âWhy didnât you wait in the car?â Xu Qingyan asked, holding a small bag in his hand.
âItâs stuffy in the car,â she said.
Whether the car was stuffy or not varied from person to person.
As soon as she got into the car, Pei Muchan took the initiative to sit in the passenger seat. Seeing that he hadnât moved and was standing at the car door, she couldnât help but glance at him, her phoenix eyes spirited, with a hint of confusion.
âWhatâs wrong?â
âNo, nothing.â He opened the car door, sat in the driverâs seat, casually tossed the bag onto the back seat, and glanced again at Pei Muchan, who was sitting in the passenger seat.
He skillfully drove the car forward and started talking.
âBesides the interview, something interesting happened yesterday.â
âWhat?â
âA few universities contacted me to buy the cover copyright for âFragrance of Rice,â planning to use it as the main chorus piece for the freshman evening party.â He laughed, âHaha, a campus chorus, thatâs classic.â
âDid you agree? Wonât it affect the sales of the new song?â Pei Muchan asked.
âYeah.â He was steering the wheel and following the traffic flow, âThe song wasnât meant to make money in the first place, and college choirs willing to cover it can also broaden its influence.â
âThatâs true.â Pei Muchan nodded.
For some reason, Xu Qingyan always felt that Pei Muchanâs gaze seemed to linger on him inadvertently, causing a tingling sensation at the tip of his heart.@@novelbin@@
He remembered the inexplicable dream from last night, lush greenery overhead, drinking from the pavilion, serenaded by the flowing stream.
Not sleeping well, his mind was even more muddled.
âWhat are your plans for Mid-Autumn Festival tomorrow?â he asked.
âI donât know, the usual. Work on songs at the studio, do you plan to go back to your hometown?â she said, her expression unchanged, her gaze drifting over him.
âI donât have a tradition of going home for Mid-Autumn, not sure about this year, most likely will go back for the New Year.â
âMmm.â
Xu Qingyan let out a sigh, suppressing the restlessness that had nowhere to go.
Ever since last night, something had been off. It used to be that they spent every day together without feeling it. Just being apart for a day, from Xinghai to Yangcheng, Pei Muchanâs attitude had changed.
Just now at the airport, she had been quiet, wearing a mask and hat, with only her eyes showing. But they were like flowing spring water, her emotions completely overflowing.
Without any reason, a line popped into Xu Qingyanâs head, âI have unspeakable yearnings, a heart of unspoken depth.â
He suddenly felt it was absurd, a day apart felt more heartfelt than a long-awaited reunion. Their relationship had become this sticky, yet it wasnât usually that obvious.
His head, filled with messy thoughts, was cleared away. One couldnât be distracted while driving.
After a while, Pei Muchan suddenly said.
âThe TV drama âBlooming Along the Wayâ airs today, at eight tonight.â
âOkay.â
Back at the studio, after a good while of readjusting, the atmosphere between the two slowly returned to normal.
This time, Xu Qingyan really couldnât understand it. It seemed Pei Muchanâs card for tenderness was only valid at specific places like the airport; once out of that range, it expired.
Understanding a womanâs pleasant mood was difficult, as if all the subtle feelings were pressed in her heart. You wouldnât know when, but she had already set off fireworks in her mind.
Xu Qingyan watched Pei Muchan all day long, stealing glances whenever he could.
In the end, Pei Muchan was the first to break, holding coffee without drinking it, she sighed. Her gaze, fixed on the computer screen, drifted slightly away, her red lips parting.
âSomething on your mind?â
He blinked in confusion, thinking isnât that my line? She could watch in the car, but once back at the studio, couldnât he? It was as if lighting lamps was forbidden to the commoners.
âNo, just that your makeup seems smeared.â
Pei Muchan was speechless for a moment, âI didnât put on makeup today.â
âIs that so, canât tell, haha.â Xu Qingyan chuckled, then buried his head in the computer, muttering, âJust looking, wonât lose a piece of meat.â
Behind the computer screen at the opposite desk, Pei Muchan lowered her gaze, pursed her lips, and restrained the smile that wanted to emerge.
Her phone buzzed. She picked it up and took a look.
âLin Wanzhou has a performance for Mid-Autumn, do you know?â
âI know, the neighboring local TV channel has a Mid-Autumn evening show.â Xu Qingyan leaned back in his chair, looking at the ceiling, âWen Yun has abundant resources, a wide network, who knows how many people she knows.â
âWithdrawing after winning first place, and coming out unscathed, indeed impressive.â She nodded.
âSpeaking of which, you have industry resources too, right? How come Iâve never seen you mention them?â Xu Qingyan suddenly realized something and turned his head to look at Pei Muchan.
âGone.â She said calmly.
âGone?â
âYeah, a singerâs resources are usually shallow.â Pei Muchan looked up and explained, âI accumulated some resources back in Starlight Entertainment, but many of those connections have been half-blocked.â
One could guess why without even thinking. Pei Muchan left Starlight Entertainment during her peak years, went solo, and there was someoneâs deliberate push behind it.
Xu Qingyan looked up, saw Pei Muchanâs composure, and didnât bring it up again. Some things, even if asked, she might not know.
He thought it over and sent Zhou Mian a message to arrange a time for barbecue.
âBro, thereâs such good news?â
âJust say whether youâll come or not.â
âIâll come, but I have a cousin, you even gave her Pei Muchanâs autographed album last time.â Zhou Mian replied, âSheâs insistent, can I bring her along?â
âSure, nothing serious, just a gathering.â
He covered his phone, worked until about five in the afternoon, then suddenly took the keys and stood up. As he looked down, he saw Pei Muchan opposite him staring at him, her gaze seeming to ask a question.
Xu Qingyan was about to speak, but then he thought better of it, wanting to test his guess. So he just nodded and turned to walk out, one step, two steps, three steps.
âWhere are you going?â Her voice came from behind, the tone was hardly even.
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