Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

The lights in the stadium came on.

Seventy thousand people stood still, and no one was in a hurry to leave.

A girl in the front row was hugging her friend and crying, her shoulders shaking.

Shen Nian stood in the VIP area, her hands still gripping the hem of her skirt, not letting go for a long time.

Jiang Fan patted her on the shoulder.

"Let's go."

Shen Nian snapped out of her daze, turned to look at him, her eyes still red.

"Did you write this?"

Jiang Fan did not deny it.

Shen Nian opened her mouth, as if to say something, her lips moved twice, but in the end only one sentence came out:

"……abnormal."

Jiang Fan chuckled and pulled her toward the VIP passage.

There weren't many people in the passageway, but everyone who passed by had a strange expression on their face—

It felt like I had just come out of the movie theater and hadn't quite shaken off the story.

A middle-aged man in a suit was leaning against the wall, making a phone call in a very low voice.

"Go and find out right now who wrote the lyrics and music for Xu Qingya's last song, 'As You Wish'? Yes, find out now. I don't care what method you use, I want to see the results by tomorrow morning."

Shen Nian followed behind Jiang Fan, her pace even slower than when she arrived.

It's not entirely because my legs are sore.

The melody of that song kept playing in her head.

When Xu Qingya's voice rose during the chorus, the hairs on her body stood on end.

You don't know why, but tears just start flowing.

That feeling can't be summed up by the word "pleasant to listen to".

"Jiang Fan".

"Um?"

"When are you going to write me a song like this?"

Jiang Fan turned his head to look at her. Shen Nian's expression was serious; she wasn't joking.

"When you're ready."

"I'm ready now."

"Your voice isn't thick enough to support this kind of arrangement right now," Jiang Fan said bluntly. "Practice for another six months."

Shen Nian pursed her lips but didn't refute.

She knew he was telling the truth.

When Hsu Ching-ya sang that song, her high notes in the chorus were incredibly stable; she could hold every long note perfectly, and the vibration at the end of each note was precise to the millimeter.

That's the foundation built up over a decade of professional training.

She still has a long way to go.

But she remembered the number "six months".

-

The two left the stadium, and the plaza outside was packed with people.

Fans gathered in small groups, and you could hear people discussing the last song everywhere.

"I recorded it! I recorded it! The chorus!"

"Send it out! Send it out!"

"Wait, let me finish crying first..."

A girl with pigtails was squatting by the flower bed, crying her eyes out.

Her boyfriend, standing nearby, awkwardly handed her a tissue.

Jiang Fan hailed a car and took Shen Nian to the back seat.

As soon as he drove out of the parking lot, he took out his phone and opened Weibo.

Four of the top ten trending topics are already related to tonight's concert.

#Xu Qingya's New Song "Wishful Thinking" at Concert - No. 1 on the trending searches.

#Xu Qingya's Conferment of Godhood Scene# ——Fifth.

#Who are the lyricist and composer of Ruyuan?# ——Eighth.

#70,000 people stood up# — The tenth.

Shen Nian leaned over to take a look, then took out her own phone and clicked on the first topic.

There are already dozens of live video clips inside.

The video quality varies, but the number of views for each video is skyrocketing.

The most viewed post garnered over five million views in less than twenty minutes.

The comments section was even more exaggerated.

"I've lived for 28 years, and this is the first time I've cried at a concert."

"There was a guy next to me who was over 1.8 meters tall, crying like a child."

"From today onwards, Xu Qingya is not a diva. She is a goddess."

"Please, when will this song be released? I want to listen to it on repeat a million times."

Shen Nian scrolled down and found a Weibo post that had been forwarded more than 10,000 times.

The blogger is a music critic, and his verified information states that he is a "senior music producer".

The Weibo post was very long, so she clicked to read the full text.

"Just came out of the Shanghai Stadium. My hands are still shaking. Let me catch my breath before I continue."

"Let me state a few facts: First, the lyrics and music of 'As You Wish' rank among the top three in the entire history of the Chinese music scene over the past thirty years. Second, Xu Qingya's performance tonight was the peak of her career, without exception. Third, who exactly produced this song? If the lyrics, music, and arrangement were all done by the same person, then that person is not a genius, but a monster."

Shen Nian turned her phone screen towards Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan glanced at it and then looked away.

"Monster," Shen Nian repeated the word, looking at him, "I'm talking about you."

Jiang Fan didn't reply, looking at his phone.

There is an unread message on WeChat.

It was posted by Xu Qingya.

Just two words: "Thank you."

A photo followed.

The photo was taken from the side of the stage, angled towards the audience.

Seventy thousand people stood there, their cell phone lights creating a white sea.

Jiang Fan glanced at it for two seconds and replied with three words: "Singed well."

Xu Qingya replied instantly: "That's it?"

Jiang Fan typed: "I'll praise you rotten tomorrow."

Xu Qingya sent an eye-rolling emoji.

-

The car arrived at the apartment building.

After the driver came to a stop, Jiang Fan got out of the car first and went around to the other side to open the door for Shen Nian.

Shen Nian's legs were trembling slightly when she got out of the car.

After sitting for three hours, plus the aftereffects of last night, my knees are still weak.

Jiang Fan reached out and helped him up.

Shen Nian steadied herself by holding onto his arm: "It's all your fault."

The two entered the lobby and waited for the elevator.

The elevator doors opened, and Shen Nian stepped inside and pressed the button for her floor.

Then I pressed Jiang Fan's floor number.

"Don't come up with me."

Jiang Fan raised an eyebrow.

"My legs are almost useless." Shen Nian's face turned red again, and she lowered her voice. "If you come up, I really won't be able to walk tomorrow."

"I'll just go upstairs and sit for a bit. I'll make sure you get home safely."

"Want to sit down?" Shen Nian tilted her head to look at him.

Shen Nian stared at him for three seconds.

"Swear it."

I swear.

Shen Nian hesitated for two seconds, then turned off the button for Jiang Fan's floor.

The elevator stopped on Shen Nian's floor.

She opened the door and went inside, with Jiang Fan following behind.

The living room lights were turned on. Shen Nian kicked off her white canvas shoes, stepped barefoot onto the floor, stretched her toes, and sighed comfortably.

"I'm going to change my clothes."

Jiang Fan went to the kitchen to get two glasses of water and sat down on the sofa.

Shen Nian came out after changing her clothes—a white silk nightgown, her hair casually tied into a low ponytail.

She took the water glass, took a sip, sat down at the other end of the sofa, crossed her legs, and pulled a blanket over her knees.

Shen Nian took out her phone and started browsing Weibo.

"The number one trending topic has already surpassed 200 million views."

"Um."

"Could you please stop with just 'um'?"

Jiang Fan pulled Shen Nian's foot out from under the blanket, placed it on his lap, and pinched her ankle.

Shen Nian shrank back slightly: "What?"

"Let me rub it for you."

"...Keep your hands to yourself."

Jiang Fan did behave for about three minutes.

He moved his hand from the ankle up to the calf, rubbed it a few times, and then moved it up again.

Shen Nian's attention was still on her phone, so she didn't notice.

By the time she realized what was happening, Jiang Fan's hand had already reached her inner thigh.

"Jiang Fan!"

Shen Nian kicked him.

"You just said you wanted to come up and sit down!"

"I'm giving you a massage."

"Massaging up to your groin? Which massage school did you graduate from?"

Jiang Fan pressed her legs down while continuing to move his other hand upwards.

Shen Nian squeezed her legs together and tried to pry his wrists open with both hands—but couldn't.

"You—you swore an oath!"

"I said come up and sit down, I didn't say I wouldn't touch you."

"Jiang Fan, you liar—"

Jiang Fan pulled her from the other end of the sofa and brought her onto his lap.

Shen Nian struggled for a moment, and the blanket slipped to the ground.

The pajamas were lifted up a bit.

Shen Nian bit her lip and glared at him, her ears turning bright red.

Jiang Fan picked her up in his arms.

Shen Nian's legs instinctively hooked around his waist.

By the time she realized what this position meant, she had already been placed on the bed.

"Jiang Fan... I have to go to singing practice tomorrow..."

"It won't delay you."

-

the next morning.

The first thing Shen Nian did after waking up was to try to move her legs.

Every muscle is protesting.

She turned her head to look at Jiang Fan, who was still sleeping next to her, and reached out to pinch the flesh on his waist.

Jiang Fan twitched his eyebrows, turned over, and continued sleeping.

Shen Nian stared at him for five seconds, then picked up a pillow and threw it at his face.

"Jiang Fan".

"Um……"

"My leg is ruined. Are you satisfied now?"

Jiang Fan peeked half his face out from under the pillow, his eyes still closed: "I'll carry you on my back."

"roll."

Shen Nian got off the bed and stood for three seconds while holding onto the bedside table before she could stand up straight.

I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror—there were two red marks on my neck and another one near my collarbone.

"..."

She took out concealer and started applying it to each pore one by one.

When I got to the third one, I stopped.

She noticed that the corners of her mouth were turned up in the mirror.

She quickly pursed her lips.

A man's mouth, a liar.