Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

Luo Qianyu's voice was clear and resonant, carrying throughout the entire square through the speakers.

The audience erupted in uproar.

The host's expression froze for a moment, clearly not expecting her to deny it so directly.

"Never seen it before?"

The host reacted quickly and immediately changed the way he asked the question.

"As a singer you've collaborated with twice, you must have some kind of intuitive judgment about him, right?"

"In everyone's mind, someone who can write so many profound love songs must be a middle-aged man who has experienced many vicissitudes of life."

"Do you think so too?"

Luo Qianyu pursed her lips.

She remembered how Xu Qing used to bicker with her on WeChat.

I remember him complaining that Patrick Star was stupid and that she wouldn't grow taller because she didn't sleep at night.

That tone... it doesn't sound like that of a weathered old man at all.

I don't think so.

Luo Qianyu spoke into the microphone, her tone becoming lighter.

"Although I have never met him, I can feel a strong vitality in his lyrics and music."

"It's not the kind of decadence that comes from seeing through the world, but a kind of stubbornness that makes you look up at the sky even when life has you stuck in the mud."

"I think he must be a teenager with a lot of experience."

The host was stunned.

"juvenile?"

"Little Fish, are you sure you want to use this word to describe him?"

"Everyone online is guessing that he is at least forty years old, otherwise he wouldn't be able to write the profound feeling of 'When Dreams Awaken'."

Luo Qianyu smiled, her smile appearing pure under the light.

"Yes, young man."

"Because I hear youthful energy in his music."

"That kind of stubbornness that won't give up until you hit a wall is something adults have long since lost."

After listening, the host couldn't help but sigh.

"Youthful spirit...that's an interesting comment."

"Indeed, a man is a boy until he dies."

"Perhaps it is precisely because of this youthful spirit that has not been worn down by worldly affairs that he has been able to write so many works that touch the soul."

The audience erupted in enthusiastic applause.

Compared to deliberate hype, Luo Qianyu's sincere insights are much more touching.

The tense and awkward atmosphere instantly transformed into one of perfect harmony.

Luo Qianyu breathed a sigh of relief.

She felt she had made the right decision.

After the performance, Luo Qianyu returned to the backstage dressing room.

Before she could even sit down properly, the door to the dressing room was pushed open with a bang.

Sister Hong rushed in, her face as black as the bottom of a pot, wearing high heels.

"Luo Qianyu, have you lost your mind?"

Sister Hong slammed her tablet computer onto the table.

"What did I tell you?"

"I told you to give a hint! A hint! Can't you understand human language?"

"You actually said you'd never seen him in front of so many people?"

"Do you realize you just killed a chance for explosive popularity?"

Luo Qianyu sat in the chair, letting the makeup artist take off her hair.

Her expression was calm.

"Sister Hong, I don't want to lie."

"Don't want to lie?"

Sister Hong seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world.

"In this industry, you're telling me you don't want to lie?"

"Who do you think you are? Are you the Virgin Mary?"

"You're now just a nobody celebrity who can barely afford to pay your rent!"

"The company is spending money to promote you, not to make you a role model of honesty!"

"Do you know that the PR department even prepared the press release to match your suggestion?"

"And what did you do? You ruined it all with just one sentence!"

Hongjie pointed at Luo Qianyu's nose, trembling with anger.

"And what's with this bullshit 'youthful spirit' nonsense?"

"Have you ever seen a teenager dressed like a beggar, reeking of sourness?"

"You actually spoke up for that beggar? Do you have a crush on him?"

Luo Qianyu frowned.

"Sister Hong, please show some respect to Teacher Mingyue Qingfeng."

"He's not a beggar, he's a genius."

"genius?"

Sister Hong gave a cold laugh.

"In this industry, a genius who can't monetize his talent is worse than a dog."

"Let me tell you, Luo Qianyu, you've made me very unhappy today."

"All commercial performances scheduled for the next two weeks have been cancelled."

"You stay home and reflect on your actions. You can only come back to work when you've figured things out."

After saying that, Sister Hong stormed off in her high heels.

The dressing room fell into dead silence.

The makeup artist stood awkwardly to the side, unsure whether to continue what she was doing.

Luo Qianyu looked at herself in the mirror.

Although work has been suspended, and although the days ahead will be even more difficult.

But she felt a sense of relief she had never felt before.

She picked up her phone and habitually opened WeChat.

The moss-covered stone head still stands there quietly.

Luo Qianyu returned to her studio apartment and casually tossed her keys onto the table with a crisp sound.

The room was dark, with only the streetlights shining through the window, casting a stark white glow on the floor.

She groped her way to sit on the edge of the bed, feeling the creaking sound coming from the hard board.

Hongjie's words still echoed in my ears, buzzing like flies.

A two-week work stoppage means that not only will there be no bonus this month, but even the base salary will be deducted.

Luo Qianyu rubbed her stomach. She had only drunk a bottle of mineral water backstage at the music festival, and now she was so hungry that her stomach was cramping.

She opened her phone, and the Alipay repayment reminder popped up on time.

Life is so hard.

She was talking to herself, her voice sounding somewhat weak in the empty room.

She opened WeChat and instinctively found the stone avatar covered in moss.

For some reason, she only feels a sense of reality when chatting with this sarcastic, out-of-character guy.

Little Fish: Are you there?

Little Fish: I lost my job today, or more accurately, I was suspended from my post for investigation.

Little Fish: That Sister Hong is a monster. She made me lie and try to ride the wave of popularity.

In the basement, Xu Qing was sitting in front of his computer, the light from the screen reflecting on his face.

He just uploaded the draft of "Summer Trees and Elegant Paradise" to the backend for scheduled release.

He picked up his phone and glanced at it when he saw it vibrate.

Are you unemployed?

That's perfect, no need to go on gigs anymore, I can have more time to read.

Luo Qianyu was so angry when she saw the reply that she wanted to smash her phone.

Little Fish: Don't you have any compassion?!

Little Fish: If I don't have a job, I don't have money, and if I don't have money, I can't order takeout for you!

Little Fish: Do you know what I went through today?

Little Fish: We also have someone in our company named Bright Moon and Gentle Breeze. He released a new song, and it became incredibly popular.

Xiaoyuer: The whole internet is looking for him. Sister Hong asked me to hint to my fans that I know him, and even to imply that the female voice in that song is me.

: Then why don't you do it?

This kind of fame and fortune that comes knocking on your door is something many people would beg for but could never obtain.

Luo Qianyu lay on the pillow, her fingers tapping rapidly.

Little Fish: Because I don't know him!

Xiaoyuer: Although his songs are indeed incredibly good, I've listened to "Our Love" at least fifty times.

Little Fish: But I can't be shameless just to become famous, can I?

Little Fish: Besides, I think that Mingyue Qingfeng must be a very principled person. If I were to impersonate him, he would be disgusted to death if he found out.

Xu Qing looked at the screen, picked up the broken water vat next to her, and took a sip of water.

Do you think he has integrity?

Maybe he's just ugly and doesn't dare to see people.

Little Fish: You're not allowed to talk about my idol like that!

Xiaoyuer: Although he doesn't show his face, his talent is undeniable.

Xiaoyuer: I said on stage today that he has a youthful spirit, and I think he must be a very clean person.

Little Fish: If I could get him to sign it, I would definitely frame it and hang it above my bed.

Xu Qing looked at the words "clean person" and then looked down at the black dirt between her fingers.

He had been in the basement for too long, and he certainly didn't smell clean.

A signature is worthless; it can't put food on the table.

Little Fish: What do you know, you vulgar person who only knows how to eat instant noodles!

Little Fish: That's my spiritual pillar!

Little Fish: Hey, why do you all call yourselves Bright Moon and Gentle Breeze?

Little Fish: Others write songs and become number one on the entire internet, while you write books and get your account banned.

Little Fish: Is this what they mean by having the same name but different fates?

Xu Qing put down the water vat and leaned back in his chair.

: Is there a possibility?

: Are we actually the same person?

Luo Qianyu stared at the message for three seconds, then sent a series of hilarious voice messages.

"Hahaha, stop joking!"

"If you were that bright moon and gentle breeze, I'd go and eat the trash can downstairs right now!"

"Someone else sells a song for 1.5 million, and you're giving me back even 150 yuan, while you're living in a basement and eating pickled cabbage."

"If you are the bright moon and gentle breeze, then I am the eldest daughter of the Luo Group!"

Xu Qing listened to the clear laughter in the voice message, her face expressionless.

: The eldest daughter of the Luo Group?

: That's quite a coincidence, I'm the richest man's long-lost son.

Little Fish: Talkative.

Little Fish: To be honest, I feel really bad today.

Little Fish: Sister Hong said that honesty is useless in this industry, and sometimes I wonder if I have chosen the wrong path.

Little Fish: I want to sing, I want many people to hear my voice, but I don't want to become the kind of monster who will do anything for traffic.

Xu Qing's gaze deepened as she read the passage.

: I didn't choose the wrong path.

The problem was that the person leading the way was wrong.

Little Fish: I know Sister Hong is wrong, but I've already signed the contract, and I can't afford the penalty for breach of contract.

Little Fish: I can only wait, wait until I'm strong enough, or wait until the contract expires.

Little Fish: Oh dear, let's not talk about such discouraging things.

Little Fish: Have you updated your new book "Summer Trees" yet?

Little Fish: I just saw Qu Weiran appear. He seems weird. Could he be a villain?

Xu Qing's fingers paused on the keyboard for a moment.

He is the villain.

。 ：And it's a really bad kind.

Little Fish: How bad are you?

Little Fish: Will he steal Ya Wang away?

He will ruin Ya Wang.

Little Fish: You dare!

Little Fish: If you dare to write that Ya Wang has been ruined, I will really call the police!

Little Fish: Ya Wang is so wonderful, Xia Mu loves her so much, and Tang Xiaotian is still waiting for her.

Little Fish: You can't be so cruel.

Reality is a million times crueler than fiction.

This is called a literary conflict.

Without the baptism of pain, love is not profound enough.

Little Fish: I don't need anything profound, I just want sweetness!

Little Fish: You promised me yesterday that you'd make me something sweet!

Wasn't the beginning quite sweet?

One should not be too greedy.

Luo Qianyu rolled over in bed and looked at the ceiling.

Little Fish: You're hopeless.

Little Fish: By the way, what's the name of your new website, End Literature? Why are all the books on it so depressing?

Little Fish: I just randomly flipped through a few books, and reading them almost made me want to jump off a building.

Little Fish: Are you sure your kind of light and refreshing campus romance novel can survive there?

.:able.

Because my books are more depressing than theirs.

Little Fish: You just said it was "fresh and cute"!

Little Fish: You liar!

A refreshing kind of melancholy, without any conflict.

Luo Qianyu felt that her IQ was always insufficient when chatting with this man.

Little Fish: I'm not going to argue with you anymore, I'm going to cook noodles.

Little Fish: I need to go to the library tomorrow to find some materials and see if I can take on some freelance voice-over work.

Little Fish: Sister Hong cut off my source of income, so I have to support myself.

Go ahead.

Add an extra egg, don't starve yourself.

Little Fish: Eggs are very expensive!

Little Fish: One egg can buy two packs of noodles!

Little Fish: You rich people don't understand our suffering.

Xu Qing stared at the words "rich people" and fell silent.

You're right, I don't understand.

: I only know how to kill off the male protagonist.

Little Fish: If you dare to write about Xia Mu dying, I'll boil and eat your hairy stone head!