In Sydney in January, the weather is getting hotter and hotter. At the invitation of Tang and Song Dynasty and the repeated insistence of her uncle Cao Ping, Cong Rong followed her aunt Cong Yihan, her uncle Cao Ping, and her little nephew Cao Tiantian to an auditorium in Sydney's Hurstville district to attend a charity gala. The gala was organised by Triangle Troop, a 200-year-old charity, to raise funds for the victims and firefighters on the front lines to help control the situation. On the same day, some of the biggest names in New South Wales, including NSW dignitaries, cooperative chambers of commerce, as well as representatives of enterprises and consortia all attended the ceremony. Tang Song's company Zerologix, as one of the first-tier sponsors of this event, was of course invited.

"Hey, Tang Song, where are you? Why haven't you arrived yet? We're already in the check-in hall! Cao Ping found a secluded place outside the auditorium, deliberately avoided Cong Rong and his wife, and called Tang Song.

"I've got something going on here, and I'm going to be late, but my secretary has arrived, and I'll ask her to take you in first. I've sent her your contact details and she'll be in touch with you soon. After Tang Song quickly finished speaking, he hung up the phone in a hurry.

"Tang Song is really a person, he told me last night that he must come today, but today he disappeared, and he really played cards out of common sense." He put the phone back in his pants pocket and muttered as he returned to the hall of the auditorium, only to see his wife and children standing aside, without Cong Rong.

"Where did Cong Rong go?" He walked up and asked Cong Yihan.

She followed a group of young triangular troops outside. The group of children said they were going to raise money for the fire in the form of art sales. I saw that Cong Rong could draw, so I asked her to go with them. I guess I'll be back in a while. Cong Yihan and her husband Cao Ping explained.

"Tell her not to waste too much time outside, and come back to meet us as soon as possible." Cao Ping said to his wife.

On the side of Tang and Song, it was indeed a sudden encounter with a little situation at this time. He was about to go out when the doorbell rang. As soon as he opened the door, a sexy and voluptuous girl appeared in front of him.

"Tang Song, you liar! Didn't you tell me that you went abroad and never came back? Why are you still here! The beautiful woman said and was about to rush through the door.

"Pei Pei, why are you here?" Tang Song pretended that nothing had happened, and pretended to be relaxed, but his body blocked Yao Peipei's body that was about to enter the door.

Yao Pei Pei was immediately enraged by Tang Song's action, she raised her arms and pushed Tang Song's shoulders up, and the shrew posture suddenly appeared. Tang Song saw that she was about to start sprinkling, and saw that a neighbor across the street who had long been unpleasant to him had poked his head out, so he had no choice but to stop Yao Peipei, who was about to start crying, and invited her into the house.

Cong Rong had already followed the Youth Triangle Army to the busiest street in Hurstville (Hao Shi Wai) not far away, and they found a place with a lot of traffic, where they spread out a few giant pieces of drawing paper. They also put a giant speaker next to the drawing paper, hoping to attract people's attention with a good song. After the paving was completed, the three members of the Triangle Army, who looked to be only in their teens, each found a corner, sat on the ground, took out the paintbrushes that had been prepared in the shoulder room and began to paint on the street. Other young triangular troopers also began to raise money in groups of threes and twos.

Cong Rong borrowed a satchel full of paintbrushes, found a corner left on the drawing paper, and began to sit on the ground and draw.

After a while, when Cong Rong was painting, one of the white triangle army girls came over and patted Cong Rong on the shoulder.

“Hey， Ms Cong， do you mind helping us pick some good Chinese music to play to the crowd? We think it can really help us attract more attention from the pedestrians， after all this is a high Chinese density suburb. (Hey, Ms. Cong, would you mind helping us choose some good Chinese songs to play for the crowd here?) We feel that good Chinese songs can help us attract more passers-by, after all, this is a community where Chinese gather. The little white girl gave Cong Rong an idea.

“Sure! (Okay!) After Cong Rong finished answering the little girl, she used the Bluetooth function in her mobile phone to connect to the large speaker placed next to the drawing paper. After the connection was successful, she clicked on the "Grid Music" APP applet in her mobile phone and selected "Recently Played". The brisk rhythm instantly popped out of this huge speaker, and after a while, it really attracted more passers-by to stop.

"Little girl singing by the bridge, the corners of your eyes are flowing. You say that a person is strong, and a person misses his hometown. Graceful, you are generous, sitting on the bridge, I listen to you sing. At this time, Helen's "The Girl on the Bridge" was playing on the speakers.

The magnetic voice and melodious melody attracted the attention of many passers-by, including a young Asian man in a light blue suit and brown bronze sunglasses, with a handsome face and tall and straight figure, like walking hormones, standing out in this crowd. He was also attracted by the song, and he casually glanced at the girl sitting next to the speaker and drawing.

He walked briskly through the crowd, walked over to the girl, crouched down, and patted her on the shoulder.

"Xiao Zhengyun!" Cong Rong was sitting on the ground, while drawing, immersed in the song, suddenly someone patted her on the shoulder, she turned her head, caught off guard.

Xiao Zhengyun appeared in front of Cong Rong again.