Peninsula Cicada Song Diary

"But why did you use Mingzhe's name to pick up girls?" Pei Xiyan said, both amused and exasperated. "If Mingzhe hadn't been so good at hacking into the forum and deleting the post, it's likely that 'Li Mingzhe is a damn dog!!!' would still be hanging on Korea University's BBS."

It turns out that highly educated women, when angry, don't resort to flowery, roundabout insults; instead, their insults are simpler and more direct. The post, filled with straightforward, veiled language, made Pei Xiyan exclaim:

My God, you can actually curse like that? I've learned something new!

"Hehehe." Jin Nanxi chuckled a few times at Li Mingzhe, who was silently staring at her. "It's because I'm afraid if I use my own name, Mingzhe might help delete it if someone else posts it..."

"That day I really wanted to put his name on Twitter's trending topics," Li Mingzhe began to speak again.

"Actually, it would be great to hang it up there." Pei Xiyan had always regretted his restraint. "That way, Guidu Lami's fame worldwide would rise to another level."

"Thank you so much, Lord Mingzhe, for your magnanimity!" Jin Nanxi clasped her hands together obsequiously, then continued talking about what happened before, without a care in the world:

"I checked the concert lineup and saw that you, Noona, are in it too."

"Yes." Pei Xiyan nodded to indicate that she understood.

"Don't worry, Xiyan, I'll definitely arrange a comfortable waiting room for your Nuna." Jin Nanxi patted her chest and assured her.

"At least you did something decent." Pei Xiyan raised her teacup in thanks.

"We're all buddies." Jin Nanxi winked at him. "If you really want to thank me, Xiyan, find some time to go to a bar with me."

"Don't even think about it." Pei Xiyan put down her cup, refusing decisively.

"Sigh." Kim Nancy sighed regretfully.

It's not that one person can't go, but it would be better if Pei Xiyan were included.

After all, Pei Xiyan is like a mosquito-attracting lamp flashing purple light in the bar at night. Even if he sits there holding a wine glass and doesn't say a word, countless bees and butterflies will be eager to pounce on him.

Having a friend who naturally attracts women without being promiscuous makes Jin Nanxi very happy. He often manages to get a lot of contact information in one night. He chats with a few girls he finds attractive, while also showing off his wealth. With this method, he effortlessly wins over many girls, and then dumps them without any guilt.

After all, what good girl goes to a bar?

To him, Pei Xiyan couldn't be described as just a buddy; he was practically a super wingman and a living godfather!

"Xiyan is such a good kid, don't try to lead him astray." Li Mingzhe pointed at him, then stood up. "Let's go, it's time to go out, don't interfere with the boss turning over the table."

After paying the bill and leaving the restaurant, the three of them did not part ways on the spot. Since they were already back at Yonsei University, they decided to go inside and take a look. So they walked along the familiar poplar-lined path on campus again.

The lush green of the poplars in autumn has faded; having absorbed the summer's sunshine, their branches and leaves have turned golden and are now waving vigorously.

The iconic eagle statue stands tall by the roadside. Except for the school anniversary, students at Yonsei University do not need to wear school uniforms at other times, so students can freely show off their autumn fashion.

At the end of Baiyang Road is the Yuan Duyou Museum. Lush ivy vines cover the exterior walls of the old building, and in the middle of the museum is a bronze statue of Dr. Yuan Duyou surrounded by shrubs, shining brightly in the sunlight.

In the distance is an open-air theater, where someone is setting up a stage.

"It doesn't feel as nice as the scenery at Ewha Womans University." Kim Nam-hee looked around at the familiar scenery and finally managed to utter this sentence.

"Is this the first comment you make when you return to your alma mater?" Li Mingzhe glanced at him sideways.

"That's true," Kim Nam-hee said confidently. "Ewha Womans University is covered in maple leaves, and the neat rows of red and yellow are a feast for the eyes."

He pointed to the surrounding area, "Unlike here, where it's all green here, red there, and then yellow, it looks like traffic lights."

"Red, green, and then it turned yellow in just three seconds..." Pei Xiyan was touched on a certain chord and suddenly hummed.

"It sounds nice." Li Mingzhe looked at him.

"I just thought of it." Pei Xiyan smiled slightly. "I feel that writing a song based on the idea of ​​'traffic lights' would be quite good."

"Tsk, no wonder she's Wenxian's handpicked 'natural producer'." Jin Nanxi put down her pointing hand and began to praise, "I can come up with something like this after I just said one sentence."

"Isn't this normal for Xiyan?" Li Mingzhe looked at him strangely. "In the summer of 17, we were eating watermelon and watching the game together when Xiyan suddenly wrote 'Red Flavor'."

"Indeed." The scene shifts to the music department office, where a middle-aged woman with gray hair and a sprightly demeanor looks at Pei Xiyan with admiration overflowing from her eyes and turning into a smile. "Little Pei, you are a born musician."

"Teacher Wenxian, you flatter me." Pei Xiyan nodded slightly.

"The idea of ​​a 'traffic light' is really great." Li Wenxian pushed up his glasses. "The switching of three colors of light can be used to describe many things, such as choices, life, moving forward or backward... And if you write it down, you don't even need to ask others to sing it; you can sing it yourself."

"I think it's better if you don't sing it yourself, teacher." Pei Xiyan scratched her head. "Being a low-key producer is fine."

"Do you think you can still keep a low profile now?" Li Wenxian asked, exasperated. "You could keep it a secret by hiding in SM before, but now that you're famous, JYP is coming to you, and in the future it will be Big Hit, YG, CJ, even Universal, Warner, Avex..."

You can't hide it forever.

"We'll hide as long as we can," Pei Xiyan said dismissively.

"You," Li Wenxian said helplessly, pointing at him a few times, "you're just like a cicada, singing at the top of your lungs, waiting for others to come to you."

"Once someone parts the leaves, the cicada will naturally become visible," Pei Xiyan said with a smile.

"I really want to see the day you manifest," Li Wenxian said.

Pei Xiyan glanced at the window behind Li Wenxian, his pupils reflecting the swaying leaves outside. "There will be a teacher," he said.

After autumn comes winter, but summer will eventually come, and the cicadas will come too.

......

After finishing her visit to Li Wenxian, Pei Xiyan waited for the others on a bench downstairs in the office building.

Jin Nanxi and Li Mingzhe were also visiting their respective mentors, recounting the various events that had happened to them since graduation. However, they had much more to say, and their visits were longer than Pei Xiyan's, whose post-graduation situation could be summarized in a few words: writing songs for someone this month, writing songs for someone else that month, suddenly having an inspiration...

It's like a diary entry that you can read from beginning to end, with no highlights whatsoever.

Before sunset, he heard two belated footsteps.

"Teacher Wenxian didn't scold you, did he?" Li Mingzhe asked with a smile when he returned.

"We're too busy spoiling him to scold him," Jin Nanxi said.

"You must have gotten yelled at," Li Mingzhe said, looking at him.

"He can't get into the spirits if his advisor doesn't scold him for a day," Pei Xiyan joked, standing up.

"I never expected to be scolded after graduation," Jin Nanxi sighed. "Luckily, I didn't choose to pursue graduate studies."

"Is it possible that you won't pass the exam?" Pei Xiyan bluntly pointed out.

The three of them walked back to Baiyang Road chatting and laughing, and the topic of their discussion changed to what to eat for dinner.