101: Humans are not fit to rule the world, let earthworms do it!
Chen Fang picked up his phone.
It was 11:55 PM.
It would soon be Children's Day, and with the holiday, many kids would be playing games. For them, this was a rare opportunity, wasn't it?
Chen Fang curled his lips into a smile.
Heh heh, time to play games and beat up some kids.
Let them have a complete childhood!
...
Like Chen Fang, many other night owls were also awake.
In a high-end residential area in the Capital.
A woman in her 40s, dressed sharply, walked out of the elevator, wearing headphones, and said wearily:
"Mom, the crew can't leave right now."
"Mom, I trust the two of them, father and son."
"Can you stop overthinking at home? Xiao Yu wanted to go to the amusement park, and I couldn't get away, so I let the two of them, father and son, go together, and they even sent me photos."
"Our relationship has always been good, where would a mistress come from?"
"You really don't need to worry."
"Mom, you should rest early."
The woman hung up the phone, opened her front door, changed her shoes, and went inside.
She didn't turn on the lights and walked straight to the sofa, collapsing heavily onto it, sinking into the soft cushions. She closed her eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and raised a hand to brush her hair back.
She was the producer of the legend of fong sai-yuk, named Producer Tang Shan.
Recently, the crew wanted to speed up progress and cast roles by mid-June, so everyone was very busy, working on multiple fronts: scouting locations, preparing props, screening actor candidates...
And as the producer, she was also swamped.
Work was just busy, but that phone call just now made her irritated.
Her son wanted to go to the amusement park, but she really couldn't get away, so she let her husband and son go by themselves.
Her mother, retired and idle at home, actually called her to say, if you're so busy with work and neglect your family, it's easy for others to interfere!
She was really fed up; the couple's relationship was quite good, but these elders just loved to worry unnecessarily.
It would be fine if they could help, but they didn't help at all, only created anxiety.
More than ten years ago, her mother said that women shouldn't stay at home, disconnect from society, and then they wouldn't keep up with their husband's pace.
She was busy with work, maintained a good balance, and her marital relationship was also quite good.
Then her mother complained that she couldn't care for the family like a full-time wife.
Demands, demands, demands, why were there so many demands from elders and society on her? She had to be this, and that, and also that. Was this her life, or her mother's life?!
So annoying.
Producer Tang Shan lay flat on the sofa, picked up her phone, turned on the speaker, opened her music app, and wanted to find a song to soothe her mood.
She scrolled through the playlist a few times but didn't find a satisfactory song.
Some music was like an alarm clock, making one think of going to work as soon as they heard it.
After browsing for a while, she sighed and tapped "For You."
The speaker played one song after another, some sad, some passionate.
They were all okay, but she always felt they didn't achieve the goal of relaxation.
Producer Tang Shan yawned, picked up her phone, and thought, just one more song.
If it wasn't good, then she would just wash up and go to sleep.
Pressing the "Next" button, a song titled "Misty Rain" popped up.
From the Bluetooth speaker came a melodious bamboo flute sound and a sorrowful singing.
Producer Tang Shan rested her head on her arm and closed her eyes.
Soon, three minutes passed, and the music's melody reached its outro. She picked up her phone, tapped the plus sign, and added it to her playlist.
It was very peaceful, not bad.
But her current state couldn't possibly immerse her in it.
Don't let her serious, mature, and steady demeanor during the day fool you; at midnight, people just want to go crazy.
Her current state... perfectly matched two phrases she heard an intern say at the crew today—
She wanted to become an octopus! That way she could slap eight people at once!
Having and raising children? Hahahaha, she had the temper of a baby, the mind of a child, the age of an adult, the body of an elder, the work of a grandchild; one person already embodied five generations!
She wanted to go crazy. A peaceful song? Couldn't listen to it at all!
No more listening; it was better to roar a few times under the covers than listen to music.
She picked up her phone, and the music app had already automatically started playing the next song.
Just as she was about to turn off the music, a low string bass sound came from the speaker, oppressive yet anticipatory, as if a crisis was about to erupt.
While she was momentarilystunned, a slightly hoarse female voice emerged. The voice was deep and magnetic, like a match lit in the darkness, faint yet bright, accusingly narrating an inner struggle and helplessness.
"You want me to be crazy, and you want me to not live alone"
"You want me to be cold and alluring, and you want me to be frivolous and cheap"
"You want me to be sunny, and you want me to be charming yet unwavering"
"You mock me for being without control over my tears and laughter, and you mock me for having a heart like deadwood"
...
Producer Tang Shan felt her heart pound even more strongly with the music, waving her arms to the rhythm.
From the lyrics, it seemed to be about a partner in love demanding too much from them.
She didn't have any difficulties in love, but she heard more of the pain of being demanded and constrained in this song.
From childhood, her parents made her bury herself in homework, didn't allow her to take interest classes, yet hoped she would be an all-rounder.
They wanted her to be docile and obedient, not to argue, yet they also wanted her to think independently and have her own opinions.
After getting married, she had to be successful in her career and also take care of her family. She had to create good conditions and also provide emotional companionship.
Damn it, humans aren't suited to rule the world; let the earthworms do it! They can be split in half!
Producer Tang Shan tilted her head back, panting with the beat, and waving her arms.
Soon, three and a half minutes passed.
Producer Tang Shan let out a long sigh, feeling so comfortable, as if she had cursed out all the things that were stuck in her heart.
She picked up her phone.
This song was called... "flammable and explosive"?
Haha, indeed, she was flammable and explosive right now!
She looked at the performer's name.
Hmm? It's Teacher Yue.
Teacher Yue had also sung a few songs about pursuing freedom before, but in terms of emotional outburst, none were as good as this one.
Those songs were mostly didactic, telling people to use reason and discard worldly views. But this song was about unrestrained venting: I do care, I will roar, I will release.
It was as refreshing as crying loudly after experiencing a sad event.
It seemed that this time, she had found a very high-level composer to elevate her.
Producer Tang Shan briefly thought about the production team before pulling her thoughts back, clicking on single-song repeat, letting the low prelude resound in the living room once more.
Listening to the song, her fingers tapped open the comment section. In the comment section, a small portion were fans, but most were passersby.
"Sister has a new song! Support!"
"Is this about the white rose and the red rose? Getting one, but still wanting the other."
"My boyfriend is just like that; he wants me to be beautiful, he wants me to be capable of earning money, and he wants me to take care of his parents. It's too hard."
"It's not just about gender, is it? Who in the world doesn't have many demands placed on them? The world is made up of countless people."
"I think many people have many demands on any other individual who is not themselves."
"Hahahaha! They want me to be a fresh graduate but also hope I have a lot of experience, only pay five thousand but make me work six days a week without sleep, brainwash me but also want me to be independent and have integrity, laugh at my bad school but happily exploit me for free."
"Upstairs, I sang along. You're really a show-off."
"I think it can be understood as human preferences; most people like to see contrasts: the ascetic reaching climax, the debauched begging for mercy, the promiscuous being innocent, the holy being depraved, the plunderer being gentle, the loyal being possessive, the weak erupting, the strong falling into hardship."
"Who cares what it's about, as long as it makes me feel good!!"
"Me too, I worked overtime all day, my resentment is heavier than a ghost's, after hearing this, I am the ghost! Let it be what it may."