21: It's enough to be nice to your face, but behind your back... he might curse you even more harshly.
“What’s the name of this song?” Zhao Jin asked under the faint moonlight.
“one meat and one vegetable.”
“Is it your song?”
Chen Fang nodded slightly.
Otherwise, what could he say? That it was from a deity in a dream?
Zhao Jin looked at him in surprise, “Did you also write the lyrics and compose the music?”
Chen Fang chuckled, “Given my current circumstances, do you think I could find someone to write lyrics and compose music for me?”
Zhao Jin also laughed, “The style has changed a lot. Although I don’t understand music, I can tell that this song is of very high quality.”
Zhao Jin was silent for a moment, then continued, “It’s good to create your own music. Being an idol is quite restrictive, but now that you’re free of those limitations, your future development will get better and better.”
Chen Fang pursed his lips.
To say such a somewhat biased blessing in front of tens of thousands of live viewers… he didn’t know how to comment. In any case—
“Thank you.”
After sincerely saying this, Chen Fang looked up at the sky.
Influenced by the original owner’s emotions, he had initially thought this world was full of malice.
But stepping away from the internet and going out, he found that the people around him were quite kind, and some even showed goodwill.
Even if they had opinions about him, they kept them to themselves.
Oh, right, except for Guo Congxin, that idiot.
This much in person was enough. As for behind his back, he probably cursed even worse.
Chen Fang withdrew his gaze, “Let’s go, we’re almost there.”
“Mm.”
...
Down the mountain, Director Liu Yang looked at the screen, his heart filled with joy and surprise.
Chen Fang actually sang so well?
With this level, he could even rank among the top few in the currently most popular music variety show, The Voice of Nature.
Why hadn’t he noticed such high musical talent in him before?
The director thought for a moment, then suddenly realized.
He understood! Those upbeat songs before were created by Jia Kang Entertainment based on his loyal dog persona. They fit the persona but weren’t suitable for his voice.
Songs he wrote himself allowed for smoother emotional expression. Plus, with his current downfall and low spirits, singing felt even more natural and effortless.
This was simply a treasure he had stumbled upon!
It was a pity he was burdened with negative publicity.
The director stroked his chin, his gaze falling on the bottom right corner of the screen.
The entertainment industry was full of truths and falsehoods. Perhaps he was truly wronged? Should he help him out?
But… Jia Kang had already abandoned him. He couldn’t afford to get involved in the underlying interests.
The director frowned slightly and sighed softly.
Forget it, let nature take its course. Focus on the present first.
He turned to the Assistant Director and instructed, “This song matches our theme very well. It’s likely to become quite popular, and it’s suitable for background music in terms of both theme and popularity. They’re almost at the finish line. Later, contact Chen Fang to discuss the usage rights and how to promote this song.”
“Mm, okay. As for promotion, their live stream now has 98,000 viewers, so marketing accounts will definitely edit and promote it immediately. No need to worry.”
“Mm, thank you for your hard work.” The director turned back and looked at the cemetery on the screen.
...
Meanwhile, Wang Ping, who had been clamoring to record the screen to teach her daughter a lesson ten minutes ago, was now in tears.
Yet, she couldn’t help but replay the recording, listening again to that gentle voice, full of longing and sorrow.
Because in that voice, she felt as if she could close her eyes and see her grandmother, the grandmother who always waited for her under the jujube tree at the door of the earthen house.
Now, the moon was still round.
But the lamp in her hometown could never be lit again.
“The moon is bright, the wind is light, is it you tapping on my window frame? Hear this and don’t worry, I’m actually doing quite well.”
Wang Ping slowly opened her eyes.
Grandma, I’m doing quite well too, don’t worry…
Wang Ping pulled out two tissues, wiped away her tears, and paused the video.
She looked up and took a deep breath, suddenly noticing that her daughter had peeked out of her bedroom, cautiously watching her.
The moment their eyes met, her daughter shrank her neck and whispered, “Mom, don’t cry, I just won’t watch Chen Fang.”
Wang Ping was slightly stunned.
Right, the reason she recorded the screen was to show her daughter that he was a scumbag.
But…
As soon as she thought of Chen Fang, the voice singing “Hear this and don’t worry, I’m actually doing quite well” resurfaced in her mind.
That voice, trying hard to sound gentle, masking sadness and weariness, was so much like herself when she lied to reassure her parents.
This young man seemed a bit pathetic.
Wang Ping clenched her fingers, her gaze slightly evasive, “Um… you go to sleep first. It’s almost ten o’clock, go to bed.”
Her daughter pulled her head back into the bedroom and closed the door.
Wang Ping took a deep breath, looking at the tall yet desolate figure on her phone’s screen recording.
People often say to separate the work from the person. This is very true.
Moreover, what’s in front of the camera and behind it shouldn’t be confused. To convince her daughter, it’s better to organize the evidence and persuade her.
Thinking this, Wang Ping opened her laptop and searched for “Chen Fang” on the web.
At the same time.
Marketing accounts and other media outlets quickly recorded snippets of Chen Fang humming during the live broadcast, added explanations, edited a few lyrics, and posted them online.
With the large number of marketing accounts joining in, and the adventures already at the top of the entertainment charts, one meat and one vegetable quickly spread.
On Capital’s Metro Line 4.
A middle-aged man, having just finished overtime, leaned tiredly against the subway railing, idly browsing his phone, and felt a ripple in his heart when he heard the a cappella singing.
He quickly opened Penguin Music and NetEase Cloud Music, searching for the song title and lyrics, but couldn’t find the music.
Only the singing, interspersed with marketing account explanations, echoed in his ears.
The more the middle-aged man listened, the more his heart yearned. He simply clicked on the customer feedback page at the bottom of the screen, “No satisfactory results found, tell us,” selected “Cannot find the desired song,” and in the detailed description wrote, “This song is very good, recommend releasing it as soon as possible.” Then he clicked submit.
At the same time, many others like him, under the faint moonlight tinged with sorrow, either because they couldn’t go home for May Day, or were reminded of long-unseen relatives, or were immersed in memories depicting the figures of loved ones, guided by netizens who could find everything but a partner, flocked to the official account of the adventures to leave messages. Some even, unaware of the contract termination, ran to Jia Kang Entertainment’s official account to urge them to record the song quickly.
...
Just as many people were stirred by this music, immersed in a faint melancholy.
Chen Fang and Zhao Jin were flushed, panting, and their hearts racing as they quickly climbed towards the tallest tombstone.
Seeing that the tallest tombstone was only about 10 meters away, the two quickened their pace and ran up rapidly.
Finally, they arrived in front of a large tombstone nearly one meter wide.
The tombstone was engraved with the elder’s name—Wang Cuilan. Teacher Tian said that she was a gentle grandmother during her lifetime.
After bowing, Chen Fang stood up and examined the tombstone.
But after circling it, he couldn’t find the leaf Teacher Tian had mentioned.