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

As the interlude begins, the mournful sound of the erhu intertwines with the electric guitar, creating a harmonious blend of strength and gentleness.

[Holy crap! What an amazing arrangement this interlude is! How can the erhu and electric guitar go so well together?!]

[It gave me goosebumps!]

[Even though I'm a complete novice, I got goosebumps all over; it's so beautiful!]

The sounds of raindrops, the rustling of a brush rubbing against rice paper, and various other detailed sound effects are all incorporated into the music.

"How could that be? My heart is filled with resentment, stitch by stitch, as I weave my embroidered shoes."

If the flower resents the butterfly,

Whom will you blame?

......

From the resentment expressed through objects, to the illusory resentment of flowers in Zhuangzi's butterfly dream, and then to the resentment of feelings that were once cherished but have now become relics of the past.

  

The three grievances progress in layers, blending classical literature with popular music.

It continues the gentle and kind spirit of "resentment without anger" from the Book of Songs, while also incorporating the pursuit of individual value in modern society.

As the last note faded, the distant sound of the chime bells rang out, its lingering resonance lasting for a long time.

Gu Yang bowed slightly, "Thank you everyone."

He stepped back to the side of the stage and slowly walked off.

Ling Luo was looking at him, holding a thermos cup in her hand, the lid of which had already been unscrewed.

Gu Yang ran over in a few steps, took the water, and drank two mouthfuls.

"How am I?" he asked, his eyes shining.

"Very handsome." Ling Luo reached out and wiped the thin layer of sweat from Gu Yang's forehead.

Yang was quite satisfied and chuckled.

Backstage, Yi Yi was busy dealing with the enthusiastic staff, while Gu Yang and Ling Luo didn't linger and left directly through the emergency exit.

As soon as he got on the bus home, Gu Yang took out his phone and, as expected, Weibo was trending again.

He's almost immune to this now, with people posting about Ling Luo's new songs on Weibo every time.

But I couldn't resist clicking to take a look.

#AmazingScenesFromGuyangLantingPreface# [Breaking News]

#Just how amazing are Ling Luo's lyrics?# [Breaking News]

#Ignoring romance, I'll write this preface and wait for your reply# [Boiling]

#Listening to the Preface to the Orchid Pavilion stirred my DNA# [Boiling Point]

After reading the positive reviews, he put away his phone with satisfaction and leaned on Ling Luo's shoulder.

"Oh right, Ling Luo," Gu Yang suddenly remembered something and quickly sat up, "You won the championship in the 'New Voice Creation Camp,' so now that you're back, who's going to participate in the international competition?"

Ling Luo looked up from the computer and at Gu Yang, "They'll send me."

"Huh? When did you say that?"

"Last time, when I took you back to the research institute, I had a conversation with the leader. He didn't say it explicitly, but I guessed it was right."

As Ling Luo spoke, seeing that Gu Yang still looked confused, she reached out and pinched his cheek.

If he fails the assessment, he will have a chance to retake it.

Moreover, the leader also told him to study hard.

This was meant to remind him that there would be a makeup exam later.

After returning, he thought about it and concluded that the most likely time was when he won the New Voices Songwriting Camp and represented China at an international music festival.

In other words, even if he goes back, the higher-ups will quietly find an opportunity to bring him back to participate in the competition. As for what kind of test he will be given during the competition, he has no idea.

Gu Yang immediately tensed up; he was still shaken by what had happened last time.

Seeing this, Ling Luo patted his hand, "Don't worry, nothing will happen."

Gu Yang nodded, then leaned back against him, "Then you'd better do your best to spread Dragon Kingdom music to the top music websites in various countries."

Upon hearing this, Ling Luo chuckled softly.

When the two returned home, Gu Yang had just changed his shoes when Shao Hui called, accompanied by a very noisy background.

"Damn it! You finally answered the phone!" Shao Hui's booming voice rang out. "Quickly check CCTV News and the official Weibo accounts of several mainstream cultural media outlets!"

Gu Yang's ears hurt from his yelling, so he turned on speakerphone, threw the phone onto the sofa, and then collapsed onto it himself.

He clicked on the official Weibo accounts that Shao Hui mentioned, and their wording was restrained and professional.

[China Music News: ...The arrangement of "Preface to the Orchid Pavilion" is bold and avant-garde, cleverly blending traditional folk music with Western electronic and rock music to create a unique musical aesthetic. The lyrics are even more brilliant, effortlessly incorporating allusions and sketching the spirit, love, and passion of literati from a thousand years ago with just a few strokes. This is a successful example of cultural export.]

[Youth Daily: From "The Red-Haired Girl" to "Preface to the Orchid Pavilion," we have seen new possibilities for popular music to carry classical culture...]

Even the official Weibo account of the Palace Museum reposted the program video, with the caption: "[Unrelated to romance, I write the preface and await your reply. #PrefaceToTheOrchidPavilion#]"

This completely ignited the entire internet.

It broke through the entertainment industry once again.

Shao Hui hung up the phone after delivering the good news; he had a lot on his plate too.

The popularity of the "Preface to the Poems Composed at the Orchid Pavilion" continues to grow, but the two people at the center of the storm have closed their doors and started doing something even more important—writing wedding invitations.

A thick stack of red wedding invitations was spread on the coffee table, with two pens placed beside it.

Gu Yang lay sprawled on the sofa, pen in hand, staring at a prepared guest list, looking utterly dejected.

"This is too much..." He looked at the densely packed names on the list and felt his wrist starting to ache.

Ling Luo took a soft cushion from the study and placed it behind his back, then picked up a wedding invitation and sat down next to him.

"I'll write most of it; you can write about your friends."

Ling Luo's handwriting is beautiful; it's standard running script, with powerful strokes that are also elegant, just like the man himself.

As Gu Yang watched him carefully write the guests' names after "respectfully invited," he suddenly felt a sense of peace.

He picked up his pen, flipped to the list of his best friends, and began to write seriously.

[Invitation: Mr. Zhou Yi]

After finishing writing, he held it up for Ling Luo to see, "How is it? My handwriting isn't bad, is it?"

Ling Luo glanced at it and nodded: "Yes, there's been improvement."

"What do you mean by 'improvement'? I've always written very well, okay!" Gu Yang retorted.

Ling Luo didn't argue with him; she simply took away the two invitations he had just scrapped and threw them into the trash can.

Gu Yang: ...

He sullenly buried his head and continued writing the next page.

[Invitation: Ni Yuelan]

[Invitation: Qin Hanwen]

As he was writing, Gu Yang suddenly stopped writing and looked up at Ling Luo.

"Ling Luo, you said... we're really getting married?"

"Hmm." He reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind Gu Yang's ear. "In twelve days, you will marry me."

"It wasn't me who married you, it was you who married me!" Gu Yang retorted.

"Yes, I'll marry him."

The winter sun was precious, and now it streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, gilding the two of them with a golden hue. Nuonuo and Xiaoxin were dozing on the carpet not far away; this was the epitome of peaceful bliss.

Gu Yang turned his head, as if he had returned to that summer morning when he saw the sunlight shining on Ling Luo sitting by the window. He walked over and stood beside him, and said his first words: "Hello, my name is Gu Yang."