Shattering the talent show script, sweeping the world film scene

"Xingyan, it seems like you have the best musical skills among everyone here. Do you think there's anything I need to improve?"

After Wen Qiyue finished playing the last note, he smiled apologetically at everyone and turned the conversation to Xie Xingyan.

This was certainly not because he kindly gave the other person the camera; rather, he threw a difficult question at Xie Xingyan, putting her in a difficult position.

Xie Xingyan remained silent for two seconds before saying, "I'm sorry, but I have high standards for music."

It means, I don't think you're good enough for me.

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Xu Yanqing quickly stepped in to smooth things over, still wearing her bear apron: "Haha, Xingyan is still the same as before. Back then, he would scold everyone in Beidou for playing musical instruments. He's very strict about this."

Wen Qiyue's smile had faded: "Is that so? Then..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiangxi Heng interrupted him.

"Can I borrow your guitar?"

Wen Qiyue was taken aback, then beamed, "Of course, Heng-ge, you want to learn..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a series of pleasant and smooth musical notes.

Jiangxi Heng can actually play the guitar!

"Although I've never played it publicly, I have studied guitar. What was that piece called again?"

Jiangxi Heng frowned slightly, looking at Xie Xingyan, awaiting his answer.

Xie Xingyan opened his mouth and read out the name of the piece.

"Yes, that's it. Is this how you play it?" Jiangxi Heng smiled as he plucked the strings. The chaotic notes wove together into beautiful melodies under his fingers, like Christmas snow falling on his fingertips.

It was the exact same song as just a minute ago.

But with Jiangxi Heng's interpretation, it just feels different.

Xie Xingyan could even notice that Jiangxi Heng would occasionally pause for half a second, as if he hadn't remembered how to play next. This hesitant guitar sound added a touch of melancholy to the piece.

[What's going on? It sounds like Jiangxi Heng played it better than Wen Qiyue!]

[He still has to be a music creator; even if he goes into acting, his skills haven't suffered.]

[When Wen was playing the guitar earlier, showing off all sorts of skills, Xing didn't even glance at him. Now that Heng is playing the guitar, Xing's eyes are glued to him. The difference is obvious.]

The music played for three minutes, and Xie Xingyan looked at Jiangxi Heng for three minutes.

He always felt that Jiangxi Heng, who acted, and Jiangxi Heng, who sang, were completely different. It wasn't that the latter lacked charm, but that the former was more captivating.

However, the Jiangxi Heng who acts and the Jiangxi Heng who plays music are similar.

That kind of focus is like polishing a diamond.

Xie Xingyan has been in the industry for a long time. He initially wanted to stand on the stage to sing and dance in order to make money. It wasn't until he saw the focus in Jiangxi Heng that he developed a love for music and a sense of responsibility for this profession.

"If a person doesn't love acting, they can't portray complex characters; if a person doesn't love music, they can't play beautiful melodies. Passion for the arts is a very important thing."

Jiangxi Heng didn't finish playing, and this incomplete half of the piece was enough to illustrate one thing: Wen Qiyue's music was completely overshadowed by him.

He placed the guitar on the table and joked, "Teacher Xie, how was my playing?"

Xie Xingyan slowly raised his palm and clapped twice.

"It would sound even better if it were a piano."

"If there's a chance next time."

Jiangxi Heng smiled and pushed the guitar, gesturing to Wen Qiyue, who was standing there dumbfounded, to put it away, as the table was to be used to serve food.

Wen Qiyue's lips trembled. He wanted to say, "What art? Isn't this just street performance?" But thinking that these words would offend him, he finally lowered his head.

This was the last meal that Jiangxi Heng and the other three had on the show.

Because the new guests arrived early, the sweet and sour pork with pineapple and the corn and pork rib soup were served first.

"Here they come, be careful, it's hot! These two dishes are what you two ordered, they're right in front of you!" Shen Congqian noticed the new guests were sitting quite far apart on either side, so he quickly asked, "Who ordered the sweet and sour pork with pineapple?"

Jiangxi Heng had already placed the dish in front of Xie Xingyan.

He paused, then heard Xie Xingyan say loudly, "It was me who ordered it. Thank you for your hospitality, Teacher Shen."

Shen Congqian was relieved: "You're welcome. Eat more at noon. I'll get you some other dishes."

Huang Yingying smiled and looked at Xie Xingyan: "Xingyan, sit next to me in a bit. Everyone outside says we look alike, and I feel a sense of familiarity with you."

"Thank you, Teacher Huang."

Xie Xingyan readily agreed; it was his first time on a TV show, and he received a great deal of goodwill.

All the dissatisfaction I had before participating in the show has disappeared.

After Shen Congqian and Huang Yingying left, the others rushed off to serve rice and get bowls and chopsticks.

Xie Xingyan coughed lightly, looked at the small camera in front of him, and said seriously, "Thank you, Teacher Jiang."

Jiangxi Heng couldn't help but chuckle. Was he thanking everyone but not himself?

He suddenly suggested, "The peanuts we shelled this morning can be used to make salted roasted peanuts, or Teacher Shen can make candied peanuts. It's a pity I'm leaving this afternoon and won't be able to eat them."

Xie Xingyan looked up and asked, "What time are we leaving this afternoon?"

"Three or four o'clock."

Xie Xingyan pursed his lips heavily, pressing down the corners of his mouth that had been turned up, revealing a hint of melancholy and loss.

He came in the morning, and the other party left in the afternoon.

He and Jiangxi Heng were always in such a hurry, meeting and parting again.

When Xie Xingyan heard Jiangxi Heng's voice on the phone, her heart would still skip a beat and pause for half a second. The closest thing to happiness is often the happiest time, but when happiness begins, sadness is also counting down.

Xie Xingyan began to wonder when their next encounter would be. Would he have gone even further and achieved greater success by the time they met again?

He finished his meal somewhat slowly, during which he noticed that the sweet and sour pork with pineapple had a corner chipped off by someone else. The porcelain bowl was casually turned by Jiangxi Heng, so that the side facing him was always the side that hadn't been touched by anyone else.

There was also the corn and pork rib soup that the elders had kindly divided into small bowls for him. As he ate slowly, the soup gradually cooled down. Jiangxi Heng silently took the bowl of soup away and gave him a bowl that was still hot.

Jiangxi Heng in 2027 will be the same as Jiangxi Heng in 2025.

She would subconsciously take care of Xie Xingyan, regardless of the expired secret contract or any romantic feelings involved.

People around them chatted and laughed, engaging in a near-perfect social interaction as captured on camera. Xie Xingyan would occasionally join in, unlike before when she would avoid it like the plague.

Later, Xie Xingyan learned that his symptoms were called learned helplessness. Fortunately, under the almost leadership influence of Jiangxi Heng and with the gentle help of his friend Ling Wushuang, he trembled as he gradually overcame the challenge.

The sweet and sour pork with pineapple was very sweet, and the corn and pork rib soup was also refreshingly sweet.

Perhaps he didn't eat enough sugar when he was a child, which is why he likes to eat sweet foods like a child.

He's an entertainer now, so he needs to manage his physique.

Xie Xingyan drank half a bowl of wine and then regretfully put down his chopsticks.