The window beside Lin Luosang was still open, and the slightly intoxicating summer night breeze flowed in leisurely, mixing with the chirping of insects and the hustle and bustle not far away, making the music in the car even more real.
She no longer had any idea where things were headed.
Pei Hanzhou also looked at her silently, as if he was thinking and brewing something.
Lin Luosang, the person involved, finally managed to reconnect after a moment of blankness in her mind. She leaned over and turned on a song to confirm whether it was her album.
Although her singing style was very different from before, it was her own voice after all, and she could still recognize it if she tried hard enough.
This is indeed the cover album she released a long time ago.
She asked Pei Hanzhou, "Where did you find it? It seems to have been sold out on the market for a long time."
The man thought for a moment before speaking in a deep voice, "A few years ago, I was on a business trip and couldn't sleep. I went to the car to get something and wanted to listen to some songs, but I didn't bring any CDs."
"I just drove around looking for it and happened to find a store on the side of the road and took the latest one."
Perhaps it was a habit cultivated by his great-grandfather, but he also had the habit of listening to music to adjust his mood when he was bored. Occasionally, he liked to listen to some operas that the old man liked, but not often.
He remembered what happened that night very clearly. It was exactly four o'clock in the morning. There were few people on the street and the owner of the store was not there. Most of the albums looked very old, with only one being relatively new.
He pulled out a few banknotes and put them under the calculator, then took the newest one.
Hearing this, Lin Luosang turned around and said, "Since you bought it, how come you don't know who the singer is? I remember my name and photo were on the album."
She licked her lips and narrowed her eyes: "Are you really lying to me?"
"No," Pei Hanzhou said, "The album I bought... the cover doesn't match the contents."
Lin Luosang understood: "In other words, the boss replaced my CD with a new cover, and then you wanted to listen to the CD at the time, but didn't care whether it was brand new. But when you opened it, it turned out to be my CD, which is completely different from the album cover?"
"Yeah," the man replied, "When I got it, the surface of the CD was already badly worn."
But there was no other choice at the time, after all, something was better than nothing, so even though he knew something was wrong, he still put the disc into the CD player.
The sound played was surprisingly nice. There was even a humming section in the middle of the third song. It was the opera that my great-grandfather liked and I often took him to listen to it when he was a child.
He couldn't explain why, perhaps because the stories behind the music were so deeply connected to precious childhood memories. Listening to the singer's gentle voice, he felt strangely healed, always recalling those relaxing moments when he'd escape to the backyard and gaze at the sky. Closing his eyes, he could almost hear the nightingale singing nearby.
So I kept the CD, but the record was already worn out and the singer was hard to find. In addition, I had some aversion symptoms to the opposite sex, so I thought I might resist the album even if I found the singer. In order to keep a good idea for myself, I never looked for it.
He originally thought that he would never find the owner of the voice, whether actively or passively.
Lin Luosang, enjoying the breeze, digested the overwhelming amount of information he had received tonight before leaning over. "I still don't believe it's such a coincidence. Let me look for anything else."
Pei Hanzhou leaned back and let her cross to the driver's seat and open the drawer. After seeing her rummage through it for a few times, he said helplessly.
"What else can there be?" he said. "I only have you."
Lin Luosang searched carefully and found that there was nothing inside except some important information and souvenirs.
She was just about to take a breath and align all the documents and put them aside when she found two familiar square objects lying in the deep corner.
"...Are you still human?" She was speechless for a moment, looking at Pei Hanzhou with a complicated expression, "What do you put in your car every day?"
The man looked over and saw two well-behaved little umbrellas arranged in an orderly manner, as if waiting to fulfill their sacred mission.
Since she suddenly changed the subject, the man's focus also shifted.
"If I hadn't prepared," he replied slowly, "you'd be giving birth instead of giving a concert."
It seems to make sense, but something seems wrong.
Lin Luosang's heart skipped a beat: "Should I thank you then?"
He hesitated for a moment, then said frankly without any modesty, "That's fine."
“…”
I can go to yours.
Lin Luosang gritted his teeth and pressed the button twice, and the CD was turned back to the first track.
The car started at this time. She put half of her arm on the car window to support her head. After the confrontation with Pei Hanzhou ended, she began to think aimlessly.
If the CD Pei Hanzhou has always liked is hers... then there is a reasonable explanation for why he is not allergic to her.
After all, voice can reflect a person's personality and aura to a certain extent. Pei Hanzhou's willingness to listen to her music means he isn't strongly repulsed by her aura. And through repeated listening, men will also subtly accept the part of her behind the voice.
Although it was the first time they met on the cruise ship, her voice had already made him feel familiar with her, so he did not back off that day.
Just as she was thinking about this, the man listened to the CD and couldn't help but ask: "Why is the way you sing different now than before?"
He hadn't listened to the album since he got married, and the last time he listened to it before marriage was a few months ago. Even if he remembered the voice in the album, he didn't know her well in real life, so he just felt familiar with her and found it difficult to associate them together.
Now that we've been together for so long, I can perceive many subtle details, and when I saw her expression and reaction during the playback, I was able to match the two and realize that she is the singer in the record.
Lin Luosang, who was standing by, heard him ask this and began to explain, "The popular singing style back then was different from what it is now. I didn't use my dantian to sing before, I used my throat."
"Besides, there was so much humming that it's normal that I couldn't recognize it. I had a hard time hearing it clearly just now."
Moreover, in recent years, due to her own maintenance, her voice has become fuller, her daily speaking habits are completely different from before, and the conversion between true and false voices has made a qualitative leap.
In short, even if you give it to your agent and assistant who you work with day and night, they may not be able to understand it, let alone Pei Hanzhou when he just got married.
All those little things in the past finally have a link to each other. Many things do depend on chance and coincidence, but they are not without traces.
For example, his great-grandfather loved opera, and he was exposed to it from a young age. And she happened to incorporate opera elements into this album, which is why he randomly selected her and kept her. Somehow, their entanglement went back even further, pushed and pulled into the vortex of fate, though neither of them knew it.
She sighed, completely forgetting that she was about to attack the man after hearing the singer's song. Now she became cool and raised her eyebrows and asked him, "When do you usually listen to my songs?"
The man looked straight ahead: "When I'm in a bad mood."
She nodded in agreement and said wistfully, "Ah, it seems my voice has the magical power to brighten people's moods."
“…”
Pei Hanzhou asked, "You've clearly released this album, so why did you say before that you haven't released an album?"
"Strictly speaking, a cover album doesn't count as a proper album. I didn't win an album award for that very reason," she said. "Also, this one is quite diverse, and many parts don't conform to the standard format."
"So 'Welcoming the Fire' is my first album in the true sense. This is just a fun singing record at best."
The man nodded in agreement. She rolled up the car window, stretched, and leaned her head against the backrest to listen to her youthful past six years ago. As she listened, she felt a little sleepy. In addition, she had been exercising a lot recently, so she soon fell asleep with her eyes closed.
Pei Hanzhou noticed that she was too quiet while waiting for the traffic light. He turned his head and saw her peaceful sleeping face. The man shook off the blanket on the back seat and put it on her.
Even the breathing sounds in the car were very light, and he suddenly thought of the question she had just asked.
In fact, he thought she would ask him why he liked listening to her sing.
Fortunately, she didn't ask, because he didn't know how to answer at that time. It was just that when he looked at her at this moment, he suddenly thought of the answer.
Maybe it’s because some people are born to be another person, a gentle and healing medicine.
…
It was already past ten o'clock in the evening when she arrived at the hotel. The first show of the tour was tomorrow night, so she had to take good care of her skin and rest today.
She was still a little dazed when the man woke her up, until the car door was opened and the wind blew, making her a little more awake. The man wrapped the blanket around her and half-wrapped her in his arms.
She walked a little slowly, her brain starting to work again, thinking about the events that happened before she fell asleep.
As she thought about it, she thought about the album. Her steps suddenly softened. Fortunately, the man's hand on her waist supported her and asked with lowered eyebrows, "What's wrong?"
She moved her ankle uncomfortably, lowered her head to take off one of her high heels, and found something wrong.
"I tripped over something and broke my heel."
The man was about to speak, but she pursed her lips and stared at him with her wet eyes: "It's all your fault."
Pei Hanzhou:?
Is this also his fault?
"If you hadn't played the CD, I wouldn't have recognized myself. If I hadn't recognized it was me, I wouldn't have wasted my energy to confirm and discuss it with you," the man who was still dazed a moment ago suddenly became alert, talking very quickly and logically, "If I weren't tired, I wouldn't have fallen asleep. If I hadn't fallen asleep, I wouldn't be confused when I woke up. If I hadn't been confused, my shoes wouldn't be--"
"Okay," Pei Hanzhou had to interrupt and admit in time to save his ears, "It's all my fault."
She hummed, "So?"
Pei Hanzhou moved his fingers: "...and why?"
"Oh." She licked the corner of her lips with the tip of her tongue and looked at the words "Shuiju Tianzhou" lit up in the distance. "So you mean to let your wife limp like this, maybe even stagger barefoot, back to the hotel, right?"
Pei Hanzhou: “…”
So just wait for him here.
The man stretched out his hands, clasped her waist with one hand, and moved the other hand to her leg, and picked her up sideways.
She took off her high heels, half-lifted them in her hand, and praised with a curl of her lips: "Admitting one's mistakes and correcting them is the greatest virtue."
After arriving at the hotel, she first took out various instruments and gave herself skin care for more than two hours. Then she quickly climbed into bed. When she turned sideways, she saw her shoes and couldn't help but sigh: "I only brought a pair of high heels. I can only wear flats to the concert tomorrow."
Pei Hanzhou was still reading a book. Hearing this, he asked, "Is it time for the performance?"
"Those are for performances, so I have to wear casual clothes when I go there." She pulled the quilt and said, "Forget it, flat bottoms are flat bottoms. Don't think about it, go to sleep."
When she woke up the next day, the man had left. This was within her expectations, after all, he was always busy with work.
She told Xiao Nuan about the high heels, and Xiao Nuan had gone straight to the counter this morning to help her choose shoes. Now she sent her a few pictures and asked her which pair she liked.
She sent it to the group to ask for everyone's opinions.
Sheng Qianye and Ji Ning had the same choice as hers, so Lin Luosang chose that picture and forwarded it to Xiao Nuan: [This pair is fine.]
Xiaonuan: [odk. 】
After choosing the shoes, Sheng Qianye asked her again: [Where are you? Haven't you reached the backstage yet?]
Lin Luosang rubbed his neck: [At the hotel, I'll be there later.]
Sheng Qianye: [Still in the Water Dwelling Heavenly Boat?]
【yes. 】
Sheng Qianye made a request: [Are you free? Could you please livestream your husband's deserted hotel for me?]
Then Lin Luosang live-broadcasted the room to her while brushing his teeth. After washing his face, he went upstairs to show her the various entertainment facilities. Finally, he walked around and returned to the room.
Sheng Qianye praised it from the other side of the video: "Yes, it's so luxurious, with everything you need, and the decoration is also very beautiful."
Lin Luosang, who had just finished his breakfast and was mixing his salad dressing, replied objectively, "Yes, and the robot recognition is quite accurate. Sometimes it's embarrassing to bother the staff in a hotel, but I don't feel that way here."
"You can be considered a winner in life, right?" Sheng Qianye counted on his fingers for her, "Your husband is rich, your career is successful, your marriage is happy, and you've achieved your small goals... Oh, you don't have any small goals."
Sheng Qianye still remembers that at the wedding, he told her about his small goal of earning 100 million yuan, and how did Lin Luosang respond at that time?
"It's a small goal indeed. I feel like I'll be on the Forbes celebrity list tomorrow. People like Pei Hanzhou are only fit to carry my shoes."
“…”
Soon, Lin Luosang thought of what he had said before based on the keyword "small goals".
"Yes, there is." She explained her inner thoughts to Sheng Qianye, "It's okay to ask Pei Hanzhou to carry my shoes."
Sheng Qianye found it difficult to express his thoughts at the moment with words or expressions, and he puzzledly gave her a question mark in the dialog box.
"Your Chinese dream is truly amazing. Otherwise, you should just go to bed. It's more important to be awake. You have a concert tonight."
Lin Luosang leaned back slowly, completely oblivious to everything around him. He was completely absorbed in his own world. He squinted his eyes in satisfaction and said, "Now I have money, fame, and I'm quite popular. My concert tickets are selling well—"
"So when exactly will Pei Hanzhou come to carry my shoes?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she noticed from her camera that the door behind her had opened...
Before she could think about it, Pei Hanzhou walked up to her with a pair of limited edition Jimmy Choo shoes and said in a deep voice with an expressionless face:
"Right now."
“…”
Sheng Qianye on the other end of the line quickly hung up with a beep, leaving Lin Luosang alone to face this shameful car accident. She licked her lips and wanted to say something, but was caught off guard when she saw the man leaning over and pinching her ankle.
His fingertips were warm as he held her ankles, which were a little cold from the air conditioning. She couldn't help but shiver slightly, and her whole body froze in place because of his sudden movement.
The man took out a shoe from the box, held her ankle and carefully put it on her.
The shoes are very beautiful and comfortable. The diamonds are spread from the upper to the heel. With a slight movement, you can see the flowing light pouring down, and even the circles of arcs are dazzling and eye-catching.
Her lips moved: "How much did you hear?"
"Not much."
She took a breath.
Pei Hanzhou: "But I heard everything about the shoe-carrying part."
“…”
"Could you please stop panting when you speak?"
The man smiled and reached out to pull her up: "Try it."
She has a thin instep, so many shoes would be too big for her, but she didn't expect this pair to be the perfect size in almost every way.
Lin Luosang stepped on it twice more, his eyebrows slightly raised: "It fits perfectly."
"Of course," the man said, not surprised. "How can it be any different if it's custom-made?"
"Custom-made?" She paused, then looked up. "Then why did you go out so early this morning? Were you going to pick up the shoes?"
"Um."
He had originally planned to give it to her as a closing gift for her concert, but her high heels broke prematurely, so his gift had to be unpacked in advance.
When Lin Luosang heard this, he suddenly felt that he was so unromantic with his mind full of shoes, and he couldn't help but defend himself: "That's not what I meant just now..."
"I know," Pei Hanzhou said, "you don't mean to insult me."
She nodded frantically, "Yes, yes, yes..."
"You just thought I couldn't hear."
“…”
"Are you dressed?" The man flexed his arms. "Let's go. The car is waiting downstairs."
She subconsciously held onto him, and after taking a few steps, she looked up: "Where are you going?"
"I'll go with you to prepare."
The man had an entire day reserved for her, and while she was getting her hair and makeup done, he kept an eye on her things.
Today is the first show, so the song of the same name "Capsule Train" she prepared for the concert was also released at ten o'clock in the morning.
What's different about this song is that not only did she write the lyrics, compose the music, and arrange the music, but even the recording, mixing, and guitar work were all under her name, with no one else involved. Even the director and screenwriter section of the concert promotional video listed the three words "Lin Luosang."
She has studied for three years, and now it is time to give her own answer.
"Capsule Train" reached the top of the rising list not long after it was launched. Many people were also sharing Lin Luosang's way of making money on the hot search. She didn't understand why, so she felt strange and clicked in to take a look.
Many people brought screenshots of her independently completed works from songs to videos, and captioned them for her: "Make your own money and leave others with no money to make."
He even made a bunch of emoticons for her saying "I am rich because I can make my own money". Even Yue Hui couldn't help but save a few of them and sent them to Lin Luosang.
She laughed silently as she looked at the trending search, but joy and satisfaction spread in her heart.
At 6:30, the fans entered the venue on time. They were completely unaware of the capsule gift boxes that were given away at the concert. After opening them with confusion, they were even more surprised.
There were so many things that it was impossible to count them all. The super topic exploded. Every post showing support items would receive at least fifty "I'm so jealous" comments. Lin Luosang could even hear intermittent screams in the background.
Even entertainment accounts couldn't help but copy posts from Lin Luosang's super topic -
[This is incredible! Lin Luosang's concert tickets are priced from 2,000 to 600. Every seat comes with a Tiffany bracelet, a custom-made one. No matter how you calculate it, it's going to be several thousand. Is this a concert? This is making money! !]
Fans who were not at the scene arrived at the battlefield within three seconds, begging for a chance to live:
[Stop posting! If you keep posting, even non-fans will want to grab tickets. How can fans still get tickets? Delete this, delete it immediately, please.]
I don't want a bracelet, I just want tickets for the extra show. God, did you hear my wish? Fat Cat Crying.jpg
[Wow, I've only ever known fans cheering for their idols, but it turns out idols can also do beautiful reverse cheers. Such a beautiful double arrow, I cried so loudly.]
…
The concert began amid everyone's cheers, anticipation and envy.
She selected ten tracks from her three albums, and the rest were popular songs that had appeared in competitions. Of course, she did not sing the old songs directly. She also made many interesting adaptations, switching between singing and dancing and slow songs freely, which caused screams from the audience and the flash lights never stopped for a second.
The last song, "Cinnabar," was a chorus of the entire audience. The singing echoed in the stadium of more than 10,000 people. The fans' singing skills were all online. She even waved and joked before leaving the stage: "Next time, you can form a girl group. I will be your mentor."
Naturally, you will be surrounded by people.
The end at this moment is not the real end, because the concert will have an encore, and as long as the fans cheer loud enough, the singer will come back.
Lin Luosang knew that they would definitely cheer loudly, and sure enough, during the ten minutes that she was putting on makeup and changing clothes, the thunderous cheers from the audience did not stop for a second.
So she stepped on the elevator and appeared again. The audience was waving light sticks. Lin Luosang picked up a guitar from the side of the stage and said, "This time, I'm going to sing a new song that hasn't been released yet."
The fans were of course happy to do so. Before they could even scream, they heard her say, "Before I sing this song, let me introduce someone sitting in the audience to you all."
After she snapped her fingers, the photographer received the signal and the camera turned in anticipation.
The man's face appeared in the center of the big screen.
The whole audience was boiling.
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