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

The variety show recording site in Yicheng is currently in its intermission.

Gu Yang sat in the lounge, drinking the water Yi Yi handed him, his mind still on Ling Luo's words, "I think it's too slow."

He couldn't help but chuckle out loud, which drew a curious glance from the makeup artist next to him.

In the second half of the show, he will go on stage to sing songs he has performed before, as well as half a song from his new album, to promote the new album which will be released in March.

Four days later, Gu Yang finished his work in Yicheng and took the earliest flight back home.

After getting off the plane, under the protection of bodyguards, he interacted with fans for a while before exiting through the VIP security channel.

Upon arriving at the airport entrance, a glance across the crowd revealed Ling Luo, dressed in a simple black trench coat, leaning against the car, looking down at her phone.

He seemed to notice Gu Yang's gaze and looked up at him.

"You haven't been coming much lately?" Gu Yang jogged over, pulling his luggage. "I thought you'd be waiting for me at home."

Ling Luo naturally took the luggage from Gu Yang's hands and put it in the trunk: "I've come to pick you up and take you home. Get in the car."

  

Gu Yang stared at the passenger seat that Ling Luo had opened, several question marks popping up above his head: ???

Once in the car, Gu Yang asked, "Didn't you say you couldn't drive?"

"Yes, my hand was injured at the time, and for our safety and the safety of others, I didn't dare to drive."

Ling Luo responded to Gu Yang's words while driving.

Gu Yang squeezed his arm. "Your hand is all healed now. You can do so many things. That's great."

Ling Luo glanced at Gu Yang, then took out a red brocade pouch from her storage compartment and handed it to him.

"What is this?" Gu Yang asked curiously as he took it. It felt like silky fabric with delicate cloud patterns embroidered on it.

"The peace charm and the luck charm you've been longing for." Ling Luo looked ahead. "My master gave them to you. Wear them around your neck. They're waterproof and fireproof. You don't need to take them off."

"Really! You still remember I wanted to change my luck," Gu Yang chuckled, carefully hanging the brocade pouch around his neck and tucking it into his collar.

Back at the apartment, Nuonuo and Xiaoxin rushed over enthusiastically.

Gu Yang changed his shoes and collapsed onto the sofa, watching Ling Luo take his luggage inside to unpack.

When Ling Luo came out, she handed him an exquisite wooden box.

Gu Yang propped himself up and curiously opened the box.

Inside, a stack of red cards was neatly arranged.

He picked up a piece; on a bright red background, a dragon and phoenix design was printed with gold foil, elegant and festive.

Turning to the inside page, you see the two people's names, written side by side in elegant handwriting.

Lingluo & Guyang.

Below are the wedding date and location.

The 28th day of the 12th lunar month.

Gu Yang's fingers gently traced the two names.

He carefully put the wedding invitation back into the box, then couldn't resist taking it out again and bringing it close to Ling Luo's face: "Look, our names are printed together, they match so well."

Ling Luo hummed in agreement and reached out to ruffle his hair. "Should we post this on Weibo?"

Gu Yang paused, holding the invitation. After thinking for a moment, he shook his head. "Forget it, let's wait until all the ceremonies are over before we talk about it, to avoid any unforeseen complications."

Ling Luo neither confirmed nor denied this.

In the days that followed, wedding preparations proceeded smoothly under the encouragement of the elders.

Aside from occasionally having to measure her wedding dress or sample the wedding banquet dishes, Yang devoted the rest of her time to work.

On January 4th, the fifth episode of CCTV's flagship cultural program "Treasure Hunt" premiered amidst great anticipation.

In the backstage dressing room, Gu Yang closed his eyes and let the makeup artist do the final makeup.

Today he was wearing a modernized Hanfu, a moon-white robe embroidered with silver thread patterns. The wide sleeves and hem swayed slightly with his movements, making him look less rigid and more elegant.

Ling Luo sat on the sofa not far away, holding a program schedule booklet in her hand, reading quietly.

Yang Chong blinked and mouthed silently: "Is he handsome?"

Ling Luo lifted her gaze from the process booklet, lingered on him for a moment, and then nodded slightly.

Therefore, Yang turned back with satisfaction.

Soon, staff came to urge the event to start.

"Professor Gu Yang, it's your turn."

"They're here."

Gu Yang took a deep breath, straightened his clothes one last time, and walked towards Ling Luo.

Ling Luo stood up and tidied his slightly disheveled sideburns. "Go."

"Um."

Gu Yang stood beside the stage waiting for the host to announce the program. The audience below was packed with people, a sea of ​​black.

"...Calligraphy is the art of lines, the flow of emotion. More than a thousand years ago, Wang Xizhi, in a drunken state, wrote the 'Number One Running Script in the World' at the Orchid Pavilion." The host said warmly, "Today, we are fortunate to have a young singer with us. He will use music to take us back to that era filled with the fragrance of ink. Now, please welcome Gu Yang to bring us the song 'Preface to the Orchid Pavilion'!"

There was thunderous applause.

As he finished speaking, ink spread across the large screen behind him, eventually settling on three large, elegant characters—"Preface to the Orchid Pavilion Gathering."

The song information is displayed in the bottom left corner.

Lyrics by: Ling Luo (Vincent Fang)

Composer: Ling Luo (Jay Chou)

The stage lights dimmed.

The nimble zither playing of tremolo fingers rang out, like a brush dipped in ink, flowing smoothly across rice paper.

Immediately afterwards, the pipa's strumming joined in, and the ink instantly spread out.

Gu Yang walked slowly from the side stage:

"Copying the Lanting Preface"

Running script flows like clouds and water.

... "

His voice was languid, like a scholar casually wielding his brush in his own courtyard under the afternoon sun.

Ling Luo stood in the shadows of the side platform, listening quietly.

The arrangement of this song is extremely complex; the composer in the previous life had mastered both Eastern and Western musical instruments.

The guzheng and piano converse, the chime bells and strings resonate, and each instrument perfectly constructs a layered musical space.

"A line of cinnabar,

Who exactly was scouted?

... "

As the verses ended, the audience was still immersed in the tranquility and melancholy of the Jiangnan water towns when the melody suddenly changed.

The drumbeats start on a weak beat, so Yang's voice changes.

"Unrelated to romance,"

I'll wait for your reply with my question!

The word "回" uses the vocal technique of a young female lead in Peking Opera, with the ending note drawn out, drawing a beautiful arc in the air.

"A unique skill in suspending the brush."

The waves on the shore are layered upon layered!

The verses are like flowing cursive script, while the chorus is like powerful and rhythmic regular script.

Every stroke is etched with longing, every line carries power.

The chat in the live stream went crazy.

Holy crap! That vocal transition! It gave me goosebumps!

[Unrelated to romance, I'm writing this preface and waiting for your reply... Damn, how can someone write about waiting so movingly!]

"How can the word 'love' be interpreted? No matter how I try to write it, it doesn't feel right."

But what I lack is your lifelong understanding.

What is the meaning of the word "love"?

Is it the restraint of "expressing feelings but stopping at propriety", or the naturalness of "feelings arising without knowing where they come from", or the sigh of "life is finite"?

Neither explanation seems to be comprehensive.