Just like that, separated by a door, the two people have two completely different emotions, slowly fermenting in their hearts.

"I believe he was at that time." The voice of the original owner passed through the four years, through the whistling of fans, through the glare of the stage, through the screams of the microphone,

Through life and death.

Softly like a sigh.

"Why is this happening?" , This is the first thing Xia Qingyu said to Song Ming when he came to this world, he answered very hesitantly, stumbling to explain. The two men sat in the back seat of the same car, and the noise of the press conference and the invective of the people faded away, and the glittering light of the neon lights was reflected in the car window, like a monster with teeth and claws.

But the distance between her and Song Ming is more than one door panel.

I don't know if it's because the original owner has a slight autism, after Xia Qingyu took over this body, she actually rarely felt her residual emotions and wishes. This feeling is very bad, because the system says that as long as you don't clearly understand the original owner's wishes and achieve the original owner's wishes, the original owner's emotions will always remain in the body.

It's like two souls in one.

[I thought that her only wish was to sing.] Rubbing his temples with a headache, the impact of the memory just now on him will still be a little big, Xia Qingyu can clearly feel that his brain is hurting for a while.

[Human emotions are complex,] the system yawned with a big wolf mouth, and stretched comfortably. [More precisely, greed.] 】

[It's okay, I'll fulfill these wishes perfectly.] After a long pause, Xia Qingyu said this, [At least now, many things have been clear and clear. 】

The original owner's three wishes: Song Ming's apology, thanking the person when he was a child, and singing his own song.

A bell rang, and the communicator on Xia Qingyu's wrist rang. In order to facilitate contact, Shen Chen saved the communication methods of herself, Leng Xuan, Zhao Ziling and others into her communicator, saying that she was the one that Lao Zhao took care of, and they would help if they said anything.

"Leng Xuan?" It was really an unexpected call.

"Long time no see, Miss Xia has been okay lately?" Leng Xuan on the other end of the phone said the daily greetings, if they hadn't only met once, just listening to this familiar tone, they would have thought that the two of them were old friends who had known each other for more than ten years.

"I want to discuss with Miss Xia, what do you think about the few songs you sang in the live broadcast room recently, as well as the audio that went viral on the Internet?" His tone was very pleasant, and he didn't seem to mind the comments of the Internet on Xingchen Entertainment, and even directly affected the company's stock price.

"We have properly handled Lu Qier's affairs, and she will not appear in the company in the future. So I called this time to find Miss Xia to seek cooperation. ”

"Although we had some misunderstandings before, I believe that my personal sincerity was shown early on, right?"

Yes, on the side that Lao Zhao's family saw, he directly forgave her debts on behalf of the company, and since then he has not suppressed her. At that time, she wondered whether Grandpa Zhao's face was so big, or whether there was another reason for the president to treat her so differently.

I don't know if Miss Xia has any plans to release an album for several of her new songs. Stars will provide you with the best recording venues, prepare the best tuners and recommend publicity for you. I am very confident that whether it is manpower or influence, we Xingchen are the undisputed leaders in the industry, and Miss Xia must have felt our strength during the signing period. ”

"I believe that there is no conflict of interest between us, in my name, we will definitely provide you with the highest standard contract, Miss Xia can think about it?"

"Thank you, I will." Xia Qingyu replied very calmly, neither indignant at the company's previous practices, nor the joy of being valued.

[Misty grass, are you still going to agree? The wolf ears of the system stand up.

[Xingchen is indeed a very good step for me, with their publicity, it is a hundred times stronger than my live broadcast for a month. Hanging up the phone, Xia Qingyu put away the communicator and explained.

[Moreover, there is really no need for a conflict of interest at this time.] 】

————I'm the lovely dividing line————

On the other end of the phone, Leng Xuan shook the communicator that had just spoken to Leng Father, who was sitting opposite.

"How about it, I think I can stop communicating with the Lu family." On the desktop is the document that Leng Xuan handed to Leng Xuan before the call, and now it has been turned over a little messy, and there are some incidents about "smuggling" written on the top of the few sheets. Father Leng's face was obviously unsightly, and the edges of several pieces of paper were scratched and wrinkled due to excessive force.

"I don't think it'......"

Of course, if my father thinks they can be trusted, they can continue to work together on overseas projects. It's just-" Leng Xuan put away the materials on the mahogany table one by one and folded them, moving seriously and slowly, like a nobleman enjoying Western food.

"My Star Entertainment is destined not to cooperate."

"You rebel!" Father Leng slammed the table, "You and the Lu family still have a marriage contract, do you think that the relationship between the two families can be broken!" ”

"What is my father talking about," Leng Xuan was not frightened by Father Leng's sudden movements at all, and neatly rearranged the collected materials in the upper right corner of the desk, not even the smile between his eyebrows was half alarmed.

"The marriage contract naturally has to be dissolved, but it's just a piece of land, and if you don't want it, you don't want it."

"Ridiculous! This is our investment in the past six months, is it something you say will be wasted? Father Leng's eyes were a little bloodshot with anger, and he pointed at Leng Xuan, the skin wrinkled because of his age, and the exposed cyan blood vessels seemed to be trembling.

"If you can't do it, I don't mind changing someone at all!"

Leng Xuan took care of himself and made a retreating ritual gesture, walking past his father's hand pointing at his nose, and when his hand reached the doorknob of the room,

"Father, a long pain is better than a short pain." His eyes were fixed on the hand holding the doorknob, as if he were trying to make a hole there.

"The smuggling matter was decided by the Shen Zhao and Bai families to be encircled and suppressed, and with the protection of the state, the ending of the Lu family is already certain. Whether it's better to get out sooner rather than later, I shouldn't need to prove it to you. ”

"Or does your father think that Xingchen Entertainment is still the same as it was at the beginning, a toy that can be manipulated by you at will?"

Father Leng's lips trembled, he didn't say a word, and finally sat on the chair with some wooden flutes, "Do you think that because your wings are hard, you can do whatever you want without listening to me?" ”

"Father," Father Leng looked at the child who had grown up under his nose for so many years, maintaining proper etiquette and smiling throughout the whole process, and the tone of conversation was so peaceful that it could be called gentle, and he suddenly felt a little terrible.

"I don't need to live like you, like a puppet, and I have to think about everything I do."

Leng Xuan's eyes finally let go of the doorknob, and looked at his father who was sitting in the seat, smiling very cheerfully and innocently, with the child's admiration for his father.

"Because, I'm better than——, you, understand?"

Seeing him out, Father Leng slumped in his chair, and it wasn't until long after he pushed the door and left that he was relieved from the coldness just now. He got up and walked to the bookshelf behind him, his eyes lingering on one book after another, and finally stopped at the "Tale of the Long Pavilion" in the corner, and pulled the book out.

Father Leng spread out the book and carefully rubbed its cover, and the small line was still there.

The willows are still drunk

The bright moon doesn't shine on me

The old traces are scattered in early autumn

This pavilion is still the same

Father Leng's fingers depicted the words on the cover, stroke by stroke, slowly unfolding the frowning brows, stroke by stroke, and the cloudy eyes gradually became gentle. If Leng Xuan was present at this time, there would definitely be people who admired that these two people were indeed father and son, and even the curvature of their eyebrows and smiles was the same.

He opened this "The Legend of the Long Pavilion", starting from the cover, and carefully tore off the pages, tearing them very flat, striving to be complete, one after another.

Then I clicked on the lighter and burned page after page.

His eyes reflected the flames, the black smoke of the burning paper, and the line of words that were gradually engulfed in flames:

The old traces are scattered in early autumn

This pavilion is still the same

- I'm the lovely dividing line -

And after the phone call with Leng Xuan, Xia Qingyu received another news: Zhao Ziling said that the music score she had sent before had a very good curative effect, and Grandpa Zhao slept very peacefully for a week.

"Really, thank you so much, really." Zhao Ziling said very excitedly, "Grandpa has rested very well during this time, and physiotherapists have said that if you continue to maintain, grandpa's health will improve a lot." ”

That score is Xia Qingyu's bedtime song adapted from "Tonight", removing the complicated lyrics and musical instruments to set off the atmosphere, and becoming more suitable for the elderly to listen to before going to bed. Because he has always been very concerned about the day of the dinner meeting, the old man's eyes were thick and black, Xia Qingyu can be said to have revised this song overnight, and added a lot of references.

Of course, she did not expect that this manuscript would end up in the hands of Professor Liu.

Professor Liu is the former director of the Imperial Capital Conservatory of Music and still has a high reputation in the music industry. It's just that he doesn't like today's pop music very much, thinking that most of it is a show-off thing, and few juniors really calm down to appreciate the connotation and effect of music.

Professor Liu and Zhao Yun were close friends, and they all relied on Zhao Yun's support when he was down in his early years. And Zhao Yun's good erhu was taught by Professor Liu. The old man who has been over 70 years in the past two years is now idle, and he likes to get together to fish, play chess, and reminisce about the past.

Professor Liu has known about Zhao Yun's insomnia for many years, although he has also tried music therapy, but with little success. Zhao Yun waved his hand every time to comfort him, saying that it was a heart disease. But looking at his old friend's body that was getting more and more emaciated due to insomnia, Professor Liu's heart was as uneasy as if he was carrying a stone.

And this time I received a manuscript from Zhao Ziling, saying that it was a song with a good effect on insomnia. At first, he looked at the face of his old friend and grandson twice, and found that this song was really written in a unique style.

Open the audio recorded by Xia Qingyu, if you talk about sound quality, Professor Liu said that he has not heard such a bad thing for a long time, what is this? Is it recorded by mobile phone? What is the murmur of purring next to you? Now young people are too unserious!

But soon, his attention was drawn to the piece itself. As soon as the girl spoke, the pure voice instantly stood out in the "bad" sound quality, like a clear spring in the mountains, and a quiet stream continued to flow out of the spring, washing people's entire thoughts, as if the complicated chores of the whole day would be slowly washed away.

It's a baptism of the soul.