Don't call me a singing god, I just want to go back to doing scientific research.

In the backstage dressing room, Gu Yang was frantically packing his things.

Ever since a retired cadre moved into his house, his outing gear has become outdated.

A thermos filled with warm water. A towel folded neatly. Throat lozenges, in their metal tin.

I waited a long time in the backstage area, so I took out all these things and used them once.

Suo Binbin and Zhang Minghui left long ago; now only he and Feng Yuxi remain.

Feng Yuxi couldn't stand the loneliness, so he went to visit other dressing rooms, saying that since the show was over, they would be scattered all over the country and every meeting would be one less.

His phone buzzed several times on the table, all messages from his agent, nothing more than "Explosive," "Awesome," "Champion," etc., but he didn't read a single one.

A soft "thump" came from the door.

Gu Yang assumed he was a staff member and, without looking up, said, "Come in."

Congratulations on winning the championship.

The gentle and familiar voice made Gu Yang pause in his tidying up and suddenly look up.

Ling Luo stood at the door, still wearing the clothes from the audience seats: a crisp white shirt and black trousers.

He had composed himself, but the slight redness in the corners of his eyes betrayed everything that had happened.

"Why did you come here? Didn't we agree to wait for me in the parking lot?"

"I want to talk to you." Ling Luo walked in, closing the door behind her to shut out the noise from the hallway outside. "Aren't you happy to see me?"

Gu Yang's heart skipped a beat, his throat went dry, and he subconsciously cleared his throat: "No, you're slandering me again... I just wanted to give you a surprise."

"That was quite a surprise." Ling Luo nodded, pulled out the chair opposite him, and sat down, her gaze calmly fixed on his face. "Did you draw this comic?"

"Hey, how could that be!" Gu Yang waved his hand, immediately perking up, and chuckled, "I don't have that ability. I got a friend to do it. How's it? Pretty good, right?"

He had a "praise me" look on his face, and the puppy's tail was practically wagging in the air.

"That's amazing, why did you choose this song?"

This song was obtained during the second round of quizzes. Originally, Ling Luo planned to use it in the regional competition, but now that she's using it for her solo performance, she feels it's a bit of a waste.

"Because..." Gu Yang, unaware of Ling Luo's thoughts, lost some of his smugness and scratched his head. "I think you need someone to remind you that there are still many good things in this world."

"Um?"

"For example, the wind on the grassland, the clouds on the snow-capped mountains, and..." Gu Yang paused, looking earnestly into Ling Luo's eyes, "and the friends who care about you."

Ling Luo was silent for a moment, her eyes filled with complex emotions: "Don't pity me, you know I never admit defeat."

"I'm not pitying you." Gu Yang shook his head, his tone more serious than ever before. "Ling Luo, I knew back in high school that you were strong enough not to need anyone's pity. I'm just heartbroken."

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Distressed.

These two words caused Ling Luo's body to stiffen almost imperceptibly.

"I know you're strong, and I know you have your own convictions." Gu Yang took a step forward and continued, "But when I saw you lying in the hospital bed, I couldn't help but think, if one day you really can't hold on anymore, at least you'll want to find someone to accompany you to see the scenery."

The doctor's words kept echoing in his ears.

Throughout the year, Ling Luo never stopped reading, solving problems, and analyzing questions. The winters in Shuangqing were damp and cold, but even with frostbite on his hands, he never stopped writing.

The phrase "seeking death" shouldn't be used to describe someone like Ling Luo.

No matter how precious a dream may be, it is not as precious as life.

Nothing is worth giving up on. Even if there's a cliff ahead, who can say that falling off will necessarily mean death?

"Below the cliff might be the sea, or a tree branch that could save you, or it might just look high. No one knows the outcome until the very last moment, but if you give up first, you'll have nothing left."

As Gu Yang spoke, he knelt down on one knee in front of Ling Luo, rested his arms on Ling Luo's legs, looked up at him, and his eyes reddened.

Ling Luo lowered her eyes, looking at the face so close to hers, her hands on her knees tightened, her knuckles clenched.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was hoarse: "You don't understand."

"I really don't understand," Gu Yang frankly admitted. "I don't understand what you've been through in these four years, nor do I understand how important your obsession is to you. But I do understand one thing."

"What?"

"A friend is someone who will stay by your side even if they don't understand anything about you."

A long silence fell over the room.

Suddenly, Ling Luo smiled. It wasn't a perfunctory twitch of the lips, but a genuine, heartfelt laugh that resonated deep within her.

"How can you be so sentimental?"

"Huh? I call this a genuine expression of emotion!" Upon hearing this, Gu Yang immediately jumped up from the ground and retorted loudly.

"Alright, that's the real deal." Ling Luo stood up as well, the frost in her eyes completely melting away. "Let's go, I'll treat you to a late-night snack."

Gu Yang's eyes lit up: "Really? You're treating?"

"It's my treat."

"Then I want to eat the most expensive one!"

"Whatever you want." Ling Luo walked to the door, glanced back at him, and said, "But it's a deal, no more hot pot today."

"Barbecue! I know a really awesome place, the owner is super nice, and there are absolutely no paparazzi!" Gu Yang excitedly followed, already reciting the menu items.

As Ling Luo listened to his rambling voice, the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up.

"Oh right, there's also Feng Yuxi, I'll go call him!" Gu Yang slapped his forehead and turned to run in another direction.

Ling Luo watched his hurried figure disappear into the distance and shook her head helplessly.

The boy's unspoken persistence, like the summer breeze and the winter fire, is all the more precious on a path strewn with thorns.

Fortunately, on the bumpy journey, there was someone who opened his arms to protect him, and his presence could be felt without words.

……

Meanwhile, the internet has been completely turned upside down.

The live video of "Sunlight Through the Cracks" swept across major platforms at an alarming speed, with related terms repeatedly trending on social media.

#Sunlight Through the Cracks in the New Song of Guyang#

#The End of YYDS#

#Who is Ling Luo in the comic?#

#I'll be sad if no one listens to me yet, OK?#

In the comments section, netizens' emotions were completely ignited.

[I'm a tough guy, but this brought tears to my eyes. I just want to call my mom right now.]

[Wait, didn't you guys notice? The main character of this song in the comic is named Ling Luo, and the composer is named Luo Mu. These two definitely have a story! I'm shipping them!]

[The soothing singer and the soothing songwriter have both gotten hurt.]

Both songs today were really good; everyone underestimated Gu Yang's singing skills.

Guanghe Entertainment, Le Hong's office was filled with smoke.

"Old Le, how about it? Are you convinced now?" Colleague Qi Hongyu came over again, a smile on his face that seemed to enjoy watching the drama unfold.

Le Hong exhaled a smoke ring and stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray: "He got away with it this time. I'm definitely going to have to meet him at the 'New Voices Songwriting Camp' next month."

"Oh my, 'meet him'?" Qi Hongyu mimicked his tone. "Would it hurt you to admit someone else is better?"

"Shut up, or I'll slap you when I'm in a bad mood," Le Hong cursed irritably, then lit another cigarette and squinted as he scrolled through his phone.

"However..." he suddenly said, "I have a feeling that this ending is not right."

"What's wrong?"

"Look at his songs, from the nostalgia of 'Long Time No See' to the passion of 'Youth', then to the opera style of 'Puppet Show', and finally to the healing of 'Sunshine Through the Cracks'... The range of styles is so wide, it doesn't seem like the same person wrote them at all."

Le Hong flicked his cigarette ash, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

"Or, he's a once-in-a-century genius."

"What else?" Qi Hongyu also became serious after hearing his words.

"Or, 'The Curtain Falls' isn't a single person at all."

Qi Hongyu gasped and took two steps back: "You mean, 'Luomu' is a creative team, or simply a virtual entity created by the company?"

"Is it impossible?"

"That...is unlikely, isn't it?" Qi Hongyu immediately retorted. "Don't forget, next month is the sixth 'New Voice Songwriting Camp,' a live-streamed event where all the songwriters have to appear on stage. If it's a team, how can they get on stage? They'll be completely exposed!"