After I died, they cried in the live studio

Chapter 136

Saixi frowned and stirred the drink in her cup thoughtfully: "This is too strange. Sang Jiuyue and President Qi have known each other for many years, and we have only known them for a short time, so we don't know much about Sang Jiuyue's past. But from the contact we have had during this period, her character is impeccable. Could it be that your friend was unhappy about being rejected by you and deliberately found an excuse to vent his anger?"

Tangtang sighed helplessly: "I have thought about this possibility, but he said it so confidently that I still have some doubts in my heart. And if the things he said were to spread out, it would have a significant impact on Sang Jiuyue's reputation." Saixi patted Tangtang on the shoulder: "Let's not make blind guesses for now. Wait until the next time you see Sang Jiuyue, find a suitable opportunity and ask her tactfully. Maybe she can explain it to us clearly, and it can also put your mind at ease."

Tangtang nodded: "It can only be done this way. Speaking of which, what was Sang Jiuyue's situation in the entertainment industry before? When we met her, she had already retired behind the scenes." Saixi recalled some rumors she had heard in the fashion circle before: "I heard that she was very popular in the entertainment industry back then, with good acting skills and won some important awards. Later, she suddenly announced that she would retire behind the scenes. It seems that not many people know the specific reason. But I think that since she has known a strong woman like President Qi for many years and has such a good relationship with her, she must have her strengths. President Qi has a very poisonous eye for people. If Sang Jiuyue really has problems, she will definitely not have a close relationship with her."

As they were talking, a seagull flew low overhead, making a crisp cry. Tangtang looked at the direction where the seagull flew away, her thoughts drifting away: "I hope this is just a misunderstanding. I like Sang Jiuyue very much, and I don't want to have a bad impression of her because of other people's one-sided words." Saixi smiled and comforted: "Don't worry, the truth will always come out. Maybe when we find out, we will find that your friend is just talking nonsense. Come on, don't think about these troubles, and have some dessert. Such delicious food, don't let it go to waste."

So, the two of them turned their attention back to the dessert. Tangtang picked up a macaron and took a bite. The crispy crust and the sweet filling blended in her mouth, bringing a wonderful taste. Saixi scooped a large spoonful of ice cream and stuffed it into her mouth, feeling the coolness spreading on the tip of her tongue. While enjoying the food, they gradually relaxed.

At this time, more and more people were on the beach. Children were playing and laughing on the beach, building sand castles; young couples were walking hand in hand along the coastline; and some people were sweating on the beach volleyball court. Saixi and Tangtang looked at the lively scene in front of them, and occasionally they were infected by the joyful atmosphere around them, temporarily forgetting their worries about Sang Jiuyue, and laughed happily from time to time.

After a while, Tangtang suddenly remembered something and said, "Saixie, what do you think Sang Jiuyue and President Qi are busy with now? They are in such a hurry to go back, they must have important work to do." Saixi shrugged, "Who knows, President Qi's company has such a wide range of business. Although Sang Jiuyue has retreated behind the scenes, she may also be helping her deal with some matters related to the entertainment industry. Strong women like them have a different pace of life from us."

Tangtang said with some envy: "I also want to have a career that I love, as busy and fulfilling as them. Although I am the daughter of a wealthy family, I always feel that I can't rely on my family all my life, I have to do something meaningful." Saixi encouraged: "You can do it. Aren't you very interested in fashion? You can consider developing in this area. With your aesthetic taste and resources, you may be able to make a name for yourself." Tangtang's eyes lit up: "You are right, why didn't I think of it. After this vacation is over, I will start to prepare and learn some professional knowledge first."

The two of them became more and more excited as they talked. The topic gradually shifted from the rumors about Sang Jiuyue to Tangtang's future career plan. They shared their thoughts and aspirations with each other. Unknowingly, the sun had gradually set, and the sky was stained with a gorgeous sunset glow, which made the entire beach look like a dream. Saixi and Tangtang looked at the beautiful scenery in front of them, and their hearts were full of expectations for the future. At the same time, they secretly decided that when they returned to the city, they must find out everything about Sang Jiuyue and not let unfounded rumors destroy this precious friendship.

Sang Jiuyue and Mr. Qi walked side by side towards the car. The sea breeze was like a naughty child, stirring Sang Jiuyue's short hair. Her hair was flying wildly. Her face seemed calm, but her eyes were filled with worries that were difficult to conceal. Every step she took on the soft sand was like dragging a heavy burden, and her footprints were deeply sunken.

After getting into the car, Sang Jiuyue carefully took out a small receiver from her hidden pocket. The receiver was only the size of a palm, square, and made of cold metal. The sound wave curves of the conversation between Saixi and Tangtang were jumping on the dark blue screen. In the dim environment of the car, the blue light seemed particularly mysterious, dimly illuminating her slightly pale face. Her fingers gently stroked the edge of the receiver, and the delicate touch came from her fingertips. Her brows unconsciously frowned, and her nails scratched the metal shell, making a subtle "sizzling" sound.

"Still worried?" President Qi sat in the driver's seat and inserted the car key skillfully. The engine roared softly, breaking the brief silence. She tilted her head slightly, her eyes accurately swept to the device in Sang Jiuyue's hand, her voice was soft but with a sense of confidence that she knew everything.

Sang Jiuyue did not respond immediately, but stared at the screen intently, the faint blue light flickering in her eyes. It was not until Tangtang mentioned the male friend who spoke nonsense after his confession was rejected that a bitter smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. The smile was full of helplessness, as if she had heard an extremely absurd joke, but could not laugh. "I'm afraid that Tangtang will have an opinion of me after hearing those nonsense." Her voice was very soft, as if she was afraid of disturbing the tranquility in the car, and as if she was afraid of facing a possible bad situation. While speaking, her fingers slid lightly on the screen, amplifying the sound of the conversation. Every syllable was picked out by her from the noisy background sound, carefully examined, and did not miss any details.

When she heard Tangtang firmly defend herself, Sang Jiuyue's originally dim eyes flashed with a touch of emotion. The light was like a strong beam of light, shining directly into the softest corner of her heart. Her tense shoulders also relaxed, and the hand that was originally tightly holding the receiver slowly loosened. The knuckles turned white due to long-term force, and only now gradually regained their former rosy color. She exhaled gently, and the breath seemed to be wrapped with a big stone that had been pressing on her heart for a long time, and with this exhalation, it completely dissipated. Then, she decisively pressed the off button, and the crisp "click" sound was particularly clear in the car, as if it was an end to the worries in the past. She threw the receiver out of the car window and watched it draw an arc in the air. In the reflection of the sun, the receiver flashed and finally fell into the grass on the side of the road. The grass swayed slightly as it fell, and the leaves rubbed against each other, making a slight rustling sound, and soon returned to calm, as if silently guarding this secret.

While driving attentively, Mr. Qi smiled and said, "I told you before, don't worry too much. Tangtang is simple and kind, unlike others. She is sincere to you, and we must grasp her well. Moreover, her family's resources will also be of great help to our subsequent cooperation plans." While Mr. Qi was speaking, his eyes were always fixed steadily on the road ahead, his hands firmly holding the steering wheel, his bony fingers lightly resting on the steering wheel, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was full of confidence and calmness, as if everything was under her control.

Sang Jiuyue nodded slightly, looking at the scenery that was receding outside the window. Outside the car window, the azure sky was like a huge sapphire, without a trace of impurities. A few white cotton candy-like clouds floated lazily, changing into various wonderful shapes. The sun shone through the clouds, forming golden beams of light, covering the earth with a layer of dreamy golden gauze. The mountains in the distance were rolling, like a sleeping dragon. The lush trees on the mountains were like scales on the dragon's body, flashing green light under the sun, and contrasting with the coastline, forming a beautiful picture. She said seriously: "I understand that the previous messy rumors were ultimately unwarranted speculation by the outside world. From today on, I have to really leave a good impression on Tangtang and not let her down." When Sang Jiuyue spoke, her eyes were as firm as the brightest stars in the night sky, and her hands unconsciously clenched into fists and placed on her legs, as if cheering herself up.

President Qi tilted his head slightly and looked at Sang Jiuyue with encouragement and trust in his eyes: "The past is over. Your current abilities and character are what matter most. Next, let's plan a cooperation project with Tangtang, which will not only help her realize her career ideas, but also expand our own territory." After President Qi finished speaking, he turned his gaze back to the road, his fingers tapping lightly on the steering wheel, making a rhythmic "click" sound, as if he was thinking about future plans, and constantly outlining a blueprint for cooperation in his mind.

Sang Jiuyue took a deep breath, sat up straight, and her eyes were full of determination: "Yes, I will. This vacation made me more aware of how important it is to treat people sincerely. No matter what I face in the future, I will treat others with sincerity." She sat up straight, with her shoulders slightly tilted back, as if she was solemnly bidding farewell to the haze of the past, and as if she was bravely welcoming a new beginning. Her straight back showed her determination, and her eyes revealed her expectations for the future.

The car sped along the road, the sun shone on the car body, reflecting a warm halo. The palm trees on the roadside quickly retreated, the tall trunks and leaves swaying in the wind seemed to make way for their enthusiasm to move forward. The shadows of the palm trees quickly passed on the ground, like the brushstrokes of time writing stories on the earth. Sang Jiuyue silently made a promise in her heart to face Tangtang and everything in the future with a new attitude.

Meanwhile, on the still bustling beach, Ceci and Tangtang were still enjoying desserts and leisure time. On the small table in front of them, there was a dazzling array of exquisite desserts. The strawberry mousse was gorgeous, with red strawberries dotted on the white mousse, like rubies inlaid on a cream cake; the mango mille-feuille exuded a rich fruity aroma, with thick mango pulp and cream sandwiched between the layers of pancakes, and every bite was full of the sweetness of tropical fruits; and the ice cream, the spherical ice cream was drizzled with chocolate sauce, and there were colorful sugar beads on the side, which sparkled with an attractive luster under the sunshine.

With a small spoon in her hand, Saixi scooped a big mouthful of ice cream and stuffed it into her mouth. The cool taste made her squint her eyes and let out a satisfied "hmm". She turned her head to look at Tangtang and found that Tangtang was staring at the sea in a daze, so she gently touched her with her arm: "Tangtang, what are you thinking about? Try this, it's delicious." Tangtang came back to her senses, smiled, picked up a piece of strawberry mousse, and took a bite. The delicate mousse spread in her mouth, but the sweet taste failed to dispel the worries in her heart.

"Saisi, I'm still a little worried about Sang Jiuyue. Although I believe her, what my friend said is still like a thorn in my heart." Tangtang put down the dessert in her hand, frowned slightly, and revealed a trace of confusion in her eyes. Saixi put down the spoon and looked at Tangtang seriously: "Tangtang, don't think too much. We have been with Sang Jiuyue for so long, we know what kind of person she is. Your friend may be unhappy because he was rejected by you, so he said nonsense on purpose."

Tangtang sighed, "I know that might be the case, but those words still make me think about it. We don't really know much about Sang Jiuyue's past in the entertainment industry. What if..." Saixi interrupted her, "There's no what if. Look how good Sang Jiuyue is to us. She always arranges everything for us every time we go out to play, and she's always the first to help us if we have any difficulties. If she's really like what your friend said, how could she be so sincere to us?"

Tangtang nodded after hearing this, and her mood improved a little: "You are right, I think too much. I should trust my own judgment and also trust Sang Jiuyue." Saixi smiled and patted Tangtang on the shoulder: "That's right. Come on, don't think about these unhappy things, eat more desserts, such good sunshine, such a beautiful beach, we have to enjoy it."

So, the two of them turned their attention back to the dessert. Tangtang picked up a macaron and took a bite. The crispy crust and the sweet filling blended in her mouth, bringing a wonderful taste that made her smile again. Saixi scooped a large spoonful of ice cream and stuffed it into her mouth, feeling the coolness spreading on the tip of her tongue, and her eyes narrowed into slits. While enjoying the food, their moods gradually relaxed.

At this time, more and more people came to the beach, and it was very lively. Children were laughing and playing on the beach. Some of them took small shovels and buckets and concentrated on building sand castles. Sand castles of various shapes were born in their hands, including castles, palaces, and various strange buildings; young lovers walked along the coastline hand in hand, their shadows stretched out in the afterglow of the sunset, and sometimes they stopped to snuggle up to each other and admire the beautiful sea view; some people were sweating on the beach volleyball court, and the volleyball flew back and forth in the air, accompanied by their shouts and laughter, full of vitality.

Saixi and Tangtang looked at the lively scene in front of them, and were occasionally infected by the joyful atmosphere around them, temporarily forgetting their worries about Sang Jiuyue, and laughing happily from time to time. The sunlight gradually became soft, coating the entire beach with a layer of gold, and the waves still beat the coast rhythmically, making a pleasant sound, as if playing an eternal movement.

On the top floor of an art building in a bustling city district, there is a highly anticipated violin classroom. Sunlight pours in through the huge French windows, casting a golden glow over the entire classroom. Portraits of music masters of past dynasties hang on the walls, and they seem to be gazing at every student who enters the classroom with deep eyes. The air is filled with a faint scent of pine resin, mixed with the faint sound of the piano, creating a solemn and artistic environment.

Sang Jiuyue walked into the classroom in a simple, slim-fitting black dress with elegant steps. The dress fits her body perfectly, outlining her curves and highlighting her cool temperament. Her short hair is neat and tidy, swaying slightly as she walks. The violin in her hand has been her best friend for many years. The body of the violin is made of fine wood and has a warm luster, as if silently telling the story of countless wonderful performances in the past. She gently placed the violin on her shoulder and adjusted the strings. Her slender and white fingers moved flexibly on the strings, and the test sound was short and crisp, like the chirping of birds in the morning, echoing in the classroom.

At this moment, the door of the classroom was pushed open from the outside, and a breeze blew in, blowing up several pieces of music on the ground. Sang Shuwan appeared at the door. She was wearing a white chiffon dress with a light skirt that fluttered slightly with her movements, like a blooming lily. As a popular superstar, she has countless fans and attracts attention wherever she goes. At this moment, her long and smooth hair hung behind her, adding a bit of gentle temperament. However, the moment her eyes touched Sang Jiuyue, her originally gentle eyes instantly became as sharp as an eagle, like two cold and shining blades, shooting straight at Sang Jiuyue.

Sang Jiuyue seemed to sense something and slowly raised her head, and their eyes met in the air. In an instant, the lively conversation in the classroom seemed to be cut off by an invisible big hand, and it became quiet in an instant. The other students noticed this strange atmosphere and cast curious glances. They didn't understand what kind of story there was between these two women with outstanding temperaments. There was a hint of indifference and disdain in Sang Jiuyue's eyes, and Sang Shuwan's eyes were burning with hostility, and the strong aura seemed to ignite the surrounding air.

Standing on the podium was Albert, the world's top violin master. He was over 50 years old, with gray hair and deep wrinkles carved on his face by the years, but his eyes were still bright, shining with his persistent love for music. He took it all in, shook his head slightly, and a helpless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He has been working in the field of music for many years and has many students all over the world. Naturally, he has heard about the irreconcilable hatred between Sang Jiuyue and Sang Shuwan. He knew that the conflict between the two was deep-rooted, but he still hoped that music could be a bridge for their reconciliation, but this hope now seemed very slim. He could only sigh secretly in his heart and cough lightly, trying to break this awkward situation.

"Okay, everyone, be quiet, and start practicing today." Teacher Albert's voice was deep and magnetic, with a power that made people want to obey involuntarily. The students came back to their senses, picked up the piano, and began to tune. Sang Jiuyue and Sang Shuwan also turned around and returned to their seats. Following the teacher's command, the sound of violins rang out in the classroom, interweaving into a beautiful movement. But the sound of Sang Jiuyue and Sang Shuwan's piano seemed to carry their own emotions, one cold and aloof, the other passionate and enthusiastic, which seemed out of place in this harmonious melody.

Days passed by in intense and fulfilling practice, and the upcoming group competition was like a heavy cloud, hanging over the hearts of every student. The members of Sang Jiuyue's group were all doing their best for the competition. On this day, during the group rehearsal, it was Sang Shuwan's turn to be responsible for a key melody. She took a deep breath and focused all her attention on the piano in her hand. The bow was slowly pulled on the strings, and the notes flowed out like a gurgling stream. She played with dedication and concentration, trying to interpret this melody to perfection. However, Sang Jiuyue stood aside, frowning more and more. In her opinion, Sang Shuwan's performance was full of loopholes, the rhythm was unstable, and the expression of emotions was not in place. Finally, when Sang Shuwan was halfway through, she could no longer hold back and suddenly joined in the performance. The sound of the piano in her hand strongly overwhelmed Sang Shuwan, and the sound was like a surging wave, with great power and passion. Her playing skills are perfect. The notes at her fingertips seem to turn into lively elves, jumping, spinning, and full of vitality.

The other members of the group were stunned by this sudden change and stopped what they were doing. The originally harmonious performance in the classroom suddenly stopped, leaving only Sang Jiuyue's passionate piano music echoing in the empty classroom.

"Sang Jiyue, why are you taking someone else's part?" A straightforward member of the group couldn't help but speak up, with a strong sense of dissatisfaction and confusion in his tone. He looked at Sang Jiyue with a puzzled look in his eyes, not understanding why she wanted to disrupt the joint practice at this time.

Sang Jiuyue said coldly without even looking up, "She doesn't play as well as I do." Her voice was clear and cold, echoing in the classroom, with an unquestionable arrogance. In her heart, music is sacred, and she couldn't stand such a crucial melody being performed so badly.

At this time, Teacher Albert walked over quickly. He looked at Sang Jiuyue, whose face was full of anger, and then at Sang Shuwan, whose eyes were red with grievance, with helplessness and worry in his eyes. He said earnestly: "Although she is not as good as you, she can practice. The competition will be held later, so you don't have to be so anxious. Music requires patience and tolerance. We are a team and we need to support each other. Every member has his or her own growth process. Our goal is to make progress together and show our best level in the competition together." The teacher's voice was calm and firm, and every word seemed to carry an irresistible force, echoing in the classroom.

After hearing this, Sang Jiuyue snorted coldly, her voice full of disdain. She felt that the teacher's words were just biased towards Sang Shuwan. She put down the piano, put it into the piano case with a quick movement, and walked towards the classroom door without looking back. Her back was straight and her steps were hurried, as if she was announcing her dissatisfaction and anger to the world. Every step was heavy, as if she wanted to vent her anger through the floor under her feet.

Sang Shuwan stood there, her face red and white. She looked at the direction where Sang Jiuyue left, feeling mixed emotions. She had to admit that Sang Jiuyue's performance just now was indeed superior, and she felt ashamed of herself in terms of both technique and emotional expression. But the stubbornness in her bones made her unwilling to give up easily. She thought of how she had gone from an unknown little singer to a big star today, and had experienced countless setbacks and difficulties. How could she back down because of this small blow? She bit her lips, which turned white due to the force. She secretly clenched the bow in her hand and said to herself in her heart: "I firmly believe that I am no worse than Sang Jiuyue. In this game, I will definitely prove it to her." Then, she readjusted her posture and played the violin again. This time, her eyes were full of determination and determination, and the slightly trembling notes were full of her determination not to admit defeat. The other team members looked at her, admiring her courage but also worried about the prospects of the competition. They wondered whether their team could achieve good results in the competition amidst all these contradictions.

In the following days, Sang Shuwan seemed to have become a different person. She came to the classroom early every day and started practicing alone before others arrived. She looked in the mirror, carefully observing her every movement, adjusting the angle of the bow and the strings, and striving to present every note perfectly. She repeatedly listened to the clip that Sang Jiuyue played that day, analyzing the techniques and emotional expressions in it, trying to learn from it. At night, when the city was shrouded in lights, she was still in her apartment, ignoring the possible complaints of her neighbors, repeating the melody over and over again, and her clothes were soaked with sweat, but she was unaware.

Although Sang Jiuyue left in anger that day, she did not really give up the competition. She returned to her studio and locked herself in, isolating herself from the outside world. Her studio was filled with various music books and records, and on the wall were various music awards she had won. Here, she re-examined her performance and recalled the past glories and setbacks. She knew that she could not ruin her chance of this competition because of a momentary impulse, and she could not let Sang Shuwan look down on her.

As the day of the competition drew closer, the whole classroom was filled with a tense and depressing atmosphere. The members of other groups were all working in an orderly manner to get ready for the final run-in, but the group that Sang Jiuyue was in could not reach its best state because of the conflict between her and Sang Shuwan. Teacher Albert saw it and was anxious. He tried to mediate the conflict between the two many times, but failed every time. He could only constantly encourage the other group members to keep their confidence, while also paying close attention to the status of Sang Jiuyue and Sang Shuwan.

Finally, the day of the competition arrived. Sang Jiuyue and Sang Shuwan both arrived at the competition venue early. They were dressed in gorgeous costumes and had exquisite makeup, but their eyes still showed hostility towards each other. The lights were bright on the field, and the audience and judges were sitting in the audience. They were all looking forward to the start of this musical feast. Sang Jiuyue's group was the first to go on stage. When they stood in the center of the stage, Sang Shuwan took a deep breath, and a trace of determination flashed in her eyes. She knew that at this moment, she couldn't lose again, not only for herself, but also for the whole group. As the conductor's gesture fell, Sang Shuwan took the lead in playing the key melody. This time, her performance was smooth and confident. Although her skills were still not as good as Sang Jiuyue's, her emotional expression was very full, as if she had integrated her efforts and determination for many days into the piano sound. Sang Jiuyue looked at Sang Shuwan, with a flash of surprise in her eyes, but soon, she also devoted herself to the performance. The two's piano sounds intertwined again. This time, although they still had their own sharpness, they inadvertently formed a wonderful harmony, as if telling the complex emotions and entanglements between them. The audience was immersed in this wonderful music, and the judges also showed expressions of appreciation. At the end of the song, thunderous applause rang out from the audience. Sang Jiuyue and Sang Shuwan looked at each other. In their eyes, besides hostility, there seemed to be something else...

At the end of the award ceremony, Sang Shuwan held the trophy for the best violinist and left the venue in a hurry, with an elegant posture, amid the envious gazes and congratulations of the crowd. When she passed by Sang Jiuyue, she caught a glimpse of the other's poisonous eyes from the corner of her eye, and she shuddered, quickened her pace, and her high heels tapped the ground, making a rapid "click" sound.

Sang Shuwan got into the waiting nanny car, gently put the trophy aside, leaned back on the soft seat, and closed her eyes tiredly. She knew that Sang Jiuyue's hostility was probably deeply rooted in her heart, but she really couldn't understand why a game could bring their relationship to a freezing point.

At the same time, Sang Jiuyue stood there, watching Sang Shuwan's receding back, her hands unconsciously clenched into fists, her nails deeply embedded in her palms, leaving pale crescent marks. Her eyes burned with blazing jealousy, her teeth clenched, and she squeezed out a sentence from between her teeth: "It's just good luck, how can it be real!" Then, she turned around, strode towards her car, started the engine, and the car sped towards the suburbs like an arrow from a bow.

Sang Shuwan returned to her villa in the suburbs. She had worked hard for many years to buy this villa, which was surrounded by a large area of lush forests. It was quiet and peaceful on weekdays, and it was a pure land for her to stay away from the hustle and bustle and immerse herself in music. At this moment, she opened the door, and the house was silent, with only the ticking of the old-fashioned wall clock echoing in the empty space.

She walked into the living room, casually placed the trophy on the coffee table, slumped on the sofa, and stared at the ceiling with empty eyes. The scene of the award ceremony kept surging in her mind, and Sang Jiuyue's resentful eyes lingered like a ghost. "Did I really win the game but lose the hearts of the people?" She murmured to herself, full of confusion and helplessness.

In the following days, Sang Shuwan devoted herself to the preparation of the new album. Her agency recruited a top music production team for her, and the recording studio became her second home. Every day, she arrived early and stayed for more than ten hours, repeatedly carving out every melody and every note.

However, just when everything seemed to be going smoothly, the agent hurried into the recording studio, his face as solemn as the sky before a storm. "Shu Wan, something big has happened. The sponsor of the title song of the new album suddenly withdrew the investment, saying that they heard rumors that were unfavorable to you and they dare not take the risk of cooperation." The agent's voice was low and anxious.

Sang Shuwan's bow fell to the ground with a "pop". She widened her eyes and asked in disbelief, "What rumors?" The agent hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "I asked around. Someone said that Sang Jiuyue spread rumors in the industry, saying that there was something fishy about your winning this time, and that you only care about fame and fortune and don't care about music anymore."

Sang Shuwan was so angry that she was shaking all over, her chest rising and falling violently. She suppressed her anger and called Sang Jiyue. After the call was connected, Sang Shuwan took a deep breath and tried to make her voice sound calmer: "Sister Jiyue, you did the new album thing, right? There is no need to involve our personal grudges in work."

Sang Jiuyue sneered on the other end of the phone, her tone full of disdain: "I am just telling the truth. You are too arrogant now. Your mind is not on music at all. You only have eyes for those empty fame and fortune."

Sang Shuwan raised his voice, his voice trembling slightly: "You're talking nonsense! You have no idea how much effort I put into this album! You're just jealous of me winning the award, so you're doing these little things behind my back." The two of them argued back and forth on the phone, neither of them giving in, and their emotions became more and more agitated. Finally, Sang Shuwan hung up the phone angrily, tears streaming down her face.

A week later, Sang Shuwan was invited to participate in a music charity program, which aimed to build music classrooms for children in remote mountainous areas. At the recording site, she was carrying musical instruments with the staff, and when she looked up, she saw Sang Jiuyue there. When Sang Jiuyue saw Sang Shuwan, a trace of panic flashed across her eyes, and she subconsciously turned around to avoid her.

Sang Shuwan took a few steps forward and blocked her way: "Sister Jiyue, why are you hiding? Today's event is for the children, let's not bring personal conflicts into it." Sang Jiyue snorted coldly: "I'm not as good at showmanship as you."

Sang Shuwan felt a surge of anger rushing to her head. Her face instantly turned red. She clenched her fists tightly, her nails almost digging into her palms. "Putting on a show? Why do you say that? You have no idea how many commercial activities I turned down for this charity!" Her voice trembled slightly with anger, her eyes widened, staring at Sang Jiuyue.

Sang Jiuyue was not to be outdone. She took a step forward, straightened her back, and her eyes were full of provocation: "Hmph, stop pretending to be a good person. You just want to use charity to establish yourself as a person, so as to consolidate your so-called big star status." She folded her hands in front of her chest, a sarcastic smile on her lips, and her tone was sarcastic.

At this time, a little girl with a ponytail came running over, holding a picture in her hand, and said with an innocent face: "Sisters, this is what I drew, and I give it to you." Sang Shuwan and Sang Jiuyue took the picture, which showed the two of them playing the violin on the stage, and a group of children in the audience clapping their hands, with bright smiles on their faces. The little girl continued: "I hope that the sisters can play beautiful music together. In the future, I also want to be like you and bring happiness to everyone with music."

Sang Shuwan looked at the painting, her anger subsided a little, and a hint of hesitation flashed in her eyes. But before she could speak, Sang Jiuyue threw the painting away and said coldly: "What does a child know? Don't use this to blackmail me morally."

The little girl was so frightened by this scene that her eyes instantly turned red and tears welled up in her eyes. Sang Shuwan felt so distressed when she saw this. She quickly squatted down and gently comforted the little girl: "Baby, don't cry. Sister likes this painting very much. This is the most precious gift Sister has ever received." As she said this, she glared at Sang Jiuyue fiercely and said, "Some people don't know how to cherish this innocence at all."

The recording officially started, and the two were arranged to teach the children to play the violin together. During the teaching process, Sang Shuwan tried to remain patient, but Sang Jiuyue would find fault from time to time and deliberately correct Sang Shuwan's teaching methods, and the two had several fierce arguments over this. The children were frightened by the tense atmosphere and dared not speak out. The class that was originally full of expectations became depressing and dull.

During the break, Sang Shuwan walked up to Sang Jiuyue and said in a low voice: "Today is a charity event, can't you restrain yourself a little and don't affect the children." Sang Jiuyue sneered: "Why, now you know how to pretend to be a good person? Do you think you can save your image like this?"

Since then, the conflict between the two has become more and more public. In various occasions in the music circle, whenever the two appear at the same time, an undercurrent will be triggered. There are often some negative voices in the promotion of Sang Shuwan's new album. Although there is no conclusive evidence pointing to Sang Jiuyue, Sang Shuwan knows that her hand is indispensable behind this. And some of the music projects planned by Sang Jiuyue behind the scenes have been repeatedly affected by the boycott of Sang Shuwan's fans. The two are like being caught in an endless war, drifting further and further away on the road of music. The glimmer of hope that there might have been a reconciliation has also been completely wiped out, leaving only a heart full of resentment and regret. Behind the stage of the music circle, a sad story is being performed.