Huayu 2002, I'm going to dominate the music scene!

Song Mo, of course, had no idea what had happened inside Ocean Butterflies.

These past few days, besides communicating with Luo Hongming via QQ about the animation's progress, he's been rushing between various bars as usual.

He's not a regular at Hard Rock Cafe; they only call him up occasionally when they're short-staffed. Otherwise, he'd be ecstatic to earn two hundred dollars every night.

Even if he can't sing at Hard Rock, life still goes on. Right now, he and Anming have just finished performing at a bar.

"Brother An, let's go get some late-night snacks," Song Mo shouted.

He's been bothering Anming quite a bit these past few days. He can't afford to pay for other projects, but he can manage to get late-night snacks.

"Alright, you've spent a lot of money these past few days, how much do you have left?" An Ming waved his hand. He liked this about Song Mo; even when he was short of money, he wasn't stingy when it came to being generous.

He also knew that Song Mo was working on some kind of animation recently, and that he was going to release a song online.

He has given up hope that Song Mo will be able to sign with Ocean Butterflies.

Several days had passed and no one had responded to him, so Anming figured the deal was off.

Therefore, he stopped mentioning the matter to Song Mo, lest he embarrass the young man.

"Let's go, we don't need to worry about the cost of this meal," Song Mo said with a sneer. As Luo Hongming's progress accelerated, his mood improved day by day. After all, after planning for so long, he finally saw a glimmer of hope.

Once these songs become popular, and ringtones are available next year, that will mark the beginning of his financial freedom.

An Ming casually slung his guitar over his shoulder. "I'm really not going. I have to go home early. My cousin is coming to my house today, and as her older brother, I have to show up."

Hearing him say that, Song Mo had no choice but to give up.

Gao Yuanyuan didn't know why she was here again.

She swirled the wine in her glass, watching the white singer on stage with his long hair flowing down his back, belting out his lines, but she couldn't muster any interest.

After taking the disc back, she listened to it over and over again.

The CD player at home is usually used for listening to folk songs and light music, but these past few days it's been playing those three songs on repeat.

What I admire most about her is her song "Jiangnan".

As soon as the prelude of the xiao (vertical bamboo flute) begins, it feels as if something is gently squeezing your whole body.

The sound quality of the demo wasn't very good; she couldn't even hear some of the lyrics clearly. But she just thought it sounded good. She listened to it while lying in bed, leaning against the window, and even while removing her makeup in front of the mirror.

She even searched for those lyrics online to see if they had any origin.

No results found.

As a seasoned artsy young woman, she now truly believes that what Song Mo said that day could come true.

Why can't someone who can write songs like this do the same?

At the same time, her curiosity about Song Mo grew stronger.

At nineteen, alone in Beijing, working as a bar singer, he was able to write something like "Jiangnan".

What she didn't know was that for women, curiosity is often the beginning of their downfall.

She looked up and glanced around aimlessly.

No, that person isn't here. She put down the cup and was about to stand up and leave.

"I told you we'd meet again." A voice came from the side.

She looked up.

Song Mo stood in front of her, smiling at her, still with that relaxed demeanor, as if his presence there was the most natural thing in the world.

Gao Yuanyuan was stunned for a moment, then her eyes lit up with surprise, and she couldn't help but laugh. "How did you know I was here?" she asked.

"I don't know," Song Mo said, sitting down opposite her. "But I'm here, and you're here too, isn't that nice?"

Gao Yuanyuan laughed again. This person's way of speaking always left people wondering how to respond, but it was also quite interesting.

"You treated me last time," Song Mo waved to the waiter, "This time it's my treat. What would you like to drink?"

"Just be like you." She repeated what Song Mo had said when they last met.

Song Mo ordered two cocktails, leaned back in his chair, and looked at her.

He was in a very good mood at the moment.

After seeing Anming off, he didn't know where to go. He hadn't made many friends in the past month, and he didn't want to go back to that cramped basement so soon.

Thinking that I've sung at Hard Rock Cinema so many times but never really been a guest, I wandered back home.

I never expected her to be here, and she was all alone.

"You like hard rock?" Song Mo asked with interest.

Gao Yuanyuan shook her head and then nodded: "It's alright, it's just that I don't want to appear in front of acquaintances lately, there aren't many acquaintances here."

She felt a little uncomfortable under Song Mo's gaze and unconsciously smoothed the hair at her temples.

Seeing this, Song Mo laughed: "Why are you so nervous? I'm not going to eat you."

"Who's nervous?" Gao Yuanyuan muttered softly.

At this time, Gao Yuanyuan no longer possessed the invincible wife aura that only comes with age 30.

But at the age of 23, she possessed a delicate and charming beauty, which made her appear even more naive and innocent.

The drinks were served, and the two drank and chatted casually.

Most of the time, it was Song Mo who asked.

"Is filming fun?"

Gao Yuanyuan thought for a moment: "It's alright, but it's tiring. Sometimes we have to shoot a single scene more than ten times, and my legs get sore from standing. Plus, the directors are all really fierce."

She's not a naturally gifted actress, nor is she formally trained, so filming is definitely not an easy task for her.

Song Mo didn't try to comfort her. They were both adults; who didn't complain about work while going to work?

Then he asked, "When will 'The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber' air?"

"Next year, probably." She paused.

"I heard your crew is all very good-looking?" Song Mo suddenly became interested. "Who do you think is the most handsome?"

This is a question that has been debated by netizens for generations, and he is very curious about Gao Yuanyuan's answer.

Good looks? This was the first time Gao Yuanyuan had heard this term, but she instantly understood what it meant. She nodded with a hint of pride, "Indeed... they're all quite good-looking, especially Sister Jingwen and Sister Feili, they're both great beauties."

Hearing Gao Yuanyuan's answer, Song Mo was not surprised. Although Guo Feili in the play was a generation older than them, she was only thirty years old at the time, and her looks and charm were at their peak.

Song Mo winked at her, "Little comrade, don't be modest, you're definitely the most beautiful one."

Gao Yuanyuan's heart raced when she heard this. Was he praising her?

She had been a beauty since childhood, and had heard countless praises throughout her life, but for some reason, she felt exceptionally happy at this moment.

At this moment, Song Mo spoke again, "What a pity."

"What's a pity?" Gao Yuanyuan didn't have time to think wildly and looked at Song Mo with curiosity.

"It's a pity I didn't volunteer to play Zhang Wuji," Song Mo said seriously. "Otherwise, it might have been me. Your production team would have suffered a great loss."

Gao Yuanyuan was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

She smiled so hard her eyes curved into two crescent moons, and she couldn't help but replace Alec Su with Song Mo in her mind.

It seems... actually quite harmonious?

Alec Su is actually quite good-looking, but his height is a bit of a disadvantage.

She's 165cm tall, and compared to Alec Su, who is officially 173cm, she sometimes has to accommodate him when filming.

If it were Song Mo instead...

Hmm, she suddenly felt the scene looked much better.