Although folk songs are often compared to a gentle and babbling stream, summer and winter make it like a big river.

At this moment, Qiusheng has a lot to say and ask; But they must not speak, nor ask. She listened to Xia Yidong's new song, and heard a few of it sing like this:

Your soaring / like at the end of the moment

The proud heart / the scenery that was missed / has been overwhelmed

Have you ever listened / The sound of the night wind brushing your wings

Gentle/violent/overwhelming, but also regretful

And you / What a small one you are

You who roar / You who are hurt / You who wait

……

"Yidong, you've been used to loneliness since you were a child, but do you know what I was used to when I was a child? When I was a radio host on campus, I always received anonymous letters from people I didn't know who confided in me what had happened to me. Some of them are happy, some are depressed, some are anxious, and some may even have psychological problems. I played the role of a confidant sister, replying to them in a warm, sunny way, and getting a sense of accomplishment from it, and I thought I was saving the common people like a living bodhisattva. Until one day, I found that some people's lives are destined to have a hurdle that cannot be passed, just like the difficult problem that cannot be solved within 90 minutes of the college entrance examination. Later, I understood what's wrong with liking lively, what's wrong with liking quiet, what's wrong with liking to fight, what's wrong with liking to be at peace...... The things that are wrong in life are gone the moment you realize that you are wrong. The mistakes that remain are not mistakes, they are fate. ”

Qiusheng said a lot to himself, Xia Yidong listened to it little by little, and finally, he leaned down and looked directly at Qiusheng's clear and watery eyes, and found that they were hollow and bottomless.

"You're so cute, other people's stories are your stories? But...... Qiusheng, you are very suitable for writing words, you are talented, you have a quick thinking, you have this talent. By the way, this song doesn't have a name yet, why don't you give it a name? ”

Qiusheng was pulled back from the world of sadness and sorrow by Xia Yidong's words, and she was a little disappointed, but the eyes in front of her, which were only a few centimeters away from her, made her cheeks hot. Qiusheng quickly came back to his senses, and his mind turned and said, "It's called "Flying Eagle"? ”

The wings come out of the object, the tragedy comes from the spirit, the meaning can ignite the ideal, "flying eagle" is a good name, and it does have the effect of the finishing touch. In order to express his affirmation of Qiusheng, Xia Yidong immediately wrote the word "Flying Eagle" in the blank space of the song title.

"Don't you even ask me why?" Qiusheng suddenly felt flattered.

"Haha, some things, just like inspiration, don't need to ask, just need to be at first glance." After writing, Xia Yidong put on the headphones again with great satisfaction, and with his habit, he had to listen to the new song at least ten times. Looking at the thin side face with full seriousness and smile, Qiusheng found for the first time that Xia Yidong looked quite good-looking.

After Qiusheng left, Xia Yidong was left alone, and she was bored and recalled what she said before.

"The emotions of those fans are also similar to those of radio listeners, right? At least ......" Xia Yidong opened the webpage and glanced at the post bar named after him, many of the posts in it were written to him by fans. Talking about how bad you are in your day, I hope that the idol can comfort me, if not, then a glance at the photo of the idol is also a comfort...... Etcetera. Summer and winter may not be able to meet them, but after all, living in the same world, at least the souls can comfort each other.

It's just that Xia Yidong won't reply, and he can't reply easily. The life of fans seems to be very close to idols, but the lives of idols are always beyond the reach of fans. Xia Yidong laughed self-deprecatingly, in this regard, he really lost to a small radio host.

The elevator bell rang, and He Qianlan and Gay walked out of the elevator together. In the middle of the night, they had just finished filming the commercial and were returning to the company to prepare things to catch the first flight to Malaysia in the morning. Xia Yidong hadn't seen He Qianlan for a while, and she seemed to have lost a little weight when she was busy with the promotion of the new album.

"Oops, it's too late, it's too late, hurry up." He Qianlan easily blocked the little denim coat that Gay put on for her, and kept urging the team to hurry up.

"I said that no matter how urgent we are, we have to bring all the things, if it wasn't like last time, we almost delayed the shooting!" Gay insisted on putting the denim coat on her body despite Qianlan's objections, "The coat must be put on~ Auntie, if you catch a cold, everyone is busy in vain!" ”

Qianlan looked around and found that Xia Yidong's office was still lit, and she still remembered the help in the snow last time, and Gay mentioned it in passing, so it was even more necessary for her to thank Xia Yidong in person.

"Hurry up, I'll be right back, Gay, don't forget my makeup bag, there's only one pair of nails in the world!"

Gay stood in place, watching He Qianlan walk in the direction of Xia Yidong's office, and had a vague premonition that something was wrong, the most taboo thing in the company was the extraneous branch between artists and artists.

Coincidentally, Xia Yidong watched He Qianlan come over in a hurry, hurriedly stopping the work in hand, curious and nervous.

"Xia Yidong, are you still there so late?" He Qianlan wore a tight leather skirt, a denim jacket, dark red gold filigree wavy curls and a delicate hairpin with diamonds in front of her bangs, and her office was suddenly lit up by the light of the stars.

"I'm getting ready for next week's recording, you're ...... Just came back from filming? ”

"Yes! What can I watch? He Qianlan's words always have a neatness that cannot be refused.

Xia Yidong handed her the song sheet in his hand, and he felt uneasy that his work was inspected by the leader. But he was too worried, He Qianlan didn't take these things seriously at all, she just wanted to find some reason to warm up, and finally said "thank you".

"Well, that's a good job! Come on, come on~ By the way, thank you so much for the last shooting. I have to catch a flight in a while, looking forward to your show~" Qianlan made a gesture of "It's none other than you", and wanted to turn around and leave.

"Oh...... Okay. For Xia Yidong, this "thank you" was as sudden as He Qianlan's posture of turning away. Looking at that back, after a long time, I couldn't stop the little excitement in my heart and floated a smile.

He Qianlan and a group of people entered the elevator with large bags and small bags, and the office area returned to its former quietness, such a late night sound is not common, not to mention that the person who came was the person he was thinking about. But just when Xia Yidong's mood had just returned to calm, the whistle of an ambulance was heard in the distance, and the hall on the first floor of the brokerage company was suddenly brightly lit, and a group of people were noisy and staggered.

He Qianlan fainted. Her petite body was overdrawn with too much energy, and she finally collapsed on the steps of the downstairs after the exhaustion of the day and night.

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