Luosang's back.
Her white clothes were covered with bloody wounds.
Virtual weapons bring real trauma.
She was no less powerful than the girl who was shot by an arrow just now.
The audience reacted one after another.
"Damn it! Cyberbullying!!"
"That's a keyboard down there! Didn't you notice the characters lighting up one by one? They're all curse words! Absolutely amazing! This design is incredible!!"
"I cried. I was so moved by Lin Luosang's performance today that I could only tremble."
Lin Luosang's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he folded his arms. His voice was gentle and powerful, echoing in the studio:
She has no wings to block the wind
With a fragile body
Resist the overwhelming malice
Finally, at the end of the song, she openly reveals the wound on her back and sings along with the drum beats:
The joy of a mob carnival
Even if I tremble, I will never be afraid
Grit your teeth to defend your original courage
When will the drowned wake up?
The piano and string melody makes the song much softer after being cold, with an increasingly determined energy, never compromising, never admitting defeat, and never trying to please.
Because then you’re not being yourself.
The performance that night was reposted and reviewed by countless music bloggers. The most forwarded review, which was over a thousand words long, ended with the following sentence: "Any ordinary person who seems "kind" may be a perpetrator. It's not only the bleeding caused by real guns and bullets that can cause harm. Keyboards can also hurt people, even kill them."
Lin Luosang is one of the most socially responsible singers of the new generation I've met. He provides the right guidance to his fans. This is the kind of role model and value communication that public figures should be. I was pleasantly surprised.
There are also many popular forwarding and approvals——
Those keyboard warriors who glorify their online violence should wake up. Insults about organs aren't the only type of cyberbullying. Fabricating, fabricating, and insulting others regardless of the context also constitutes cyberbullying. Don't create a good reputation for yourself and think you're the messenger of justice. You don't need to define other people's motives. Is life so bad that you have to attack others to feel good?
[This is for Ji Ning, right? But Ji Ning is pretty impressive. Even though he was criticized for the collaboration for a long time, he didn't let reality defeat him. They are all amazing.]
There was a lot of discussion about cyberbullying that day. Although she didn't know how many people were really affected by her, she felt that every time she spoke out, it was a good thing. Even if only one or two people reflected on it or withdrew their weapons, then the composition of this song would be meaningful.
She came in third place that time.
Although this song has received high praise and has the most comments among the songs, it is not a mainstream topic after all, and not something that everyone can empathize with. It is remarkable that it can maintain its ranking in the top three.
Having completed a stage that I really like, no matter the ranking, the satisfaction and joy are enough to outweigh everything else.
She returned to her home in Y City. Since the headquarters was here, Pei Hanzhou often went home to rest.
As expected, when Lin Luosang arrived late at night, the man was already lying on the bed reading documents, with a black gel pen between his fingertips, which he would occasionally turn.
Lin Luosang had a habit of talking a lot when she was happy, so after taking a shower, she knelt beside the bed while drying her hair and started to talk: "Wei Yao also came to me before."
"Yeah." The man looked uninterested and was obviously reading the contract carefully, just answering her casually.
Lin Luosang, whose brain was agitated and eager to find someone to talk about it, was naturally dissatisfied with this response. He nudged his leg under the quilt with his toes and said, "That girl doesn't look simple. She even squatted at the door and took the initiative to find me. It's obvious that she came prepared. Why didn't you ask me if I was bullied or angry enough to burst or something like that?"
Pei Hanzhou felt that this woman was really difficult to deal with.
Last week, he'd brought up Wei Yao's issue with her, but she'd been so lost in her brushwork that she didn't want to talk to him, so he'd given up. But when she tried to bring up the topic again, he had to cooperate again, or else she'd kick him?
The man, vindictive and cold, signed his name on the last page of the contract: "You won't."
He stopped talking after that, but it seemed as if he had only said half of the words. Lin Luosang came up to him very seriously, and the water droplets on the ends of his hair that had not been wiped dry dripped onto the back of his hand.
The man gritted his teeth speechlessly, snatched the towel from her hand, covered her head with it and rubbed it hard twice, ignoring her low moans as the towel covered her eyes, and spoke in a deep voice through gritted teeth.
"With your abilities, you're the only one who can make others so angry that their alveoli burst."
The man who felt this way put a towel on her shoulders after venting his anger: "Wipe it off and go to sleep."
She seemed to be in high spirits, and moved over and shook her hair twice, as if she was tired and didn't want to move, and hinted:
"I think you wiped it pretty well, what do you think?"
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