The day after the end of the commercial performance, there was another huge storm on the Internet.

First of all, with Lin Chuan's new song "Match Heaven" as the title, it became the headline of major online media, and in just a few hours, it received unanimous praise from many netizens.

There are even some people with extremely rich imagination who have made a comprehensive analysis of this song.

From the lyrics of this song, you can feel that on a cold night, a child walks alone on the snow, he longs for family, longs for love, and longs for warmth.

These things are within reach for many people, but for the child in the song, it is a luxury that cannot be obtained in a lifetime.

Just when everyone used all their imagination to connect the hidden stories behind this song, a short story called "The Little Match Girl" was published on the Internet.

It was cold, it was still snowing, and it was the last day of the year, Chinese New Year's Eve.

On this cold and dark night, a little girl walks barefoot on the street. When she came out of the house, she was still wearing a pair of large slippers, but as she crossed the street, a horse-drawn carriage suddenly rushed towards her, and she was so frightened that she ran away from the slippers.

The little girl had to walk barefoot in this ice and snow, and a pair of little feet were frozen with a piece of green and a piece of red. She had lots of matches in her old apron and a handful in her hand.

For the whole day, she didn't sell a single one.

Poor her, cold and hungry, shivering and curled up in the corner. She was afraid to go home for fear of being beaten by her father.

Moreover, it is just as cold at home as it is outside.

The biting cold wind blew by, and the little girl's whole body was about to be frozen, and a pair of small hands were also frozen.

She wanted to warm herself with matches, even if it was just a little bit of temperature. However, when she thought of her father's terrible appearance, she hesitated again.

But after a while, she heard a "whoosh", and she finally mustered up the courage to polish a match.

The match glowed strangely, and a large stove appeared in front of the little girl. She reached out and wanted to warm herself. Just at this time, the matches went out and the stove was gone.

The little girl hurriedly polished the second match, and the fire shone on the wall. She saw a long dining table with many delicacies, and a fragrant roast goose with a knife and fork on its back fluttering in front of the little girl.

The little girl stretched out her hand and was about to grab it, but the match went out again.

When the third match was lit, the little girl found herself sitting under a beautiful Christmas tree. The tree is large and beautiful, with all kinds of postcards and other trinkets hanging on it.

At this time, the match was extinguished again, and the candlelight on the Christmas tree slowly rose into the sky, streaking across the sky, leaving a red line.

Her mother used to tell her that when a star falls, a soul will go to God. Is there another person who is going to die?

The little girl sadly took out another match and polished it on the wall, and this time, her mother appeared.

"Mom!" The little girl exclaimed excitedly, "Please take me away, I know that if the match goes out, you will be gone, like the warm stove, the fragrant roast goose, the beautiful Christmas tree, it will be gone!" ”

The little girl cried, she didn't want her mother to disappear from her eyes like those things. So, she took out a large match and lit it.

The fire is bigger, and the figure of my mother has become clearer and more beautiful. The mother smiled and stretched out her hands, took the little girl in her arms, and flew together towards a place where there was no cold, no hunger and no pain.

The next morning, when the little girl was found, she was dead, frozen to death on that Chinese New Year's Eve.

"Damn, who wrote this story, it's so sad, isn't it? What a pathetic little girl! ”

"That's the story behind Matchsticks? The little girl is so pathetic, woo woo woo ......"

"In this world, how can there be such a ruthless father, who takes out other people's flesh and beats him severely."

"Why haven't I heard this story before, could it be that Brother Chuan wrote it himself? Tut-tut, Brother Chuan is really a demon......"

With the emergence of this story, those Sichuan fans were once again shocked without accident.

At this moment, Lin Chuan was sitting in front of the computer, looking at the post bar and the meager message, with a wry smile on his face.

"Hahaha, Ogawa, this story is so well written!" Gao Mingyuan laughed out loud and gave a thumbs up.

"Uh...... Uncle Gao, I didn't write it, and I'm not bored enough to write these things. Lin Chuan frowned and quickly denied it.

"What, didn't you write it? Who else could that be, who else but you know the story? Gao Mingyuan was stunned for a moment, with a stunned expression on his face.

When this story was first published online, it caused a lot of heated discussions.

After Gao Mingyuan saw it, he was also very excited. No, not long after arriving at the company, he hurriedly ran to Lin Chuan's house.

"Uncle Gao, you should ask Xiao Wu and Gao Meng, besides me, don't the two of them also know this story?" Lin Chuan shrugged helplessly.

When celebrating in the hotel yesterday, Gao Mingyuan mentioned this incident.

"Matchheaven Paradise" is not like other songs, it is full of love and love things from beginning to end. There is clearly a story hidden in the lyrics of this song.

In this regard, Uncle Gao and Gao Meng are also very curious. Even Lin Yiyang looked expectant.

Helpless, Lin Chuan had no choice but to tell the story of "The Little Match Girl" again.

After listening to it at that time, Gao Mingyuan and the others didn't say anything, but they just felt that the story was very sad. But who would have thought that it would be posted on the Internet the next day.

Uncle Gao laughed dryly, shook his head and said: "Xiao Wu is honest, he doesn't have so many hearts, if it really wasn't written by you, then it must be cute, this girl ......"

When Lin Chuan heard this, he also smiled slightly, and did not comment on this matter.

"By the way, at two o'clock this afternoon, there will be a press conference, and I will ask Xiao Wu to come and pick you up at that time." Uncle Gao said with a smile.

"Press conference? So suddenly? Lin Chuan was stunned, he didn't get any news before this.

After hearing this, Uncle Gao also shook his head with a wry smile, and said a little helplessly: "It's really a little sudden, but I can't help it, it's no secret that you signed a contract with Heaven and Earth Culture." Rather than waiting for those reporters to be exposed, let's take the initiative to announce it. ”

Hearing Uncle Gao say this, Lin Chuan couldn't help but nodded.

Subsequently, the two chatted briefly about the press conference held in the afternoon, which was nothing more than announcing Lin Chuan's joining Tiandi Culture Brokerage Company and what new trends there were in the remaining months of the year.

These things don't need Lin Chuan to worry about, and someone will naturally deal with them when the time comes.

After sending Uncle Gao away, Lin Chuan returned to the bedroom and saw his son sitting on the floor first, holding a match in his hand, rowing desperately.

"Yangyang, what are you doing?" Lin Chuan frowned.

"Daddy!" Lin Yiyang turned around, took a match that had not been lit yet, and said, "Why can't you see the stove and roast goose?" ”

The son's innocent expression, coupled with his immature voice, made Lin Chuan's brows stretch instantly, and he walked closer with a smile and said, "It's just a fairy tale, it's all a lie." ”

"But......" Lin Yiyang pursed his lips and unwillingly struck the match in his hand.

Phew!

The moment the firelight lit up, Lin Yiyang held his breath and stared at the flames without blinking, as if he wanted to see something in the fire.

This move made Lin Chuan's heart pinch suddenly. At this moment, he really realized that his son did not want to see any stove or roast goose.

In fact, what he wants to see most is his mother, who has never met.

Yes, when Lin Yiyang was very young, An Xi'er left. There were no memories, not a single photo, nothing, as if it had never existed.

But the feelings for his mother have always been deeply buried in Lin Yiyang's heart.

In the past, the little one would occasionally ask about his mother or what he looked like. However, since Lin Chuan was in kindergarten and was heard by his son when he mentioned the past to Wang Yue, he has not asked any questions about his mother.

This word, from that moment on, seemed to have become taboo.

The matches were lit one by one, and it was not until most of them were lit that Lin Yiyang reluctantly went into the ashtray. The same action, in the hands of this five-year-old child, was repeated over and over again......

Lin Chuan didn't stop it, he didn't have the right to stop a child from missing his mother. The only thing he can do now is to accompany his son quietly.

……

At two o'clock in the afternoon, reporters from various well-known units in Kyoto were invited to attend the press conference.

It is no secret that Lin Chuan signed a contract with Tiandi Culture Agency, and there are all kinds of debates about this matter on the Internet.

But they're here today for more than just one piece of news. Since the launch of 'One Song Became Famous', Lin Chuan's body has been covered with a layer of mystery.

Whether it is every song he composes, or his personal situation, it has attracted the attention of many people. Now that it's hard to see something alive, how can these reporters be willing to ask something that doesn't have any nutrients?

After waiting for a while, Lin Chuan, accompanied by Uncle Gao, appeared in front of the reporters. Not long after they sat down, several reporters raised their hands, ready to ask questions.

Before this, Gao Mingyuan had already made full arrangements, and he seemed confident.

"Mr. Lin Chuan, everyone is curious about what your original intention was in signing Tiandi Culture?"

"Mr. Lin, you sang a new song yesterday, where did your inspiration come from?"

"Mr. Lin, what are your plans for the future? Have you ever thought about entering the film and television industry? ”

These questions are normal, and they are not difficult to answer. Lin Chuan sat there with a smile on his face, asking and answering, and the progress was also very harmonious.

However, at this moment, another reporter stood up.

"Mr. Lin, I heard that you have a lovely son, so have you ever thought about finding a stepmother for him? What are the special standards or requirements for stepmothers? ”

As soon as this question was asked, most of the people present were shocked, including Lin Chuan and Gao Mingyuan, and their faces couldn't help but change slightly.

Especially Uncle Gao, looking at the reporter with a bad face, roared loudly in his heart: ", haven't you already given a red envelope?" How can such a question be asked? ”