The King of Soft Rice in Chinese Entertainment

Chapter 63 Home Visit
"This life is too long yet it stops at the edge of the world. Who still remembers the time when the pear blossoms were as white as snow. My heart is not one that can be turned by stone, and it is not one that can be rolled up by a mat. I stare at you in vain, and there is no answer to the depth of my love." Xu Jiuyang sang while plucking the guitar strings.

I can’t say that my voice is that good, but it’s good enough for me to sing “Spring Courtyard Snow”. I can switch between my true voice and false voice quite smoothly, and I have no problem using it to entertain the three girls at the scene.

When the song ended, Li Dabai was the first to clap his hands and asked in surprise, "Honey, did you write this? Did you write this?!"

Even though she used a question, the smugness in her tone could not be concealed at all.

"Well, not really," Xu Jiuyang thought for a moment, "I wrote the lyrics, but someone else wrote the music."

There was no way around it, since he wasn't even halfway skilled in composition. He only had six months after his rebirth to do whatever he wanted, so there wasn't much time to improve his music theory.

However, it’s not too late to start making up for it now. You don’t have to be too strong. It’s enough to fool non-professionals and have some convincing composing skills.

"Could it be that anonymous person again?" Li Xiaoran narrowed his eyes.

"What do you mean by anonymous?" Zhang Yin tried hard to make her presence felt.

"He has sung many songs for me that have never been heard on the market before, and he said he would give one of them to me to sing and let me release it as a single. But every time I asked him who composed the song, he said it was anonymous." Li Xiaoran said with a pout, hugging her arms.

Zhang Yin glanced at Xu Jiuyang, seemingly ready to fill in for Li Dabai, but Gao Yuanyuan interrupted, "Those two lines, 'My heart is not stone, my heart is not a mat,' are from the Book of Songs, right?"

Xu Jiuyang raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Yes, it's from the Book of Songs, National Winds, Beifeng, Baizhou. My heart is not stone, it cannot be turned, my heart is not mat, it cannot be rolled up. It's used to describe a firm will and a heart that will never change. That's fine."

He looked at Gao Yuanyuan with a sharp gaze, and she smiled sweetly: "A few days ago, I was proofreading a new book and looked up a lot of information. I happened to see some of the content in the Book of Songs."

"Great, Sister Yuanyuan." Xu Jiuyang immediately gave a thumbs up.

"You intellectuals, can you please say something we can understand?" Li Xiaoran pretended to be dissatisfied and slammed the table.

Zhang Yin, who also wanted to liven up the atmosphere, had already opened her mouth, but had to close it obediently and let Sister Ranran interrupt.

"Okay, okay," Gao Yuanyuan said, smiling and changing the subject. "Besides moving into a new home today, I also have some good news. The Legend of the True Ring is about to be published."

"So fast?" Li Xiaoran exclaimed, then looked at her boyfriend with squinted eyes, as if to say: Look at others, then look at yourself!

Xu Jiuyang was also surprised: "So fast?"

"Several teachers at the publishing house like this kind of subject matter, reinterpreting history without changing it," Gao Yuanyuan explained, "just like 'A Step into the Past' and 'Love Across Time and Space', which I recommended to Ranran earlier."

"Yes, yes, that's right. Yuanyuan recommended this script to me because she thought it was somewhat similar to The Legend of Zhenhuan." Li Xiaoran nodded repeatedly.

"So, you got the second female lead?" Xu Jiuyang looked at her thoughtfully and rubbed his chin.

"Well... I was planning to tell you today." Li Xiaoran smiled apologetically.

"Okay, let's talk it over when we get home tonight." Xu Jiuyang narrowed his eyes.

Li Dabai couldn't help but shrink his neck, but he felt that he couldn't lose momentum, so he straightened his body immediately, and the pair of rich people became more obvious.

Even so, she still felt it wasn't enough, so she added, "Filming will start at the latest in March next year, and we'll be shooting at the Grand View Garden. You must come and visit the set then!"

"How could I not come visit the set of my wife's TV series?" Xu Jiuyang said with a look that said, "Don't try to dodge the question," and then casually asked, "By the way, who is the leading actress?" "I think her name is Chen Hao," Li Dabai recalled, "a student at the Central Academy of Drama."

Who…who is it? Xu Jiuyang, who was drinking from the cup, almost spit out the water. Wait a minute, isn't the heroine in this TV show a pyramid schemer? Why is it Chen Hao?
"A student from the Central Academy of Drama?" He asked calmly, "I've never heard of him."

"I appeared in the movie 'That Mountain, That Man, That Dog' two years ago," Li Xiaoran continued to recall.

It's definitely Chen Hao. Xu Jiuyang felt a headache coming on. Has the butterfly effect reached this point? He and Chen Hao had no connection at all.

It would be fine if it were any other TV series, but the TV series "Love Across Time and Space" clearly has Hong Kong and Taiwan investment, and the female lead is not from their own people. That can only mean that there are people behind Chen Hao, but who could be behind Chen Hao at this time?
"That..." Zhang Yin, who had been playing the role of an unknown person from the beginning to the end, finally found an opportunity at this moment and wanted to make her presence felt. However, she had only said two words when the doorbell rang.

Looking at the couple still in a standoff, and Gao Yuanyuan, who had just gone to the kitchen to fetch a fruit plate, the little black girl could only stand up in frustration and hurried to the door. "Excuse me, who are you looking for?"

"Hello, is Sister Yuanyuan at home?" Little Fan Ye asked with a smile after taking off her sunglasses.

"Little...Little Swallow?!" Zhang Yin opened her eyes wide.

"It's me, who are you?" Little Fan Ye smiled reservedly.

"Um...I..." Zhang Yin subconsciously looked back and saw Gao Yuanyuan walking towards her.

"Miss Fan, how come you have time to visit me today?" She pulled the little black girl behind her with the same smile on her face.

"I heard that you moved in, so I came here specially to congratulate you. I hope Sister Yuanyuan won't mind?" Little Fan Ye said meaningfully.

There seemed to be sparks flashing in the air again, and they both knew what the so-called "heard" meant.

Although a person with a system cannot simulate the detailed behavior of another person with a system, or in other words, the simulated content is just the reactions that the other person would make without the system, the former can, through contact with the latter's friends and family in the simulation, roughly judge what the latter may be doing.

Without anyone knowing, the two of them had already tested each other several times.

"This is my best friend, Huo Siyan." Little Fan Ye said again and took the fruit basket from Huo Siyan's hand.

"I know, it's Jinsuo." Gao Yuanyuan made way for the aisle with a meaningful look.

Little Fan Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, took Huo Siyan into the house, and then greeted Xu Jiuyang: "Xiaoyang is here as expected."

"Why is Sister Bingbing here?" Xu Jiuyang stood up when he heard voices at the door.

"I live here too. Sister Yuanyuan just happened to move into a new house, so I came over to congratulate her and chat." Fan Qiaoqiao said with a smile, then blinked, "It's been a while since I last saw you. You've become more handsome again."

Before Xu Jiuyang could answer, his arm tightened, and he heard Li Dabai say beside him: "Of course, my husband is the most handsome man in the world."

After she finished speaking, she straightened her upper body in a protesting manner. At this moment, Huo Siyan, who was following Fan Qiaoqiao, also took off her coat, and she was also wearing a slim sweater underneath. Judging from the shape of the package, she seemed to be as wealthy as Li Dabai.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the room was a little solemn, and Zhang Yin, who was standing next to her, looked at this and that, made a small gesture and looked at her chest. Finally, she sighed, picked up the fruit basket and walked into the kitchen depressedly.

(End of this chapter)