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Su Wanci took it and held it tightly in her arms, as if she were holding a newborn baby.

This is his original manuscript.

He wrote it himself, on the summit of Mount Tai, in the light of sunrise, in front of her.

How much is this notebook worth? She didn't know. She only knew that no matter how much money someone offered, she wouldn't sell it.

She carefully tucked the sketchbook into the innermost part of her backpack, zipped it up, and patted the bag.

"Let's go."

She stood up. "Let's go down the mountain. To record a song."

Chen Mo slung his guitar over his shoulder and said "Okay."

The two people descended from the highest rock, passing tourists still discussing the poem, people still typing in their phone's notes app, and someone excitedly speaking to a live stream camera.

"Brothers, Chen Mo just wrote a poem here called 'Looking at Mount Tai,' and the content is—" the anchor said.

The road down the mountain was much easier to walk than the road up the mountain.

As dawn broke, the stone steps were clearly visible, eliminating the need for a flashlight. Su Wanci walked ahead, her steps as light as a bird just released from its cage.

She would take a few steps and then look back at Chen Mo.

Chen Mo followed behind, walking slowly with his guitar slung over his back, descending the steps one by one.

"Chen Mo, hurry up."

"Slow down, the steps are slippery."

"You weren't like this up there. You were quite the spirited one when you were reciting poetry."

"You don't need to look up when reciting poetry. But you do need to look up when walking."

Su Wanci turned around, rolled her eyes, and continued walking. She took a few steps and then turned back.

"Chen Mo, do you think 'Looking at Mount Tai' will be included in textbooks?"

"have no idea."

"I think so. They'll definitely memorize everything you wrote. Future students will have to memorize your 'Looking at Mount Tai,' as well as your 'Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng,' 'Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River,' 'Exhortation to Learning,' 'Jiang Cheng Zi,' 'On the Love of Lotus,' and 'The Song of the Pipa.' Won't they resent you?"

Chen Mo thought for a moment. "There's nothing I can do about it. It's not like I wrote the textbook."

Su Wanci laughed. "You always push everything onto the Education Bureau."

They walked up a gentle stone staircase, shaded by pine trees on either side. The staircase was covered with a thick layer of pine needles, making it soft and springy underfoot. Su Wanci stopped and waited for Chen Mo to catch up before walking alongside him.

"Chen Mo, when you were reciting the poem on the top just now, were you moved by something?"

Chen Mo looked at her. "What do you mean?"

"It means that you are not 'writing' poetry, you are 'speaking' poetry. You stand there, see the clouds, the mountains, the light, and then the words just come out of your mouth. You are not creating, you are recording. You are recording what Mount Tai is telling you."

Chen Mo glanced at her, walked a short distance, and said, "Taishan didn't say anything; I was just talking to myself."

Su Wanci looked at him and smiled.

"So what did you tell yourself?"

"It's about speaking."

"Chen Mo!" Su Wanci stomped her foot in anger.

"I said it with my mouth. You heard me." Chen Mo's expression was as innocent as a wronged cat.

Su Wanci glared at him, then laughed.

As she smiled, she suddenly felt incredibly fortunate. Fortunate that she hadn't slept in this morning, fortunate that she hadn't given up halfway up the mountain, and fortunate that she had finally reached the summit.

If she hadn't climbed to the top of the mountain, she wouldn't have heard the poem.

I didn't hear it from a phone, nor from someone else; I heard it from him.

He said it while looking at the sea of ​​clouds, and she overheard it while she was beside him.

Those words reached her ears first, and then entered the world.

She tugged at his sleeve. "Chen Mo."

"Um."

"If you need anything in the future, could you please tell me first?"

"What is it?"

"I mean—can you show me your poems, your lyrics, everything you've written?"

Chen Mo looked at her. "Didn't you see it every time?"

"I saw it online."

Chen Mo didn't speak. He just kept walking forward. Su Wanci followed beside him, also remaining silent.

After descending the mountain and returning to the guesthouse, the landlady had already prepared breakfast.

Millet porridge, boiled eggs, pickled vegetables, pancakes, and a plate of stir-fried shredded potatoes.

Su Wanci was starving. She drank two bowls of porridge, ate an egg, rolled up two pancakes, and also ate several chopsticks of shredded potatoes.

Chen Mo drank a bowl of porridge, ate an egg, and then sat there waiting for her.

Su Wanci spoke indistinctly, her mouth stuffed with pancakes.

"You're eating so little? Aren't you hungry?"

"I'm hungry, but I need to save my voice for recording this afternoon."

Su Wanci slowed down her chewing of the pancake, swallowed what was in her mouth, and looked at Chen Mo.

Are you nervous?

"I'm not nervous."

"real?"

"Really, it's not like we're having a concert, it's just recording a song."

Chen Mo picked up the bowl of porridge and drank the last mouthful.

Looking at his calm face, Su Wanci suddenly realized that there was probably nothing in this world that could make Chen Mo nervous yet.

After finishing their meal, the two packed their things, checked out of the hotel, and took a taxi to the Mountain Wind Music Studio.

The studio is located on an old street at the foot of Mount Tai. The storefront is small, sandwiched between a noodle shop and a grocery store.

The signboard is made of wood and has the words "Mountain Breeze Music" carved on it, with traces of moss in the strokes of the characters.

Chen Mo pushed the door open and went in, and she followed him in.

The studio appears larger inside than from the outside, and is divided into two areas.

Outside is a small reception area with a sofa and a coffee table, on which sits a tea set.

Inside was a recording studio, separated by a huge glass window.

You can see inside the shed through the glass.

The walls were covered with sound-absorbing cotton, a grayish-blue color, like the surface of the sea frozen solid.

A microphone stood in the corner, and in front of it was a music stand, which was empty and had not been filled with anything yet.

The floor is made of wood, and it makes a soft creaking sound when you step on it.

Several lights hung from the ceiling, casting a warm yellow glow that made the entire tent look like a meticulously arranged stage.

The boss's surname was Meng, he was thirty-five years old, tall and thin, wore black-rimmed glasses, and had a small tuft of beard.

He stood in the reception area, rubbing his hands together, his smile somewhat forced, like someone waiting for a blind date.

The moment he saw Chen Mo enter, he quickly stood up from the sofa, stretched out both hands, and grasped Chen Mo's hands tightly for several seconds before letting go.

"Chen Mo, hello, hello, hello. My surname is Meng, you can just call me Lao Meng."

His voice trembled slightly, not from nervousness, but from excitement.

"Hello, Brother Meng," Chen Mo said.

Boss Meng was taken aback by being called "Brother Meng," then laughed, a very simple and honest laugh.

He turned to look at Su Wanci and reached out his hand.

"You're Su Wanci, right? I know you, I've seen your Douyin videos."

Su Wanci reached out and shook his hand, her face slightly flushed.

She knew that her Douyin account had gained a lot of followers because of that "On the Love of Lotus" post.

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