69novels Chapter 121 Even the unscrupulous merchant shed tears upon hearing this.
Chapter 121 Even the unscrupulous merchant shed tears upon hearing this.
"What, can't wait? [Pinky promise]"
Immediately afterwards, a photo popped up.
The photo was clearly taken casually. On the hotel bed, the sheets were messy, and a long, straight, fair-skinned leg stretched out from the edge of the sheet, with the toes pointed, gleaming delicately under the dim bedside lamp.
Her ankles were slender, her calves were smooth, and the curve of her knees was perfect. Further up... the blanket covered her upper thighs just right, leaving much to the imagination.
Wang Bo stared at the screen, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily.
He gained a completely new understanding of the saying "distance makes the heart grow fonder" tonight.
Back in the company, it was common for Zhou Yuji to wear short skirts in the summer, and he had seen her beautiful legs many times. At the time, he just thought they were works of art, beautiful and pleasing to the eye.
But at this moment, in the silence of the night, looking at this photo sent from thousands of kilometers away, carrying obvious ambiguous implications, he suddenly felt his mouth go dry.
The artwork is still the same artwork, but the viewing environment and state of mind change, and the effect is completely different.
He typed: "Sister Zhou, the interest rate you're offering is very reasonable, but..."
"But what?" Zhou Yuji replied.
Wang Bo carefully considered his words: "Well... isn't the blanket a little too high? In the spirit of rigorous academic research, I think the composition could be optimized—for example, could the camera be moved up another ten centimeters or so?"
This time, Zhou Yuji replied with a flirtatious emoji, followed by the text: "Wang Bo, you've really made something of yourself, daring to bargain with your older sister now?"
Then came another message: "Here's what we'll do: if you dare to make a video call right now and say in person, 'Sister Zhou, I want to see what's above,' I'll show it to you."
Wang Bo stared at the video button for three seconds, stunned.
I chickened out.
He silently returned to the chat interface and typed: "It's late, Sister Zhou, get some rest and keep warm. The temperature difference between day and night is huge in the Western Regions."
"Hahahaha!" Zhou Yuji sent a string of hilarious voice messages, "I knew it, Xiao Wang, you're still too green! Okay, I won't tease you anymore, I'm going to sleep now, you should go to sleep early too, don't stay up too late, your throat is important."
Wang Bo listened to Zhou Yuji's voice, then looked at the photo of her beautiful legs on the screen, and shook his head and sighed.
This woman... is truly a vixen.
The next afternoon, at the recording site of the fourth episode of "Singer Battle".
The backstage area was still bustling. Two singers left last time, and two new singers joined this time.
One is Cheng Yinuo, a singing and dancing idol who debuted in a talent show last year. She follows a Korean style, has dyed her hair silver, and looks somewhat androgynous.
The other is Lao Lang, a well-known independent musician in the folk music scene. He is in his forties, holding an acoustic guitar and wearing a denim jacket.
Seven singers competed in pairs, with the winners advancing directly and the losers and those who didn't advance entering a second round. Ultimately, two singers were eliminated.
During the draw, Wang Bo drew number 3, and his opponent was Laurie.
Folk Wars!
Wang Bo glanced at Lao Lang, who was quietly adjusting the sound not far away. Lao Lang also looked up at the same time, and their eyes met. Lao Lang nodded, and Wang Bo returned the smile.
"Wang Bo." Li Xuan approached unnoticed, a deliberately friendly smile on his face. "I read 'The Implied Meaning' yesterday. You're really amazing."
They had been friendly before, but their attitude was haughty. This time they were being so humble that Wang Bo didn't react for a moment and could only politely say, "Thank you."
"Um... good luck this time." Li Xuan said and quickly slipped away, as if he had completed a task.
Wang Bo watched his retreating figure, lost in thought.
He must have been scolded by his agent.
After Starlight Media changed its attitude, Li Xuan's team naturally had to adjust their strategy, requiring Li Xuan to maintain a good relationship with them, at least on the surface, so that it wouldn't be obvious.
Wang Bo's outfit today was as simple as ever: a light gray knit sweater and dark jeans, clean and refreshing.
Su Xiaoxiao told him this morning that the production team had called her, and that she both loved and hated him.
What I love is that he now accounts for half of the show's viewership, with his performance segments consistently generating peak viewership.
What we hate is that he doesn't listen to us, doesn't follow our script, and always uses his work to slap us in the face.
This song was a phenomenal work in its past life. The melody is simple yet catchy, and the lyrics are plain yet moving. The subtle nostalgia and urban memories can strike the hearts of countless wanderers.
His version of the arrangement also includes harmonies from a children's choir.
The children's pure voices add a unique touch to this song.
"Teacher Wang Bo, get ready to go on stage," a staff member announced.
Wang Bo picked up his guitar and walked towards the waiting area.
On stage, the host was introducing Lao Lang: "Next up is a highly respected musician in the folk music scene. His songs are filled with the roads he's traveled and the drinks he's had. Let's give him a round of applause—Lao Lang!"
Lau Lang went on stage, bowed, sat on a high stool, and adjusted the microphone.
He sang his own original song, "On the Road to Chang'an".
The intro begins with the sound of a weathered harmonica, followed by a guitar and Lau Lang's hoarse, deep voice.
The lyrics tell the story of Chang'an: the ancient city walls, the Muslim Quarter, the bell tower at night, and the old friends who have disappeared into the depths of the alleys.
It's a typical urban folk song, very well-made, and full of genuine emotion.
The performance ended with enthusiastic applause.
Lao Lang bowed and stepped off the stage. As he passed Wang Bo, he patted him on the shoulder and said, "Keep it up."
"Thank you, Brother Wolf," Wang Bo said with a smile.
The host announced, "Next, please welcome Wang Bo, who has also brought his original work."
The lights went out.
Wang Bo walked onto the stage, holding a guitar in his arms.
The stage backdrop screen lights up, displaying a hand-drawn map of a city, simple in line yet full of childlike charm.
The prelude begins.
The simple guitar arpeggios are clear and soothing, like the afternoon sun shining on the bamboo chairs in a teahouse.
Wang Bo spoke, his voice as gentle as if he were telling a story from long ago.
The audience fell silent as soon as the first verse began.
These lyrics are very vivid.
It's so vivid that you can almost see the little tavern at the end of the road, the lights under the bridge, and the person holding your hand tightly, refusing to let go.
In the audience, a professional female shill already had tears in her eyes.
Although she was a shill, she also thought of the three years she worked there after graduating from university, her boyfriend at that time, and Jinli, where it was raining on the day they broke up.
In the chorus, Wang Bo's voice rose slightly, and the emotions progressed layer by layer.
On the side of the stage, a group of children dressed in neat school uniforms quietly walked onto the stage and stood in two rows.
In the second chorus, the children's pure voices join in.
The vicissitudes of adulthood intertwined with the purity of children's voices, creating a sense of temporal and spatial displacement that instantly shattered the psychological defenses of countless people.
Some audience members had already started wiping away tears.
A middle-aged man covered his face, his shoulders trembling. He had failed in his business there ten years ago, left the city, and never returned.
Hearing this song now brings back all those long-forgotten memories.