Obviously, Lin Luosang did not complete any "homework" during the more than one-month winter vacation.
——In the end, I could only make up for it on the spot.
And...it took a long time to make up for it.
It lasted so long that I felt dizzy and almost wanted to dial 120 to send myself to the emergency room, and by the way, call 110 to arrest this demanding man.
When he woke up the next day, feeling weak and frail, Lin Luosang was not surprised to find his horrible pajamas under the bed.
The pajamas were wrinkled by the man, the fleece clumped together with the dampness, and the ears were tilted back and forth. There seemed to be traces of it on the sofa, and the air was filled with an ambiguous smell, every bit of which hinted at the melee last night.
Fortunately, the man liked cleanliness, so he picked up all the small umbrellas and bags on the ground, and placed all the clothes on the sofa aside. Maybe he left in a hurry and didn't have time to put them in the clothes basket.
Lin Luosang rehabilitated for a while before getting up and drinking a cup of honey. He felt embarrassed to ask his aunt to wash these shameful things, so he washed them all himself in the washing machine, washing them back and forth three times.
After washing, her life fell into a brief period of confusion. She sat at the bar with her cheeks supported, in a daze. Then she remembered something, got up and watered the plants in the garden, and then returned to the topic.
Recently, I was preparing to give out support items to fans during the concert.
Although these will be partially prepared by her fan support, it is her first concert after all, and she needs to express her own wishes and also echo the theme.
Each seat will have an exclusive commemorative support item, which is placed in a huge capsule box. It includes a concert poster, a capsule-shaped two-color glow stick, an exclusive customized platinum capsule bracelet, a hollow train card, and a handwritten letter from her.
These are the basics, and maybe some other small things will be added according to the actual situation.
The bracelet was designed by her and the designer together. It has a simple line style and only takes a few strokes to draw the shape of a capsule train. It has a very sense of design, and is high-end, generous and beautiful.
After the design is finalized, Yue Hui will be responsible for the subsequent negotiations. He will negotiate with several jewelry brands that are interested in sponsoring, and each brand will produce a sample product. Finally, Lin Luosang will choose from them and decide which one to cooperate with.
The countdown to the concert was busy but orderly.
Pei Hanzhou's fragrance allergy has almost been adjusted. He can occasionally wear a mask and accompany her to the night market. As long as there are not too many people, he will no longer have a reaction.
That day, the two of them went out to buy octopus balls. The boss asked her what flavor she wanted. She could only pull off her mask and sniff, and then based on the reaction of her sense of smell, she chose the original flavor.
The meatballs were so delicious that she sniffed and waited eagerly for the boss to squeeze the sauce on her and sprinkle some seaweed, pork floss and bonito flakes on them.
As soon as she got the box, she picked one up and took a bite, not caring about the heat.
The freshly baked octopus balls are crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, with the fluffy interior filled with extremely tender octopus meat. The taste is rich and layered, and a sense of satisfaction and happiness arises naturally.
She forgot to put on her mask, and it hung loosely under her chin, making her face look even smaller and more delicate. The tip of her nose was a little pink from the wind, and her lips were rosy red. She stood there seriously and attentively and finished eating two.
The boss was flipping through the dumplings when he suddenly looked up and saw her face, and was stunned for a few seconds.
Just when Pei Hanzhou thought she had been recognized and was about to be taken away, he heard the boss ask, "Is she your girlfriend?"
Then the boss smiled sheepishly and said, "She's quite pretty."
Pei Hanzhou lowered his eyes: "No."
"Ah? No, sorry," the boss said, as if apologizing, but also inexplicably excited, "So there is no..."
Before he could finish his words, the man interrupted calmly, "It's my wife."
boss:……?
After declaring his sovereignty, Pei Hanzhou put his arm around her shoulders and took her away calmly.
Only the boss was left in the back, muttering to himself as he flipped the octopus balls, wondering why this man was talking so angrily.
"A wife is a wife, but you insist on denying it and saying she's not your girlfriend but your wife—what does that mean?"
Lin Luosang came to his senses after finishing the whole box. Seeing Pei Hanzhou still wearing a mask, he quickly pulled up his own mask and asked him while walking away, "Are you eating?"
Pei Hanzhou glanced at her empty box. She had eaten all five of the meatballs.
"Isn't this all finished?"
"I mean to buy you another box—"
Before she finished speaking, she suddenly thought of something and used a bamboo stick to pick up the remaining meat floss and seaweed in the box and said, "If you want to eat mine, you can."
Pei Hanzhou:?
Lin Luosang licked the corner of his lips and said seriously, "I eat meatballs."
Pei Hanzhou whispered, "Then?"
"...You eat meatballs Momo?"
“…”
Not long after returning, just when Pei Hanzhou was about to let her experience what it meant to "I breathe oxygen and you breathe oxygen scraps", a phone call came in and he had to go to the company to deal with something temporarily.
Lin Luosang, who had escaped the disaster, happily waved to him at the door: "Bye, Mr. Pei, go early and come back early."
The man looked at her in silence for a while before turning and leaving.
She was not bored when she was alone at home. Lin Luosang took out a piece of letter paper and a pen, thinking about what kind of letter she should write to her fans.
After writing it, print tens of thousands of copies and copy them into the support capsule.
"Ma Qiu." She suddenly called out.
Ma Qiu did not appear in response. Instead, Ma Tuan came downstairs in the elevator and asked her, "Master, what's wrong?"
"Help me check the format of the letter."
"Okay, Master, please wait a moment. It will take about two seconds."
Two seconds later, Ma Tuan copied the letter format and sent it to Lin Luosang's mobile phone.
Watching the screen light up, Lin Luosang nodded after browsing through it, and then asked, "Where's your sister?"
Ma Tuan's ears twitched, and he said in his usual soft yet cold robotic voice, "I don't have a sister."
"You do," Lin Luosang gestured for it to memorize his complex family tree. "Your sister is Maqiu. Where is Maqiu?"
"The ball is charging. It will probably take another three minutes to get downstairs."
Sure enough, three minutes later, Ma Qiu came down in the elevator by himself.
It staggered to Lin Luosang and asked, "Mom, what do you want from me?"
"It's okay, let me tell you something," she nodded the pen in her hand, "you are Ma Tuan's sister, did you know?"
Ma Qiu turned on the light and read for a while, and then a small heart lit up on the display screen on his chest.
"Okay." Ma Qiu was quick-witted and eager to learn, not ashamed to ask, softly chirping, "My biological sister or my adopted sister?"
Lin Luosang:?
This little guy also knows how to fuck his sister?
"Dear," she replied casually while writing the letter, "You both have the surname Ma."
Maqiu read it for a moment, making a sound like scanning. After a while, he said, "Matuan is my brother, you are my mother, you are Matuan's master, and my father is also Matuan's father."
“…”
Why does it sound so much like incest?
After thinking for a while, Lin Luosang was about to speak to explain this complicated relationship, when Ma Qiu suddenly said, "Mom, do I have a younger sister?"
Lin Luosang propped his chin on his hand and looked at it: "Do you want one? If you do, I'll make one for you later."
"But when will mom give me a real sister?" Ma Qiu said, "The kind of real sister with flesh and blood, who can cry and make noises, and who needs to be carried for ten months to be born."
????
Lin Luosang's hands went limp and he almost fell off the chair. He couldn't believe that Ma Qiu, an artificial intelligence, would say such a thing.
How can artificial intelligence have independent thinking?
She quickly discovered the blind spot, jumped off the chair, and asked Ma Qiu: "Who taught you to say that about Sheng Zhen's sister?"
The display on Ma Qiu's chest went dark, no longer showing the usual smiling emoticon, but rather seemed to be feeling a little guilty.
It states quite insistently: "No one taught me."
Lin Luosang pressed on: "Who taught you that?"
As she approached, the ball's recognition mechanism began to keep its distance from her. It retreated at a steady pace against the wall, looking more like it was frightened. "No one."
"It's okay. Tell me and I promise not to tell your father." Lin Luosang said, "Who taught you that?"
Ma Qiu refused to give in: "No one."
Lin Luosang suddenly remembered that artificial intelligence would not change its words under questioning, because as long as the program did not change, they would not change.
Then there is only one way...
She smiled and changed her mind: "Did your father ask you to tell me about having a real sister?"
Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, a "bingo" sound came out from Ma Qiu, and a small heart popped up on his chest.
It said, "Yes, Mom."
really.
Lin Luosang patted the monitor on its chest and said, "Can you find the footage from that time? Play it for me."
The ball has a recording function, but it cannot hold too much. Generally, the residual images are cleaned once a week. As long as the images within a week are directional and can be retrieved, they can be played.
"some."
Once a viable spot was found, Ma Qiu became very obedient and followed orders, saying, "The search will take about a minute, please wait."
Inside the office, Pei Hanzhou, who had completely forgotten to include this part in the order, said: "..."
So just as Lin Luosang was about to check the footage of Pei Hanzhou's "education" that day, the display screen on Ma Qiu's chest flashed, and a man's face appeared.
Pei Hanzhou: "What are you worrying about every day? Go to bed."
Lin Luosang was shocked. He didn't expect that the camera on his side could connect to him, nor did he expect that he actually knew what he wanted to see. His heart almost stopped beating. He covered his chest and quickly recalled whether he had done anything bad in front of Ma Qiu.
She could have argued with him, but she was so suddenly startled that her train of thought was interrupted. She could only turn around and go back to the bedroom in a somewhat fragmented state.
After arriving at the bedroom, her mind reconnected and she quickly found her home again.
When I went downstairs, Ma Qiu was still standing there without moving, and the display screen on his chest was off.
She tapped twice, "Maqiu, connect the current footage of your dad."
When Pei Hanzhou was about to turn on the camera and had no time to say a word, he saw her face suddenly move closer, her eyes burning and her voice powerful—
"Pei Hanzhou, you are so shameless."
“…”
After finally finishing the urgent work at hand, the man returned home and found her writing something at the desk in the bedroom. When she saw him come back, she sneered provocatively.
The man took a particularly long bath. After he came out of his bathrobe, he looked at her back by the bed and thought for a long time.
After organizing all his thoughts, he finally called her out in silence, "Sangsang."
She was thinking about how to transition between the previous and next paragraphs of the letter, and her head was tilted back and moving slowly, as if she was brainstorming to get the cells moving.
The bun tied behind her head also swayed and bounced with her movements.
Hearing the man calling her, she took a few seconds to connect to his channel: "Huh?"
Pei Hanzhou said, "Let's have a child."
I thought I was about to face a silent battle, and even listed the first, second, third, and fourth points of persuading her in my mind. However, I didn't expect her to nod so readily. The rubber band finally couldn't hold her bun in place, and her long hair fell over one shoulder.
"Okay, wait until I finish the concert."
Pei Hanzhou looked at the black hair rope that fell to the ground, frowned, and suspected that he was hallucinating.
He said, "That's it?"
She turned to look at him strangely, as if she couldn't understand.
"What else?"
"Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you requisition my tonsils—oh no, my chromosomes! My genes are so high-quality they should be frozen and put on display in a museum. No one is worthy of me bearing children. You're just daydreaming!"
She calmly tilted her head and asked him, "Is that what you want?"
“…”
"No," the man paused, "I just thought you would be very disgusted."
After all, a long time ago, the two had very similar contraceptive demands. Not only him, but also she consciously avoided the issue of having children when facing the old man's questions.
The reason at that time was naturally that he felt that the child was a burden, and there was no need to have children with someone he didn't like, but he didn't know what she thought.
She never mentioned any of this.
"I just think that if you don't love each other, having a child is torture for the child and for both of you," she said. "The prerequisites back then were different from now."
"I really like children and want to raise them well."
Pei Hanzhou keenly caught the word "men" in "they", and it seemed that there was more than one.
Very good and spiritual.
The corners of the man's lips curled up imperceptibly as he looked at the pen she was waving.
"What are you doing?"
"Write a letter. It's for the concert."
He nodded, "I won't bother you anymore."
He said he would not disturb her, and he really did not disturb her. For the next hour and a half, the man did not say another word.
It was not until she finished writing the letter and climbed onto the bed that she saw the Book of Songs spread out on his left leg and paper and pen on his right leg, as if he was carefully recording something.
Thinking he was getting ready, she leaned over and asked, "What is this?"
The man replied with foresight.
"Name the child."
Lin Luosang: ...???
It is possible, but not necessary.
A month and a half later, tickets for the first concert of the "Capsule Train" will go on sale.
That day, Lin Luosang took Pei Hanzhou to a crowded venue in advance to check out the venue. After confirming that he was not unwell, he decided that he could participate in the concert.
So at eight o'clock that evening, she cuddled up with Pei Hanzhou, hugging a pillow, and whispered, "Let's try to grab it first. I don't have many tickets this time. If we can grab one, we won't be so passive when the time comes."
"Well," the man said, "What time does it start?"
"8:10, let's set the alarm for one minute earlier."
After the alarm rang, they calmly opened the app, waited for the broken ticket-selling app to load, and after a few seconds, they found the three words "Lin Luosang" on the homepage and clicked on it.
It started at that exact second.
Lin Luosang pondered for two seconds on the page about how many tickets to buy. Just as he pressed three and clicked OK, a prompt came from the center of the page -
[Hello, the stock of the item you selected is insufficient. Please select again.]
Sold out?
She thought that the inner-field tickets might sell out faster since they were closest to the stage, so she chose a mid-priced stand and submitted it again, but still got the familiar "out of stock" error.
After finally squeezing in and filling in my information, the page started spinning in circles and wouldn't load.
She asked Pei Hanzhou: "Did you buy it?"
"No."
So Lin Luosang took a screenshot and sent it to Yue Hui, still a little angry: [The app crashed? I didn’t say anything, and they didn’t upgrade the server. How can I sell tickets if it crashes?]
Yue Hui: [?] Yue Hui: [Sold out.]
Lin Luosang: [???]
Yue Hui: [???]
Yue Hui didn't understand why she was questioning him: "Look up and see what time it is. Five minutes have already passed and the tickets sold out in five seconds. What are you doing?"
Lin Luosang asked: [Did you buy it?]
Yue Hui is very self-aware: [I knew I couldn't buy it, so I didn't even try to buy it.]
"That's impossible," Lin Luosang still didn't quite believe the idea of a short sale. "Aren't there over nine thousand, almost ten thousand tickets?"
There are more than 10,000 seats in the stadium. Excluding some places at the entrances where people cannot sit, and some seats taken by the platform itself, there are about 10,000 tickets released.
In fact, only 5,000 should have been released, and the remaining 5,000 should have been given to scalpers, but the scalpers sold the tickets too expensively, and Lin Luosang disagreed. The team negotiated repeatedly for more than a month before the ticketing website agreed to release the majority of the money.
Yue Hui replied: [Yeah, with so many tickets, I thought it would take at least three minutes, but if you check out the online chat, you'll see that many people still haven't gotten one.]
She exited the chat page and clicked on Weibo, where the chat was still dominated by sobs:
I thought I was fast enough to snag a 100-ticket Taobao flash sale, but I couldn't snag 10,000 tickets for the Lin Luosang concert [Goodbye][Goodbye]. Did someone buy 8,000 tickets in one go?
My friend clicked "buy" and bought it. I had to add 1 more vote, which took only a second, and I didn't buy it.
After being rejected ten times, I finally got to a new page. They said they doubted my account security and asked me to complete a puzzle to verify it. I was a little excited at the time, thinking that I could buy it after completing the puzzle. My heart was beating fast. But after I completed the puzzle, they still told me that there was not enough stock. So you asked me to complete your code!
It's okay, don't despair too soon, there are still nine shows left! If all else fails, we can always get a spot overseas!! Trust me, we'll all go to the concert together then -v-]
As a result, the next few sales started one after another, and the result that greeted everyone was——
[Who would have thought that after the eighth concert, I still haven't managed to get a single ticket.]
Who said you could get a spot overseas? Come out here! I didn’t get one overseas, so what can I say?!
【Haha, I don’t want to live anymore.】
[Given the topic has 5 million followers, there are around 100,000 tickets available, with an average of 500 people competing for one. How is it possible that so many people still haven't gotten one? So, the facts prove that Lin Luosang's popularity is beyond our imagination. It's gone.]
There were so many fans who failed to get the spot that their calls were heard by sponsors in other cities, who kindly invited Lin Luosang to join the show.
Seeing that many fans still hadn't gotten tickets, Lin Luosang agreed to add three more shows, but the tickets for those three shows would be put on sale later to give everyone some time to make up for their losses.
As the first concert drew closer, she began to practice even harder, dancing with the dancers over and over again, and even went to the concert venue to check it out several times.
The venue for the first show was confirmed to be City C, which happened to be where she filmed the MV for "Summer".
Pei Hanzhou said she was too tired and always asked her to rest, so she picked a time and took Pei Hanzhou for a walk.
The music video for "Summer" was campus-themed, and the filming was also on campus. It was summer vacation, and the senior students were not on campus. Just as she was about to go in, she was stopped by the security guard: "What are you doing?"
"I came here to film before," Lin Luosang pulled down his mask. "I want to come here again to take a look. Is that okay?"
The old man still remembered her, "Oh, oh, that celebrity from before, right?"
In fact, according to the rules, she cannot be allowed to enter.
But her smile was sweet and sincere, and she didn't look like she would do anything destructive. Plus, if you didn't agree, the man behind her seemed very difficult to deal with.
The old man coughed twice and opened the door: "Okay, go in, you can only stay for twenty minutes."
"Come on, sign my record book."
"Okay, thank you."
Lin Luosang was just signing her own and Pei Hanzhou's names when she saw the old man open a drawer and take out a photo of her.
Lin Luosang:?
"Well," the old man coughed twice, "my grandson likes you very much. He said he wants you to sign a picture when he sees you again. Is that okay?"
She readily agreed and even wrote a signature for the old man's grandson.
After entering the empty campus, she looked at the familiar tree and vaguely remembered that she had filmed the opening of her music video here, accompanied by a sigh-like monologue: "I don't know why I like summer so much."
The heroine in the MV doesn’t know that she likes summer because she likes the hero, and she loves him and everything about him.
"I don't know why I like summer so much," she closed her eyes and stood still, unable to help but put herself in the scene at that time, and said quietly, "Maybe it's because the first boy I liked was the one I met in the summer."
Pei Hanzhou:?
After touring the school, everything was normal, except that the man spoke much less.
She didn't care, thinking he was tired, so she went to a few more video stores and hurried back to the hotel.
But that night, the man became particularly troublesome, and at the end he asked her in her ear with gritted teeth: "Who am I?"
What kind of a question was that? Lin Luosang was baffled, his eyes nearly closing in exhaustion. It wasn't until he was crushed by the man again that he managed to utter a few weak hums from his throat: "Pei Hanzhou."
Pei Hanzhou asked again: "Who is your first love?"
First love? What first love? Didn’t she say she didn’t have one?
She thought blankly for a few minutes, then she remembered that when she was in school, she did say "the first boy I like".
But, that was when she was emotionally involved in the MV - wasn't she just talking nonsense?
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