My Taoist nun girlfriend is from the Republic of China era, 1942.

Chapter 101 Who are the fans?
Lu Yuan realized that trying to systematically upgrade the deeply ingrained old ideas in Chen Xiaomiao's mind was no less difficult than teaching a fool to speak human language.

He simply gave up and let Chen Xiaomiao do as she pleased.

The mutton soup wasn't wasted after all; Song Jia finally replied to the message, saying that if Chen Xiaomiao missed her, she could go to the library to find her.

Chen Xiaomiao stewed the mutton and mutton bones until they were milky white and fragrant, packed them into a large insulated lunchbox, and drove to the library.

When Song Jia received the mutton soup, she was sitting in the library, engrossed in a book, with a dark, unglazed face.

Upon receiving the call, she rushed downstairs, got into her car, and gave Chen Xiaomiao a big bear hug.

"My little seedling, I miss you so much!"

Chen Xiaomiao was almost suffocating from being squeezed so tightly by her, so she quickly handed over the thermos: "Sister Song Jia, I brought you some mutton soup, drink it while it's hot."

Song Jia lifted the lid and smelled it; the fragrance made her eyes squint. "Xiao Miao, you really know how to take care of people."

"Sister Song Jia, why did you put yourself in such a state?"

Looking at her haggard appearance, Chen Xiaomiao asked curiously, "Is taking that official exam... really that important?"

"Of course it's important!" Song Jia gulped down a mouthful of hot soup, feeling completely refreshed. "These days, jobs are hard to find, a secure job is the best policy."

Chen Xiaomiao handed her a tissue with concern: "Sister Song Jia, don't overwork yourself, your health is important."

"Sigh, there's no other way. It's like a thousand troops crossing a single-plank bridge; you have to fight."

Song Jia sighed, as if remembering something, and took out two beautifully printed cards from her canvas bag and handed them over.

"Here, this is for you."

Chen Xiaomiao took it. The card was smooth and had a picture of a man on it, dressed in bright colors, like a rooster.

She looked at it over and over, then asked, "What kind of bill is this?"

"Concert tickets!"

Song Jia explained, "Zhou XX's national tour is coming to Wuhan soon, and tickets are hard to get! This was a gift from a friend. I originally wanted to go and relax, but I don't have time now."

"Go with Lu Yuan, just to experience the atmosphere for me."

"Zhou XX?" Chen Xiaomiao blinked, looking completely bewildered. "Is he... very famous?"

Song Jia almost spat out her soup, staring at Chen Xiaomiao as if she were an alien.

"My God, you don't even know Zhou XX?"

She looked Chen Xiaomiao up and down, and couldn't help but sigh, "Xiaomiao, sometimes I really feel like you're from my mom's generation, no, even older than my mom, like my grandma..."

Chen Xiaomiao chuckled sheepishly, offering no rebuttal, and carefully put the ticket away.

"Okay, I'll go back and ask Lu Yuan."

Back home, Lu Yuan was curled up on the sofa dealing with a report sent by Lü Lei.

Chen Xiaomiao handed the ticket to him and asked curiously, "Lu Yuan, do you recognize this person?"

Lu Yuan glanced at it and casually said, "Zhou XX, a pretty popular singer."

"A singer?"

After pondering for a long time, Chen Xiaomiao finally found a plausible reference in her mind: "Just like... a leading actor in an opera?"

"Different...but not too far off."

Lu Yuan put down the tablet in his hand, unable to think of a better analogy.

"That's not right! You should have already had a concept of pop stars back then. In Shanghai's nightclubs and ballrooms, there were always girls singing on stage..."

After saying that, he even hummed a couple of lines in a very convincing way: "Night Shanghai~ Night Shanghai~ You're a city that never sleeps..."

Chen Xiaomiao pouted: "I've never been to Shanghai, how would I know?"

Lu Yuan didn't explain further, took the ticket and checked the time and location.

"Do you want to go?"

"What kind of plays does that actor perform?"

"It's not opera, it's singing."

Explaining verbally was too much trouble, so Lu Yuan simply searched for video clips of Zhou XX's past concerts on his tablet and played them.

Dazzling lights, deafening music, and men singing and dancing on stage.

Chen Xiaomiao was stunned, but what shocked her even more was the scene below the stage.

The crowd was a sea of ​​black heads, thousands of people waving glowing sticks, screaming and roaring wildly to the rhythm of the performance, some even bursting into tears of excitement.

She pointed at the tablet screen, her face full of confusion: "What are the people in the audience doing?"

"They are fans." "Fans?"

Chen Xiaomiao was even more confused, tilting her head and asking, "Isn't that food?"

Lu Yuan paused the video and patiently explained, "These fans are not the same as those fans. Foreigners have a word called 'fans,' which has been adopted here as a homonym."

"Then why would they do that?"

"how to say……"

Lu Yuan carefully chose his words: "Celebrities are good-looking, sing well, and live glamorous lives, becoming the perfect embodiment in some people's minds."

Spending money on him and cheering for him makes you feel like you're part of this perfection, giving you a false sense of satisfaction.

Chen Xiaomiao shook her head, clearly still not understanding.

"Times have changed... Now, the more people go crazy for him, the more money he makes."

Chen Xiaomiao nodded thoughtfully, staring at the radiant "star" on the tablet, as if something had suddenly become clear in her mind.

She suddenly asked a shocking question.

"Lu Yuan, I used to burn incense and kowtow to the Three Pure Ones every day. Does that count as being a fan of the Three Pure Ones?"

"Pfft-cough cough cough!"

Lu Yuan choked on a mouthful of water, coughing violently.

Chen Xiaomiao ignored his lapse in composure and continued on her own, "And what about those bald monks in the temples? They kowtow to Buddha and chant sutras every day. Wouldn't you consider them fans of Buddha?"

Lu Yuan coughed until his face turned red. After finally catching his breath, he was filled with horror.

I really underestimated this girl.

"Xiao Miao, let's change the subject."

Why?

"Because it's a bit dangerous."

Chen Xiaomiao seemed to understand, but she always listened to Lu Yuan, so she obediently said "okay" and didn't ask any more questions.

She picked up the two tickets again: "Shall we go to this concert?"

"Go! Why not go? The tickets are practically delivered to our door, might as well go."

Lu Yuan waved his hand and said, "It's a good opportunity to take you out and broaden your horizons, so that people won't say you look like an old lady again."

Having received confirmation, Chen Xiaomiao happily put away the tickets and got up to go back to her room.

She had only taken two steps when she seemed to remember something and suddenly turned back.

The girl stared intently at Lu Yuan with her bright, watery eyes: "Lu Yuan, who are you a fan of?"

Lu Yuan shrugged: "Me? I'm not a fan of anyone, I don't follow celebrities."

"Really?" Chen Xiaomiao narrowed her eyes suspiciously and muttered softly, "I've been looking at your phone, and every time I turn it on, a woman's face pops up on the screen..."

broken!

Lu Yuan's nerves tensed instantly, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

He remained calm and said, "Oh, that... that's the phone's default screen saver. It's been like that since I bought it, and I'm too lazy to change it."

"Oh……"

Chen Xiaomiao drawled out her words, giving a doubtful "oh," before turning and going back to her room.

Once the bedroom door was closed, Lu Yuan suddenly jumped up from the sofa and swiftly grabbed his phone to unlock it.

Looking at the smiling face of Satomi Ishihara on the lock screen, Lu Yuan broke out in a cold sweat.

I hurriedly rushed into the settings and changed the wallpaper to a default landscape image.

After destroying the evidence, Lu Yuan let out a long breath and plopped back down on the sofa, still feeling lingering fear.

Good guy...

If Chen Xiaomiao knew that she used to drool and grin like an idiot over a "cherry blossom girl" every day...

Lu Yuan shook his head vigorously, trying to banish the terrible thoughts from his mind.

OK.

I can’t even think about it!

(End of this chapter)