mijobooks Chapter 47 Some People Are Destined to Shine
Chapter 47 Some People Are Destined to Shine
Looking at Li Xuan's ferocious expression, Zhang Haoming sighed inwardly.
He knew that Li Xuan wasn't competing with Wang Bo, but with himself.
It's a battle with the version of myself from three years ago who also had dreams but ultimately achieved nothing.
"Alright," Zhang Haoming said, "I still have two thousand in my card, I'll take that out too. But Brother Xuan, what if... what if we don't have enough this time?"
Li Xuan remained silent for a long time.
Then he raised his head, his eyes vacant: "That means... some people are destined to stand in the light, while we don't even have the right to approach the light."
Outside the window, the sun is setting.
The sky over Shanghai was dyed orange-red, like a grand carnival that had nothing to do with most people.
Meanwhile, in the recording studio in Lin'an, Wang Bo was wearing monitoring headphones, adjusting the reverb parameters of the final string section of "Encounter" with Chen Mo over and over again.
"Make it a little brighter here," Wang Bo pointed to the waveform on the screen, "but not too much, or it will look tacky."
Chen Mo nodded and slid the pusher.
The music flowed from the monitor speakers, as gentle as a fireplace on a winter night.
My phone vibrated; it was a WeChat message from Su Yiyi: "What do you want to eat tonight? I made chicken soup; I can bring it over."
Wang Bo typed: "Whatever, anything Teacher Su cooks is delicious, but I might have to work overtime tonight, so don't wait up too late."
Su Yiyi replied immediately: "It's okay, I'm taking a class nearby, I'll be there around nine o'clock. Remember to rest, don't overwork yourself."
Is he taking classes nearby, or working part-time as a tutor?
Wang Bo looked at the message and a smile involuntarily crept onto his face.
"What are you laughing at?" Chen Mo glanced at him. "Girlfriend?"
"No," Wang Bo put away his phone, "it was... the angel who delivered the soup."
Chen Mo raised an eyebrow: "Oh, Teacher Su? Not bad, Wang Bo, you two are really something... cough, I didn't say anything."
Wang Bo said seriously, "Teacher Su is just concerned about her sister's... part-time job, or her best friend's former artist."
"Come on," Chen Mo laughed. "I've been in this industry for over a decade. What haven't I seen? Female bosses deliver soup to male artists, male bosses provide resources to female artists, but an older sister delivering soup to her younger sister's artists every day... you're the first one."
Wang Bo didn't respond, but simply put his headphones back on. He let the misunderstanding go; he could use the situation to his advantage and carry out his work smoothly.
"Come on, let's continue, there's one last part."
The sky outside the window had completely darkened.
The city lights up with thousands of lights.
Under one of the lights, two musicians were still vying for the perfection of a song.
Under another light, two sisters are talking on the phone.
"Sis, are you really going to bring him soup every day?" Su Xiaoxiao's voice came through the receiver. "People who don't know better would think that our Xiaoyi Culture is so poor that we can't even afford to feed him."
Su Yiyi smiled gently: "I was just passing by, and he's been working overtime these past few days and needs to replenish his nutrition."
"On the way?" Su Xiaoxiao raised an eyebrow. "How is it 'on the way' from our house to his recording studio? Does taking a detour through most of Lin'an city count as 'on the way'?"
Su Yiyi fell silent.
On the other end of the phone, Su Xiaoxiao sighed: "Alright, alright, go ahead and send him if you want. But sis, let me remind you, Wang Bo is on the rise right now, so be careful with your relationships..."
"I know," Su Yiyi said softly, "I just... want to be nicer to him."
"Because of his talent?"
"Because..." Su Yiyi paused, "...because he deserves it."
The phone hangs up.
Su Yiyi stood in the kitchen, watching the chicken soup bubbling in the pot, the steam blurring her vision through her glasses.
She remembered Wang Bo singing in the rain, the poem he wrote, and the sparkle in his eyes when he talked about music.
Then I remembered my sister's words: "Some people are destined to shine, and all we can do is either become their light, or... not block their light."
She doesn't know which one she is.
All she knew was that at that moment, she wanted to give that young man who was staying up all night in the recording studio a bowl of hot soup.
Meanwhile, in his rented room in Shanghai, Li Xuan was staring at his computer screen, transferring the last sum of money to a leader of an online troll army.
"Remember," he typed, "as soon as the song goes online, bombard it with negative reviews."
The other party replied: "Don't worry, boss. Our professional team will guarantee that his new song's rating will drop below the passing grade."
Li Xuan put down his phone, leaned back in his chair, and let out a long breath.
Outside the window, the night was deep.
He didn't know what he was doing, nor did he know the meaning of doing it.
He just felt that if he didn't do something, that figure standing in the light would be like a thorn, forever stuck in his heart.
"Wang Bo," he muttered to himself, "this time, you won't be so lucky again."
At that moment, Wang Bo, in the recording studio in Lin'an, sneezed.
"Who insulted me?" He rubbed his nose.
Chen Mo didn't even look up: "Who else could it be? You've become famous, so naturally some people will be jealous. Just get used to it; it means you're going to be popular."
Wang Bo smiled and put his headphones back on.
The music started again.
That was the final version of "Encounter," where every note was perfect and every lyric was full of emotion.
……
On the day "Encounter" was released, at eight o'clock in the morning.
Wang Bo rolled over on his bed in the apartment. Before he even opened his eyes, his hand was already reaching for his phone on the bedside table.
This is an occupational hazard I developed from working overtime for several days in a row; I always feel like I've forgotten something important.
Unlock the screen, and you'll see 99+ WeChat messages, 99+ Weibo private messages, and even several friend requests from strangers pop up on QQ, a platform I haven't used in ages.
"What time is it..." Wang Bo rubbed his eyes and clicked on Su Xiaoxiao's message at the top.
"Wang Bo, are you awake? If not, wake up! Have you forgotten what day it is today? Post the pre-event Weibo at 9 o'clock sharp. I've already sent the text to your email. Remember to include a video clip of a piano performance. Also, the live stream script has been revised to the third version. I've sent it to you on WeChat. Take a look when you have time."
Wang Bo jumped out of bed.
Oh, right, I'm releasing a song today!
He rushed into the bathroom, splashed cold water on his face, looked at his handsome reflection in the mirror, and sighed, "I hope I don't die, or Su Xiaoxiao will stew me into a soup with fritillaria and snow pear."
Back in his room, he turned on his computer, logged into Weibo, and was about to read the promotional text sent by Su Xiaoxiao when his phone suddenly vibrated again.
Special attention notice: Zhou Yuji has released a new video.
"This girl is really..." Wang Bo clicked on the video with a smile. The cover photo showed Zhou Yuji wearing an exaggerated ethnic minority flower hat, making a face at the camera. The background was a vast grassland with horses and lush green mountains, with snow on the mountain peaks.
The title, true to Zhou's style, reads: "Wandering Diary of the Western Regions, Official Chapter: This Lady Almost Got a White Horse Proposal!"
The video begins with Zhou Yuji riding a horse, which is wobbling unsteadily. She looks terrified and cries out, "Help! Is this horse drunk? Why is it walking like a cat?"