Zhou Fen suddenly put down the watering can, walked back to her room in silence, and a moment later, before Zou Wenhuai could catch up with her, she had already taken out a small notebook, walked up to him and opened it, showing it to him.

  "Is this the name?" she asked.

  Zou Wenhui widened his eyes and stared at the book.

  There are four lines of words on it, with clean and neat fonts. The first line clearly reads: Li Qian, Shuntian Film Academy Photography Department 96 Class 1.

  Zou Wenhui was taken aback for a moment.

  After a while, he raised his head and said hesitantly: "It's just that I've heard that he was admitted to the Film Academy, but whether or not he studied photography... uh, this, probably... probably there aren't many people with the same name?"

  Zhou Fen looked at him with clear and icy eyes.

  A moment later, she slapped her notebook shut and stood still.

  But soon, Zou Wenhuai became excited, "Damn! This... this... Nian Nian, is this kid that guy of yours? The one who drank with you and got you drunk, right?"

  He paused, and unknowingly spun around in two circles, looking excited and disoriented. He rushed to the kitchen door and asked, "Wu Ma, is that kid not short? Is he about 1.8 meters... 1.85 meters tall? Is he a bit tanned? Does he look very handsome... but also seems quite majestic? Does he appear very steady, not at all like an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy?"

  He rattled off a string of questions, and Wu's mother, who was chopping vegetables, listened blankly for half the day before finally nodding her head, "That's right! It's just like you said!"

  Zou Wenhui excitedly clapped his hands!

  Then he clenched his fists excitedly as if a football player had won the championship, looking like he wanted to shout loudly!

  A moment later, he ran back to the dazed Zhou Niang and excitedly asked: "You've known him until now, he must have known who you are a long time ago, right? Right? Isn't that right, Niang Niang?"

  He reached out and grabbed Zhou Mei's shoulder, shaking her vigorously several times. Zhou Mei finally came back to herself, but still stared at him with a calm and quiet gaze, not saying a word.

  But it doesn't matter anymore, Zou Wenhui has already gotten his own answer.

  "Haha! Haha! Haha!"

  He finally couldn't help it and burst out laughing three times towards the sky.

  "Made it! Made it! This time I really made it!" He excitedly clenched his fist and paced back and forth in front of Zhou Fen. "No wonder! No wonder! No wonder he was so...so...how to say, affectionate when he found out I was your agent! Who would have thought that you two had such a good relationship without saying a word!"

  He excitedly turned his head to look at Zhou Yan, with a look of unbearable itchiness, as if he wanted to ask "Have you two ever slept together?" if the person in front of him wasn't Zhou Yan.

  "Okay! Nian Nian, what's fate? What's luck? This is it! You see, you go out for a walk and coincidentally run into him. Ah, so be it if you do. And then...and then your relationship becomes so good! Think about it. You're a singer, he's a gold medal producer, a gold medal musician...And the most wonderful thing is that when you two met and became friends, he knew who you were, but you didn't know who he was. So think about it, this feeling must be different from meeting someone when both parties know each other's identity, right?"

  He said that, turned around twice, rushed to the kitchen, seemed to want to say something, but thought about it and stopped, muttered to himself: "No way, at least not today! They're opening a business, they must find a place to celebrate! Right, tomorrow!"

  He turned his head to look at Zhou Fen, with a hopeful expression, and said: "Fenfen, ask Wu Ma to prepare more good dishes, you call Li Qian and invite him to come over for drinks tomorrow, how about it? Tomorrow is the weekend, he should be free! At that time, I'll also come over, and we can take advantage of the drinking opportunity to directly settle the matter of letting him write songs and help you make an album, okay?"

  Until this time, Zou Wenhuai had gone crazy in a circle, and Zhou Fen seemed to have just slowly come back to her senses. She looked up at Zou Wenhuai with some incomprehension as to why he was so wildly excited, but her calm and tranquil eyes also seemed to be completely indifferent to everything that had just happened in front of her.

  She paused for a moment, turned her head towards the kitchen and shouted: "Wu Ma! Wu Ma!"

  Wu's mother quickly picked up a kitchen knife and walked to the door, asking in confusion: "What's wrong, miss?"

  "I'm not hungry and don't want to eat anymore. You can just make your own portion for lunch!"

  Wu's mother was shocked by his words, and Zou Wenhuai was even more directly stunned, standing still on the spot.

  Zhou Fen lowered her head, pinched the small notebook in her hand, and then silently stepped into the room with her head down. Afterwards, she turned around and glanced at Zou Wenhuai who was standing still in the courtyard, her eyes cold and clear.

  Under Wu's mother and Zou Wenhuai's stunned gaze, she withdrew her eyes, thought for a moment, and with one hand on either side, slammed the door shut.

  …………

  The sky gradually darkened.

  Zhou Yunuo sat motionless on the sofa.

  There were several paper boxes on the coffee table in front of her, and many album CDs were piled up in a mess next to the boxes. Among them, the ones that had been singled out had already broken open their plastic seals, and the beautifully printed lyrics books were opened and thrown there.

  The song in the room is melodious.

  "No matter how time and space change, no matter how the world changes, your love is always in my heart, do you understand..."

  Liao Liao's rich and magnetic voice, lazy but strong and persistent, echoes and brews in the room.

  "I want to ask if he knows my heart, don't let me wander in anxiety, how much do I need to change for you to stay, I'm anxiously waiting with hope, but you haven't noticed..."

  One more, and another one.

  These CDs were all brought by Zou Wenhuai before. Every now and then, he would bring a small box.

  But before that, Zhou Ni had never opened to listen to these songs. Compared with the works of domestic singers, she still prefers to listen to some foreign things.

  Because in her perception, there are too few people in the country who are willing to work hard and explore deeply in the direction of urban love songs. Even if there are occasionally some singers who are also doing this, trying to make it happen, but to be honest, truly inspiring and nourishing works that also make her feel enjoyable and pleasant, mostly come from English-speaking countries - America and Britain. Even French people who speak French have made more mature urban love songs than domestic ones. Not to mention Zhou Fen is a big fan of musicals.

  But now, she has dug out all the CDs and tapes that have been accumulated for many years, and found Liao Liao's, Wu Xing Wu Suo's, as well as He Runqing's single song that Zou Wenhui once mentioned in her memory.

  Then she listened from the beginning.

  The album "Sisters Stand Up" by the five-member girl group, although substantial in quantity and diverse in style, to be honest, the singing skills of those five girls are really too poor in Zhou Fen's opinion - flat, dull, and unmemorable.

  So, although the song, mainly Li Qianshu's eight songs as the lyrics and composer, are indeed of good quality, Zhou Feng only listened to it twice before switching to He Runqing's "Half a Jar of Silk", and then it was Liao Liao's first album "Liao Liao".

  He Runqing and Liao Liao's singing skills are unquestionable.

  The excellence of works like "Dedication", "Wildflowers" and "Cheers, Friends" is beyond doubt.

  Zhou Wen listened repeatedly, and after a while, she even couldn't remember how many times she had heard it.

  Of course, she was always distracted while listening.

  In the midst of listening, she had spaced out for how long, even she herself didn't know.

  Suddenly, she picked up the remote control on the tea table and turned off the CD player with a flick of her hand.

  The room suddenly fell silent.

  Through the transparent glass window, I can see the light coming from the kitchen on the other side.

  The phone was right next to her. Zhou Dunshun casually picked it up and started dialing - the number that had been etched into her memory over the past few days!

  However, she stopped again before dialing all the numbers.

  Delete, delete, delete.

  The phone is lost.

  She continued staring blankly.

  Then she turned her head and took a glance at her phone, unable to resist picking it up again.

  The phone was clutched in her hand, her fingers hovering above the keypad, but she hesitated and didn't press down.

  Then, let go again.

  But just a few minutes later, she picked up her phone again.

  It's been like this for who knows how many times.

  At last, she took a deep breath and dialed out the eleven-digit phone number one digit at a time. Then her finger hovered over the dial button.

  But in the end... delete, delete, delete!

  My phone is gone!

  She was somewhat distressed and covered her head with both hands.

  No need to ask who he is, she already knows it's him.

  She wanted to give him a call.

  Blame or complain, be delighted or excited, but it just so happens that this phone call, when she could have said anything, was the one she couldn't make!

  Is it because of concealment?

  No, obviously not!

  Until that day, I hadn't even asked for his name, but what did it matter?

  Compared to the feeling that makes one's soul flutter and heart skip a beat, compared to the feeling of being on the same wavelength as someone else, his name, his phone number, are actually not important. The reason why these things are needed is because they hide behind them the person himself, having these things can make it easier for her to find that person - that's all.

  So he is called Li Qian, Wang Qian, Zhao Qian... it doesn't matter!

  So, he is a photography enthusiast, he is a literature enthusiast, he is a freshman in film academy, or he is a famous gold medal musician and producer in the pop music scene... it doesn't matter!

  As long as he is himself, it's enough!

  Is it because of what is called "talented son"?

  No, obviously not.

  She clearly remembered saying to him in person, "You're an exception!"

  And if it weren't for talent, how could one possibly have a spiritual connection with a big boy who looks at least several years younger than oneself? What is it that allows for spiritual communication, if not talent?

  Although when I heard his song "Sister" for the first time, when I saw the movie scripts of "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" and "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils", when I saw that one terrible painting of his... I had no idea he was a songwriter at all... but talent is talent.

  Talent has never been a crime.

  Moreover, she knew that she loved his talent.

  I love "Sister", I love "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer", I love "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils", I love that thought-provoking yet technically clumsy brush stroke.

  But it's not right, it's not right, just not right.

  It was as if in an instant, when a certain message arrived, he suddenly transformed into that famous musician in the industry, even making Zou Wenhuai excited to get his work from him. The feeling, the feeling that made her think of him day and night, pray for him, suddenly felt wrong.

  Hard to express, difficult to make clear.

  It's already completely dark outside.

  Once again, she picked up her phone and stared fixedly at the fluorescent buttons in the darkness.

  Stick out your fingers.

  She thought: I'll just listen to what he has to say, won't I?

  He's so clever, he understands me so well. Maybe all it takes is a few simple words from him and that feeling will be right again?

  However, his fingers hovered above the keyboard and didn't come down for a long time.

  Suddenly, the mobile phone rang.

  Zhou Mei was startled and looked down to see that it was actually his name.

  She almost subconsciously reached out to answer it, but hesitated for a moment and forcibly stopped the car.

  A moment later, she suddenly reached out and pressed the reject button.

  Then she thought for a moment and started dialing.

  The phone was answered quickly, but after just a few rings, the door was suddenly pushed open.

  Zhou Ni turned her head to look over and, with the bright light coming from the kitchen, she could see clearly that it was her agent Zou Wenhuai and nanny Wu.

  In the bright light, a dark shadow emerged, and Zou Wenhuai's voice rang out, "Mengmeng, are you okay? You scared me to death!"

  In the darkness, Zhou Yan's eyes shone brightly.

  She looked at Zou Wenhuai calmly and said calmly: "You know what I want, don't you?"

  Zou Wenhui grunted and seemed to be momentarily stunned, but he still nodded subconsciously and said, "Of course, we've been cooperating for many years!"

  Zhou Fen heard this and continued in that extremely calm tone: "Then help me choose a company, I want to continue singing!"

  Zou Wenhui's mouth opened in surprise.

  But a moment later, Zhou Fen continued: "I have only one request, I don't want Li Qian's song! Nor do I want him to make an album for me!"

  ***

  Yeah, my recent state is really not that good. I haven't seriously written a book before, this is the first time I've been writing continuously for several months, and every day at that. Honestly, this feeling, the pressure is a bit too much, I'm very unaccustomed to it. However, I've always been actively trying to adjust my state, including my physical state as well as my mental state, I believe that soon I'll find the rhythm needed for continuous writing, both physically and mentally.

  In addition, I haven't calculated carefully yet, but roughly estimated that in October, I wrote about 180,000 to 190,000 words, not reaching 200,000 words. Compared to September's 230,000 words, um, I'm a bit ashamed of myself. But it's already November now, so I still want to ask for the guaranteed monthly votes for November. Hope everyone can continue supporting me!

  Finally, I will strive to continue double updates tomorrow.

  Bowing, apologizing, thanking and soliciting votes.