Xu Qingyan was oblivious to what was happening until six or seven days after the New Year had passed.@@novelbin@@
In the morning, it was still the usual hustle and bustle of daily work.
The directorâs team had created a special project group for the Qin Opera âpainted-faceâ actors to research and discuss how to design the Generalâs face paint. By coincidence, Xu Qingyan was also pulled into it to study and learn together.
He had been following the work on the actorâs costume, make-up, and props for the past couple of days, not only having to learn on the job but also to provide constructive feedback. After toiling for two nights and days, he was considerably worn out but finally understood the intricacies involved.
In this state, the dance director, Xiao Shujun, suddenly sent him an inexplicable message.
âXu Qingyan, youâve become famous.â
His first reaction was a shock, secretly fearing that something had been exposed. The time he took action, he remembered there were no cameras around, and wondered if Xiao Shujun hadnât taken care of the aftermath at all.
But then he thought it seemed unlikely, judging by her tone, it seemed like it was some good news.
âFamous?â
Silently, a voice message came through.
âYes, the three songs you wrote, âBlue and White Porcelain,â âWindâs Rising,â and âBig Fish,â are being hotly contested between Xiangnan Station and Jing Station.â Xiao Shujun sounded somewhat displeased, âWhy didnât you ever mention it?â
âNo, Sister Jun.â Xu Qingyan also sent a voice message, âIâm just a songwriter, how would I know which song will become a hit? Itâs not like I can write one and then shout it from a megaphone to the whole world.â
On the phone, Xiao Shujun almost found his words reasonable upon hearing them.
âYou sly one, which of your songs hasnât been a hit?â
âThere is one, have you heard of âLove in the Rainâ?â Xu Qingyan replied swiftly.
âNo, did you write it?â
âYeah.â
Xiao Shujun: ââ¦â¦â
For a moment, she didnât know what to say; his sophistry was truly abundant. If she wasnât careful, sheâd find herself trapped by his arguments. Just because she hadnât heard of âLove in the Rainâ didnât mean it wasnât popular, just not popular enough.
âSister Jun, what do you mean by âhotly contestedâ?â
âThe hype, donât you go online yourself? Jing Station and Xiangnan Station are each promoting their New Yearâs Eve songs.â Xiao Shujun was rather speechless, âAnd in doing so, theyâve managed to push the three songs you wrote to the top.â
âAh?â Xu Qingyan was baffled, âIâve been pulling all-nighters these past few days, so Iâve had little spare time.â
He didnât even have the time to reply to the little divaâs messages, let alone browse the net!
Xu Qingyan had never been this tense, even during college entrance exams, absorbing everything like a sponge, insisting on learning while working, believing the world was a huge, makeshift band and with enough courage, one could venture to any extreme.
After two or three days of nocturnal suffering, he finally managed to scrape by. Not only did he get to grips with the Qin Opera costume and make-up, but he also offered two groundbreaking suggestions, leaving no one suspecting that he was a novice just two days prior.
The world is like that; if you dare to take the plunge, youâll find that everyoneâs level is more or less the same. Of course, this only applies to specific circumstances. If itâs about technology⦠or coding for that matter, then even a skilled woman canât cook without rice, as thereâs no cramming possible.
âAnyway, just know this is good news for you, and I estimate in a couple of days you will get an opportunity for an exclusive interview.â Xiao Shujun said, âThe main station is working on promotions, but even if itâs filmed, itâs not certain it will be aired.â
âAlright, Iâve got it.â Xu Qingyan didnât react much.
Xiao Shujun knew what he was thinking; he probably felt that an interview was neither here nor there, not as good as some tangible benefits.
âWith your qualifications, thereâs no need to worry about finding someone to be your director as we talked about before.â Xiao Shujun replied, âIn three or four days, after the big rehearsal, Iâll send you a message.â
âHave you finished the script?â she asked.
Xu Qingyan had only written a bit, he answered.
âItâs all finished.â
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