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Chapter 463 Drunk, unaware that the sky is reflected in the water, a boat full of sweet dreams presses down on the Milky Way.

#The movie "Hello Mr. Billionaire" sponsors the Haizhou Mid-Autumn Festival Fireworks Gala.

The crew of "Hello Mr. Billionaire" made headlines again without spending a single extra penny.

The official live stream room of Haizhou and the live stream rooms of various internet celebrities started broadcasting at the same time. Ye Xian's live stream room with the largest traffic also started broadcasting. In almost the shortest time, "Hello Mr. Billionaire" quickly became a hot topic.

The previously hotly debated topic of how to spend the 10 billion yuan has once again become a hot topic.

……

Amidst the commotion outside and the excitement of fans in the live stream, Ye Xian remained quietly seated in his wicker chair.

Gazing at the dazzling fireworks in the sky, I appeared to be watching them quietly, but my heart was anything but calm.

He clearly remembered that when he traveled through time, there were also dazzling fireworks outside the window.

At that time, I was filled with fear and helplessness, as well as curiosity and bewilderment about the world. I had no mood to appreciate the beauty outside the window. Even my first short video was filmed hastily, with no time to appreciate it.

Even though setting off fireworks was a luxury before she transmigrated here.

I wasn't even in the mood to look at it anymore.

Now, after eight and a half months, he has been busy making himself forget about the time travel. He has worked hard to build a business empire, and regardless of his net worth, he has childhood sweethearts, lovers, elders, and friends by his side. He is no longer the lonely Ye Xian who runs a business in another world, nor is he the Ye Xian who has completely given up hope for life.

Instead, there is a positive and motivated Ye Xian who loves fitness, reading, food, and studying vocal performance.

He began to like this world and the people around him.

Perhaps influenced by Ye Xian's personality, Ye Xian found himself starting to enjoy feeling sentimental and melancholic when he had nothing to do.

However, occasionally calming down like this, free from external disturbances, and quietly examining one's inner self is actually a form of self-cultivation.

……

Qiu Qing keenly noticed that Ye Xian's emotions were a bit off. He seemed to be watching the fireworks in the sky, but his expression carried a mix of sadness, relief, and loneliness.

At this moment, Ye Xian seemed somewhat unfamiliar.

She couldn't resist sitting down next to Ye Xian, and quietly took his big hand in hers.

Startled awake, Ye Xian's expression immediately transformed into a genuine smile as he extended his other hand.

Two large hands enveloped Qiu Qing's small hands at the same time, and the warmth in their palms made Qiu Qing's small hands, which were a little cold from the sea breeze, feel warm again.

Qiu Qing whispered, "Are you unhappy?"

Ye Xian shook his head without explaining, and instead turned to look at the sky.

Qiu Qing stopped asking questions and instead reached out her other hand to wrap around Ye Xian's two large hands.

She could sense Ye Xian's feelings and understand why he was unwilling to share.

Everyone has their own moments of emo. Perhaps it's because they miss their parents, perhaps the fireworks in front of them remind them of some sad moments, or perhaps it's just because they're in a bad mood.

At this moment, all I need to do is stay by his side.

Wait until he's happy, wait until he's willing to talk to me.

If that doesn't work, then I'll have to use my ultimate technique to make him happy.

……

Li Xin and Duan Fei, who were excited, were not entirely focused on the fireworks. They noticed Ye Xian and Qiu Qing holding hands, even their hands, in a place where the live stream couldn't capture the camera.

The two exchanged knowing glances and a knowing smile.

These two are secretly showing off their affection again.

Li Xin pretended to go to the restroom, turned around, took out her phone, and took a picture of the scene from behind everyone.

In the distance, the sky is ablaze with dazzling fireworks.

Two rattan chairs were placed side by side, where Ye Xian and Qiu Qing sat, their hands clasped together, Qiu Qing gazing affectionately at Ye Xian's profile.

Just from this silhouette, one can feel the deep affection between Ye Xian and Qiu Qing.

Li Xin chose to shoot from a low angle, making the image more visually impactful.

With a "click," the image was captured in an eternal memory.

……

Qiu Qing seemed to sense something, and turned her head slightly, but did not look.

Ye Xian remained motionless, sitting quietly.

a long time.

Ye Xian leisurely recited a poem.

"The west wind ages the waves of Dongting Lake, and overnight the Xiang River Goddess's hair turns white."

Drunk, I knew not if the sky were reflected in the water; my boat, filled with sweet dreams, pressed down on the Milky Way.

As soon as the words were spoken, the people present were stunned.

The people in the live stream didn't quite hear what Ye Xian said because fireworks were bursting in the sky outside, and Ye Xian's voice was very soft. Everyone vaguely felt that it sounded like a poem, but no one could hear it clearly.

Of those present, only Qiu Qing, who was close by, could hear clearly.

Because they were a little far away, Li Xin and Duan Fei only heard the second half of the poem.

Everyone was a bit unsure what was wrong with Brother Xian.

Qiu Qing had always known that Ye Xian was somewhat fragile and sentimental. Considering the special nature of today's holiday, she initially thought that Ye Xian was just missing his parents, so she couldn't help but tighten her grip on Ye Xian's hand again.

After all, the Mid-Autumn Festival is a day for family reunion. Even with himself and a group of people by his side, Ye Xian must still feel very lonely inside.

However, after carefully reading the poem, she suddenly realized that Ye Xian was not only missing his parents.

[Reincarnated as a Foundation: Did Brother Xian just recite another poem? Did anyone hear him clearly? His poem "May We All Live Long and Prosper" has already dominated the literary world. Is Brother Xian about to completely conquer the literary scene?]

[Best Stealth Award: It sounded like something like "A Boat Full of Sweet Dreams," but I didn't quite catch the exact words. His voice was very soft, and there happened to be fireworks going off. Brother Xian, say it again!]

[Understanding Clothes Well: Although I don't know the full poem, I feel like Brother Xian accidentally showed off again? And it's that kind of nonchalant, unintentional air of arrogance? I love Brother Xian's style of arrogance; others can't imitate it!]

[Green Carp and Donkey: Brother Xian is so quiet tonight, he's been live-streaming the fireworks show the whole time, and only managed to utter a few lines of poetry after all this time. Is he having a bout of pretentious intellectualism? Come here, my broad embrace completely crushes those three little vixens beside you. Let me give you a full-body check-up tonight, shall I?]

……

Ye Xian realized something was wrong after reciting the poem. He quickly checked the live stream and found that no one had heard the poem clearly. He laughed and changed the subject.

"What did everyone think of tonight's fireworks? It's a pity the production team didn't have enough budget, so they could only put them on for a short while."

That's about it for tonight's live stream. Since it's the Mid-Autumn Festival, I won't take up any more of your time. I hope you can spend more time with your families. And to those of you working far from home and unable to go home for the Mid-Autumn Festival, don't be sad; listen to my songs a few more times, and you'll feel even sadder.

Okay, that's all for now. See you at the National Day Gala.

After exchanging a few casual words, Ye Xian quickly ended the live stream. When he looked up, he saw a pair of bright, clear eyes looking at him.

Ye Xian chuckled, sat up straight, and stretched: "It's getting late, everyone should go home and get some sleep!"

……

Ps1: Today's Recap

Haizhou aged liquor inventory: 4434 bottles

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Ps2: Drunk, unaware that the sky is reflected in the water, a boat full of sweet dreams presses down on the Milky Way.

From "Inscription on Qingcao Lake in Longyang County", by Tang Wenru of the Yuan Dynasty.

The copying of "May We All Live Long and Prosper" was purely coincidental; it was because I was writing a Mid-Autumn Festival song, not a deliberate plagiarism.

This book will not deliberately copy ancient poems or lyrics, nor will it copy extensively. I will only occasionally copy them when the plot and atmosphere are right.

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