Chapter 441: Chapter 258: The Mother-in-law Finds Her Son-in-law More Pleasing to the Eye as She Keeps Looking _2
Even after reaching adulthood without being beaten, a conditioned reflex had still ford. As for a rebellious phase… what a joke, it never existed.
“This… My little sister didn’t want it ntioned, she… she said she didn’t want to worry you, Dad.” In his desperation, Pei Zhengnian forcefully squeezed out an excuse.
Under their father’s scrutinizing gaze, which resembled that of a judge interrogating a criminal, the eldest resignedly closed his eyes. The excuse was too flimsy; his little sister never took such things into account.
However, to his surprise, Pei Huaiyi said nothing. He just hunched his back, stood up, and without a word returned to his room with his teacup in hand.
Watching his father’s bent back, Pei Zhengnian beca sowhat startled.
In his mory, their father always stood tall like a pine tree, his voice booming like a bugle call.
He had heard uncles say that his father had seen so action in his early years. He always led the charge on missions, but for so reason, he retired and ca back.
Now, he suddenly realized that his father was already in his fifties.
Inside the room, the hunched figure of his father straightened his back as soon as the door closed. Pei Huaiyi pulled out his phone, searching with so confusion for a long ti.
Not sure how to do it, he got all sorts of search results. He stumbled onto a video by accident and saw the guy next to his daughter.
“Xu… what Xu?”
Living room.
“Xu Qingyan, I know him; I ca across him recently,” Pei Yanwen said.
“The songs my little sister has released lately seem to be all written by him; they must be business partners. There was a song ‘Blue and White Porcelain’ a while ago that was quite good.”
“So he’s a songwriter; that’s good, at least he’s not into anything ssy.” The eldest son’s wife chid in, “We’ll speak to Dad again; there shouldn’t be a problem.”
“If Xiao Chan likes him, let him take so kind of examination to get into the TV station. That’s all,” said Madam He, sitting gracefully on the sofa.
“That old stickler, your dad, he just cares about face. Right now, who knows if he’s in his room mulling over how to check out Xiao Chan’s future partner’s background.”
Hearing this, Pei Zhengnian felt sowhat embarrassed; he couldn’t take the bait on that comnt, so he asked.
“The guy’s na is… Xu Qingyan, right?”
“Yes.”
He typed in the search bar, “Yanwen, which ‘yan’ was it?”
“The ‘yan’ from ‘huoyan’ (fla). You can just search it directly; he’s pretty famous.” His cousin Pei Yanwen said with a smile, “Big brother, you and uncle are busy with work and don’t really pay attention to this stuff.”
“Oh, okay.”
Pei Zhengnian clicked in and was montarily startled by the first entry. The related term for Xu Qingyan was actually the Spring Festival Gala; he thought there had been so mistake.
Scrolling down, he discovered the second article by a self-dia platform was… [The youngest chief creator of the Spring Festival Gala…]. The rest of the text was obscured.
This was a typical self-dia clickbait title, like [Just Released Notice, Mobile Phones Outdated, Pants Outdated…], or [Man Sneaks into Nunnery at Midnight, Shaless…].
Although Pei Zhengnian didn’t want to click, his hand was faster than his brain, and the article popped up a second later; the first line read [Chang’an venue chief creator… Xu Qingyan.]
“Hmm?”
“What is it?” Pei Yanwen asked curiously.
“Yanwen is calling you, what are you spacing out for?” The eldest’s wife approached him, leaned in to take a look, “What are you looking at so… ”
“Why the silence?” Pei Yanwen also walked over, stood beside the eldest, and just after one glance, he too beca sowhat stunned.
Their less talkative uncle also raised his head out of curiosity, not understanding what the three of them were up to. They stood there silent, like playing a ga of dumb charades.
Madam He, who was watching the Spring Festival Gala on the sofa, also felt uncomfortable and turned to look at them.
“Speak if you have sothing to say.”
“Aunt He.” Pei Zhengnian looked up, incredulity written on his face.
He had always called her ‘Aunt He,’ having done so since he was little. Pei Huaiyi and Madam He had never forced him to change it, as it was difficult to steer a grown child.
“What’s wrong?”
“That Xu Qingyan is… the one we just watched, one of the chief creators at the Chang’an venue, it seems to be that program, sothing about a poem.”
Pei Yanwen felt an even stronger shock; he had scrolled through so short videos and knew a bit about Xu Qingyan’s background – the guy was an amateur just six months ago.
Initially thinking that gaining a foothold in the music industry within half a year was astonishing enough, who would have thought that Xu Qingyan had joined the Spring Festival Gala’s chief creators, even if just for a branch venue.
What’s more important is… that the branch venue’s program was a huge success, its popularity was a done deal.
As a mber of the Pei Family, he naturally hoped that his little sister would find a good match. But a good match wasn’t supposed to be a phenonal aberration, why this sudden change in style?
If Xu Qingyan were only a music and lyric genius, that would still be normal; the world is so big there are bound to be so exceptionally gifted people, those born with a love of songwriting.
But being a chief creator for the Spring Festival Gala isn’t sothing you can achieve by writing songs alone; it’s not just about talent but also about experience. It requires not only ability but also access.
For Xu Qingyan, a newcor who joined the industry just six months ago, how could his songwriting create any access?
“Spring Festival Gala chief creator?” Madam He on the sofa who was absentmindedly watching the Gala perked up, turned her head with a look of astonishnt, “The Chang’an branch venue for the Spring Festival Gala?”
“Yes.” Pei Zhengnian nodded.
“But he’s only been in the industry for half a year with seemingly no background,” Pei Yanwen inhaled sharply, “how did he get into the team of chief creators for the Spring Festival Gala?”
“Who cares, isn’t this a good thing?” Madam He said.
“How did he do it?” Pei Yanwen murmured, “Xiao Chan didn’t tell us, where did she find this guy… The Spring Festival Gala isn’t sothing an ordinary person participates in.”
“Why don’t we… ask Xiao Chan?” Pei Zhengnian suggested.
“Let’s ask.”
…..
Chang’an, backstage at the Spring Festival Gala.
The live broadcast of the program was already complete, and what remained was the recording of other programs. As for what other programs entailed, anything beyond the seven-minute segnt of the branch venue was considered other programs.
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