The call ended, and Xu Qingyan was still a bit bewildered.
What does "Hmm" an? Did it an he had explained himself clearly or not? After pondering over it, he tapped on Pei Muchan's profile picture.
[You tapped "my little head" and then turned into a pig!]
Xu: ???
He wanted to retract the tap, but noticed Pei Muchan was typing... He waited patiently for a while, only to find out no ssage ca through. What gives?
Being left hanging when soone is "typing" can be really maddening.
Swiping his fingers across the screen a couple of tis, he pulled down the background apps, and there was a pile of junk notifications. He casually poked the x button, and the background instantly cleaned up.
Just as he was inwardly pleased with himself, his phone buzzed with a new ssage. He was caught off guard by the sudden alert, seeing the notification bar flashing.
[Pei Muchan has transferred a sum of money to you]
Xu Qingyan was stunned by the ssage, scrambling to view the pop-up notification. He stared at it for a while without clicking on it, wondering what money she had transferred?
Two hundred thousand? Hadn't they said it wouldn't co through so fast? And besides, if there was a transfer, it would be directly deposited into the studio's account.
But when he checked, it wasn't two hundred thousand.
Underneath the ssage notification about turning into a pig, there was a transfer of 250 yuan from Pei Muchan.
Xu Qingyan quickly typed out a ssage and sent it, "What for?"
Again, the other person was in the middle of typing, but this ti it didn't take too long.
"To beco a pig."
Fuck, Xu Qingyan leaned back, sprawling into the sofa. Holding the phone for a bit, he eventually reached out for the remote and lowered the air conditioning a few degrees.
He couldn't help but accept the 250 yuan.
If turning into a pig ant having money, then so be it. Life is short and I'm both lazy and a slob; it's a perfect match.
Lounging around for a while, it got to half-past nine. He hadn't touched the phone the show's production team gave him in ages, the pulse ssages had also been canceled.
The production team embraced a more novel approach, writing letters.
The production team gave everyone two evenings and would collect all letters on the fifth day, which is tomorrow. The staff would then sort them and deliver them to the guests.
He couldn't be bothered to write, so he just set it aside.
Annoying as hell, the production team always likes to spark so love interest. He's about to explode already, and they're still staging this crap; they must want to roast him on a fire.
Despite needing to work hard and show dedication to his job, deep down he wished he could broaden his path. Heartthrob wasn't that important, but a new song was.
Flirting is too cheap and breaks easily; talent is eternal. To bring excellent music back to the light, for it to be recognized by more people, and to make so money on the side.
After scratching out two hours of introduction, he finally had a rough outline. The process was tough, but progress was visibly made, and for the first ti, he managed to play it through coherently.
He recorded it a few tis and sent it straight to Pei Muchan. She received the file, saying she would take another look, and instructed the studio to get ready to record it in the next episode.
Xu Qingyan looked up and realized it was already half past eleven. He rembered he hadn't sent "The Nostalgia I Long For" to Lin Wanzhou. Guessing that Lin might be asleep, he hesitated for a bit but sent over the recording anyway.
"I haven't written the sheet music yet, just ca up with the lody and lyrics—it's only a short part. Take a look, and if you like it, we can discuss it once the sheets are ready."
He didn't ntion that he didn't know how to write music. There was no need to announce that to everyone. With Pei Muchan, it was out of necessity—he needed soone to pull him through the basics. Otherwise, it wasn't necessary to say.
The world is essentially a big makeshift troupe, and with three acts under his belt, he had the audacity to perform onstage.
After sending the ssage, he tossed his phone aside and drank so water to soothe his throat. He had wanted to eat sothing, but was too exhausted, so he simply went back to his room and crashed into bed.
....
Lin Wanzhou woke up in the middle of the night.
After dinner, she had recorded with the show's crew for a while, and after returning to her room, she had waited for a long ti. Qi Ting had been on the phone with her until it got so hot.
Later, she didn't know how she had fallen asleep, but when she woke up, she found the air conditioner blowing directly at her head and sat up in a daze for quite so ti. Her throat was dry, and her head felt heavy.
Feeling for her phone, she realized it was out of battery.
Lethargically, she charged her phone and leaned against the headboard, her eyes slightly squinted.
After a good while, she finally pressed the power button, and the instant the network signal connected, several ssages popped up. She glanced at the ti—3:30 in the morning.
The room was brightly lit, and she was in a daze for a mont before coming back to her senses. She turned off the air conditioner and sat on the edge of the bed, checking the ssages on her phone one by one. Qi Ting had sent several stickers.
Asking if she had fallen asleep and reminding her to rember to cover herself with the blanket.
She thought to herself, the reminder was too late. She felt her forehead, and it was sowhat hot. Thinking that she still had to shoot the show the next day, she couldn't afford to let work be delayed, hoping only that Qi Ting hadn't slept like the dead.
"Ting Ting, I think I might have a cold."
After sending this ssage, she exited the interface. If Qi Ting was asleep, there was nothing she could do; she'd only be able to talk about it the next morning.
Suddenly, she saw that Xu Qingyan had sent a ssage, the last one being, "If you like it, wait until the score cos out...."
The score?
He seed to have ntioned sothing about a new song, but Lin Wanzhou didn't mind whether the quality of the song was good or bad. Regardless, she just wanted another topic of conversation with Xu Qingyan.
She had previously noticed that he seed to be taking music theory lessons, but his level might just be that of a beginner.
So people learn music theory before writing songs, while others do the opposite, writing songs before learning music theory.
Lin Wanzhou thought that Xu Qingyan must be one of the latter, otherwise Pei Muchan's personality would not likely let her buy a song—she wasn't soone to act on impulse. It must be a good song for her to consider buying it.
If Pei Muchan could buy it, why couldn't she?
Scrolling up, she discovered that Xu Qingyan had sent her a recording file. The internet was a bit slow, and she opened it to find the loading circle going round and round.
This must be the new song. After it finished loading, she noticed it was only forty seconds long. She thought about it and then added it to her favorites.
Lin Wanzhou didn't have high expectations for this recording; generally speaking, hit songs are not produced en masse. Since Pei Muchan had bought one, this song was likely one of the leftovers.
But even so, she would still want it.
She had previously thought about collecting his voice. Like stacking little stars into a glass jar, she hoped to have a voice canning that belonged only to herself in this world.
There were many people in the world, but Xu Qingyan was the most special one to her.
Because....
As she played the recording, the sound of breathing was amplified, and her heart instantly raced higher. His voice had a noticeable graininess from being slightly pressurized, and the magnetic resonance at the end was sandy and pleasant to hear.
There was no prelude, it was purely a cappella.
"Why am I no longer your happiness?"
Xu Qingyan's singing was very good, and his breath control steady. Lin Wanzhou could tell this wasn't the beginning of the song. It must be a snippet from the middle, catchy and with comfortable lyrics.
It sounded like a sad love song, like the whispers of parted lovers.
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