I'm a web novelist, and you want me to work in the entertainment industry?

The ship docked at the pier.

The rain is still falling.

As darkness fell, the lights of the old houses on both banks lit up, their reflections shimmering on the river's surface, broken and then reformed again by the raindrops.

Cheng Che got ashore first, then turned around and reached out to help Tian Xiwei.

Tian Xiwei still placed her hand on Cheng Che's palm, but this time she secretly tickled it.

After nimbly jumping ashore, she opened her oil-paper umbrella with a "bang".

"Come in," she said.

"There's not enough room to stand," Cheng Che said. "It's just a little rain; getting a little wet won't hurt."

"Why so much talk!"

Tian Xiwei reached out and grabbed Cheng Che's arm, pulling him towards her.

The two of them squeezed together under a small oil-paper umbrella, shoulder to shoulder.

"..."

Cheng Che immediately turned into a quail and fell silent.

The comments section was filled with unrestrained laughter—

[Feeding? Che-ge, get your act together! Where did your courage to sing that love song go?]

[I just finished using it (immediate answer).]

Given the current situation, it might be difficult to resolve things if you two don't get married.

[Zero, do you realize you're out of character? Is this how you should act as a little boy?]

"Let's return the clothes first, and then find the others to meet up," Tian Xiwei suggested.

"Okay." Cheng Che nodded.

Teacher Yan is currently working at the bar with Liu Xianhua. They have agreed to meet at the bar that evening.

"Let's take a picture!" Tian Xiwei suddenly said.

She remembered that she had rented two outfits today, but it seemed that she hadn't had a chance to take pictures yet.

"How do you want to film it? Do you want me to help you?" Cheng Che asked.

Tian Xiwei blinked and raised her hand to hold the phone in front of the two of them.

"Look at the camera."

As she spoke, she leaned closer to Cheng Che, resting her head directly on his shoulder, carrying a faint lemon scent.

Cheng Che did as instructed subconsciously.

With a "click," Tian Xiwei pressed the shutter.

In the picture, two people are huddled under the same oil-paper umbrella, while the ancient town behind them is lit up with thousands of lights, and several lotus lanterns float on the river.

The raindrops, illuminated by the lamplight, resembled countless fine silver threads falling from the night sky. Tian Xiwei's eyes crinkled, and two shallow dimples appeared on her face.

"Hmm, not bad, not bad." Tian Xiwei was satisfied with her photography skills. "I'll send it to you when I get home tonight."

"Let's go return the clothes first."

……

In a small tavern in the ancient town.

Xia Ziyi and Xu Anan sat by the window, with two cups of osmanthus wine on the table.

There was also a horizontally positioned mobile phone—the screen was showing a live broadcast of Cheng Che and Tian Xiwei walking on the streets of the ancient town under the same umbrella.

That's right, they both watched the live stream while recording it that afternoon.

Xia Ziyi and Xu Anan were both very satisfied with the progress of Cheng Tian and Xu Anan's time together this afternoon.

Although they haven't confessed their feelings yet, even Xia Ziyi could tell that the relationship between the two had taken another significant step forward.

She leaned back in her chair, convinced that the bridesmaid position was now definitely hers.

Xu An'nan smiled sincerely—she had been swooning over Cheng Tian and his partner since day one, and now that things were almost over, she was practically swooning over them.

In response, the following sharp comments were made by the viewers:

[This gossip is so supermodel-like, it actually stimulates Xia Jie's IQ?]

[Could it be that Sister Xia has been pretending to be stupid all along, just to set up this afternoon?]

[It seems Nan Nan is really enjoying this too! Even her beloved can't resist the temptation of gossip?]

If my friends are about to get together, even if they bury me today, I can crawl out of there tomorrow!

[This is terrifying! Gossip turns people into ghosts!]

Just then, the wooden door of the tavern was pushed open, and Cheng Che and Tian Xiwei walked in one after the other.

Xia Ziyi immediately turned off her phone and waved to them: "Xiao Tian, ​​Cheng Che, over here!"

Cheng Che and Tian Xiwei looked in the direction of the sound, walked across a few tables and sat down opposite her.

"Ziyi, Nannan, when did you arrive?" Tian Xiwei asked casually.

"Just arrived, not long ago." Xia Ziyi chuckled.

To make it easier to "spy" on Cheng Che and Tian Xiwei, the two of them had actually been sitting here for an hour.

"Sister Xia, you're recovering well? Your stomach doesn't hurt anymore?" Cheng Che looked at her with interest.

"I don't feel bad anymore, I don't feel bad anymore." Xia Ziyi waved her hand, her voice full of energy.

Tian Xiwei glanced at her, pursed her lips, but didn't expose her.

In any case, judging from the results, she had a very pleasant afternoon.

"Oh, Xiao Cheng and Xiao Tian are here."

At this moment, Yan Lei walked over carrying a tea tray. He was wearing an employee uniform, and his expression was calm and his steps were steady.

"Two cups of osmanthus wine, please? They're sweet and have a low alcohol content," he said professionally.

It's clear that, although it was only for a short afternoon, he had fully accepted his role as a waiter and adapted quite well.

Cheng Che and Tian Xiwei readily accepted.

Yan Lei quickly served each of them a cup, then left to continue his work.

A comment floated across the screen: "Teacher Yan has finally found a track that suits him." Cheng Che couldn't see it, but if he had, he would have wholeheartedly agreed.

And so, the four of them sat around the table, drinking osmanthus wine and listening to the bar's resident singer for the night, Liu Xianhua, perform on stage.

Henry Lau sat on a high stool, holding a guitar in his arms, with a microphone standing in front of him.

The lights in the pub were dim, with only the spotlight above his head shining, casting his and his guitar's shadows on the ground.

He plucked the strings and sang a soothing love song.

His voice was warm and pleasant, and his usual silly demeanor had vanished without a trace, leaving the customers at the bar slightly mesmerized.

After a while, the singing stopped, and the audience was quiet for a moment before bursting into enthusiastic applause.

Many people were still not satisfied and led the chant of "Encore" from below.

On stage, Henry Lau listened to the cheers of the guests and a genuine smile appeared on his face.

Watching this scene, Cheng Che suddenly felt a sense of disorientation—a very peculiar feeling, as if he had been touched by something.

He guessed that it was probably the original owner of the body exerting her power.

Just then, Henry Lau glanced around the audience and quickly noticed Cheng Che leaning against the window. His eyes lit up immediately.

He put his guitar down, quickly walked off the stage, ran to the bar, and whispered a few words to Boss Sun, who was wiping glasses.

After listening, Boss Sun glanced at Cheng Che and nodded with a smile.

Seeing this, Liu Xianhua strode up to Cheng Che and stood in front of him.

"Are you off work yet?" Xia Ziyi asked innocently.

This tavern has surprisingly good service!

Why were the resident singers allowed to leave work so soon after it got dark?

"I haven't gotten off work yet." Henry Lau shook his head, his expression unusually serious.

"Cheng Che," he said.

"what?"

"Could you sing a song too?" Henry Lau asked.

"Of course, you can refuse if you feel uncomfortable, it's no big deal," he added, as if afraid Cheng Che might misunderstand something.

"I just think you sing really well and I'd like to hear you sing live," he said sincerely.

Cheng Che raised his head and looked into Liu Xianhua's eyes.

There was no provocation, no tension, and no "sticking to the beans," only a pure love for music.

Wait... why am I suddenly feeling a bit excited?

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P.S.: I know you're all eager for Long San, but please don't rush. Long San is over a million words long, so it's impossible to finish it immediately. I'll write the rest slowly and try to include some famous scenes.