Why bother writing songs? Fast forward to the "Don't Laugh Challenge"

Chapter 8's script is somewhat classic.

"Son, where did you get so much money? We can't do anything illegal or criminal."

"Oh Mom, don't worry, this money is what I earned from writing and releasing a song recently. This is just the first one, there will be more later. You can take this money and demolish the house first, then rebuild it. I remember the housing and construction department has already approved it, right? It's a three-and-a-half-story house. I will continue to send the money back later."

On the dormitory balcony, Xia Shen leaned over the railing, holding up her phone to make a video call.

In the video, he is positioned on the small screen, while the large screen shows a middle-aged couple with graying temples and wrinkles on their faces, both of whom bear a striking resemblance to Xia Shen.

The middle-aged couple were naturally Xia Shen's parents.

Immediately after withdrawing his first income, he transferred most of it back to his family account, keeping only 20,000 yuan for himself.

Even after taxes, this income is still considerable. In fact, hundreds of thousands is not a small amount at any time. It's only online that it doesn't count as money.

Of course, this amount of money is definitely not enough to completely renovate the house; there will certainly be additional expenses later.

After all, they want to build a self-built house, which is common in the Guangdong region, where the whole family will live. In addition, if they have high requirements, even if it is a self-built house, the cost will be considerable, and may even be more than buying a suite.

But Xia Shen was not worried about the issue of subsequent funding at all.

After all, don't forget how long it took him to earn that money, and how short the cycle was.

Although this kind of song is unlikely to remain popular for long and will soon be overshadowed by new trends, it is certainly enough to make a quick buck in a few months.

In addition, he has already decided to sign a contract with Visual Effects Culture. With a company, he can follow the path planned by the company and make money in the future.

He's figured it out now; he'll put dreams aside for now.

The first priority is to fill our stomachs and ensure our families can live a good life.

However, perhaps because he made money too quickly, the older generation still didn't feel entirely at ease with him. After hearing Xia Shen's words, the two elders did not relax their brows.

Instead, Dad said, "What song can make so much money? Tell me, and I'll go listen to it."

"."

Xia Shen remained silent for a moment.

Although there were some things he really didn't want to talk about in front of his family, he still spoke up: "That thing that's been really popular on Douyin and Kuaishou lately, I dried up my silence, and regretted it very meticulously."

Xia Shen sang it out loud and said, "This is it, you guys have heard it before, right?"

"I heard."

"Ah."

Both elders nodded in agreement.

“I wrote it,” Xia Shen said quietly. “This song is mine. If you don’t believe me, go and see who the original author is.”

"Let me see."

So, the dad behind him actually took out his phone and started scrolling through it, holding the phone far away and typing with one finger.

Then my mom joined in, and the two of them stared at the screen in silence for a while.

The atmosphere seemed deafening.

Then my mother said, "Even if we've made some money now, we need to know how to be frugal. Otherwise, we'll have so many years to go, so we shouldn't spend money recklessly. And when we have money, we should never tell everyone or show it off. Otherwise, people will be jealous of you and might rob you on the street at night, and then you'll know you're wrong."

“Dad, Mom, this is a society governed by law, things are different now. There’s no such thing now.” Xia Shen said helplessly, “Don’t worry, use the money to build houses. There will be more to come. Your son will continue to earn money. I’ve also signed a company contract. This is just the beginning.”

Although the older generation was a bit nagging, Xia Shen enjoyed the warm feeling of being with her family. The family chatted for another half hour or so.

Most of the time, his parents would chatter on and on, telling him all sorts of profound truths. In their local dialect, they would say he shouldn't go out and show off, shouldn't act impulsively, shouldn't try to be a hero, and shouldn't easily trust anyone.

Xia Shen just kept saying "Mmm, mmm, mmm, okay".

After he had been standing for almost until his legs were completely numb and had swatted countless mosquitoes, the topic took a new turn.

Mom asked, "By the way, that handsome girl who used to walk home from the music room with you every day, isn't she in the same school as you? How's your relationship going now? Has anything developed between you two?"

You're in your early twenties now, almost graduated from university, so it would be better to find someone you know well, someone you grew up with, and who might also be interested in you, right?

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Xia Shen was silent for a moment: "Why are you bringing that up? There's nothing between me and her, and I haven't said anything inappropriate. Times have changed, there's no need to rush. I might not even get married in the future."

"Oh my! Talking about this? Not getting married? What will you do when you're old? Who will take care of you in your old age?"

My mom's reaction was the same as always: "Back then, you were so close to me, we were together all the time, and you wouldn't be happy if I didn't let you go out and play with other people. Now you're saying you've done nothing at all?"

"I was young then, I didn't understand anything, and..."

Xia Shen didn't finish his sentence, nor did he continue speaking.

"Okay, okay, that's all for now. I have something to do later, so I'll hang up now and we'll talk again next time."

After saying that, Xia Shen hung up the video call before the two elders could react.

Then I breathed a sigh of relief.

My family is great, and it's very warm to be with them. However, it's true that the older generation, who have suffered their whole lives, have different ideas and tend to nag.

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After hanging up the phone, Xia Shen didn't go back immediately. Instead, he fell silent, and a familiar figure began to appear in his mind.

"I never thought I'd see you here after all these years. It's been so long, Xia Shen."

That was more than two years ago, the afternoon when he saw that person again, just after he entered university.

The sun was shining brightly. She wore a tie-dye dress, white sneakers and socks, and her long, flowing black hair reached her waist. Her bright, sparkling eyes revealed an uncontainable joy at meeting an old friend.

Summer was deep then.
He stared blankly at the unfamiliar girl, frantically searching his memory for a long time, but couldn't find any recollection of her.

Then, with a completely unfamiliar feeling, I nodded and said something against my conscience: "Hey, yeah, long time no see."

In fact, he couldn't remember who it was at all.

After all, logically speaking, if he knew such a beautiful and sweet girl, he would definitely not have any impression of her.

Then, he chatted with the other person for an entire afternoon without really understanding what was going on, and was then taken to drink milk tea and have a meal.

Then, as time went on, he discovered that a very classic scenario was unfolding in his life.

That is, my childhood tomboy friend has grown up into a sweet and beautiful young woman and is back.
Zhou! Yu! Meng!
Or rather, Zhou Zhou, my best friend with whom I used to talk about everything!

The tyrant of the music room, his good older brother (whom he was forced to acknowledge), always had short hair and was a head taller than him. They met in the music room and grew up together. When he was eleven, he left the seaside town with his parents and never heard from him again.

Only a figure remains in my memory, gradually fading away.

(End of this chapter)