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

In October, the autumn sun rises, its rays slanting down and scattering countless fragments of gold across the water.

In the distance, mountains rise majestically, their snow-capped peaks dazzlingly white against the azure sky.

Nearby, rice paddies are scattered like stars, with golden ears of rice hanging low and heavy. When the autumn wind blows, they create layer upon layer of golden waves.

A few wildflowers, red, white, and purple, bloomed sparsely on the ridges of the fields, swaying in the wind.

"Red umbrella an~ white pole an~~ (drawing out the sound)"

"Let's lie down together after eating~ Nice to meet you~~"

The song, which was hardly melodious, drifted on the wind, cleansing the souls of the roadside wildflowers and weeds.

Xia Ziyi skipped and hopped ahead, like a broken record, constantly repeating the phrase "red umbrella, white pole," singing it with great enthusiasm.

Tian Xiwei scratched her head, thinking that Xia Ziyi was actually quite hardworking when it came to singing.

Cheng Che scratched his head. He felt that from a professional point of view, Sister Xia was actually quite talented in singing.

First, she has a good voice; second, she must genuinely enjoy singing, sings very seriously, and is able to put her emotions into it to a certain extent.

Finally, she is also very diligent, able to sing anytime and anywhere, and never gets stage fright. She doesn't stop showcasing her singing voice just because she's in public or in front of the camera.

Well... In conclusion, aside from not being a good singer, Sister Xia is quite suited to singing.

Actually, I think Sister Xia was performing a kind of performance art. After all, how could she possibly run such a simple tune like that?

Ha, you overestimate my sister Xia.

[I understand what Sister Xia means now. She's trying to tell us that since "red umbrella, white pole" is poisonous, then "red umbrella, white pole" as a song should also be poisonous!]

[This is Xia Ziyi, a singer from heaven. Would you dare use her voice as the first music for a pregnant woman's unborn child?]

[You guys are using such foul language...]

[But, Che-ge and Xiao-tian, someone please stop Xia-jie!]

"Sister Xia, stop singing." Cheng Che couldn't stand it anymore.

He decided to become that hero and stop Sister Xia from continuing to sing.

"Why?" Xia Ziyi asked.

I don't understand.

Why did Cheng Che stop letting her sing?

Don't you also think she sings badly...?

"Because I couldn't stand it anymore!" Cheng Che suddenly raised his voice.

After he finished speaking, he suddenly sniffed and raised his hand to wipe the corner of his eye in a pretentious manner.

"I can't stand it anymore, Sister Xia, how can you not take care of your body like this!" he said, his voice trembling with tears.

"Huh?" Xia Ziyi was completely stunned.

"Sister Xia, as the nightingale of the Chinese entertainment industry, I know you love to sing, but you can't keep singing non-stop!" Cheng Che added fuel to the fire upon seeing this.

The nightingale of the domestic entertainment industry... Me?

Upon hearing this, Xia Ziyi couldn't help but swallow hard.

"No matter how perfect your skills are or how beautiful your singing is, you shouldn't keep singing all the time," Cheng Che said.

Why?

"Because it will damage your voice. If you don't believe me, go ask 'Red Bean Bun'. If you keep singing for a long time, it will damage your voice."

Cheng Che's words were absolutely true—speaking loudly for too long can cause your voice to become hoarse, and singing loudly for too long could certainly cause it as well.

"So, Sister Xia, please, please don't sing anymore!" Cheng Che pleaded. "You must take care of your voice!"

"After all, there are many singers in the entertainment industry, but 'nightingales' are extremely rare. So, in order to prevent 'nightingales' from becoming extinct, please stop now!"

"Well, alright then." Xia Ziyi was deeply moved by Cheng Che's heartfelt speech and immediately decided not to sing anymore.

Cheng Che is her good friend, he would never lie to her!

He called himself the "nightingale of the Chinese entertainment industry," so of course she is!

There are so many singers, but so few "nightingales." I should cherish my voice so that the "nightingale" doesn't disappear!

She can't be so selfish, only thinking about her own enjoyment and not considering others!

"I will definitely be more careful in the future!" She nodded emphatically.

Cheng Che gave a kind smile.

He then looked away from Xia Ziyi, and Okita Xiwei blinked her left eye alone.

Isn't your brother Che amazing?

Tian Xiwei was speechless and rolled her eyes at him.

Don't tease your sister Tian, ​​she's making you laugh, little brother Che.

[Brother Che's words still hold authority.]

I admit your expressions and methods for coaxing Xia Jie are very natural, but what if Xia Jie suddenly becomes intelligent one day?

[This is just worrying unnecessarily. The probability of Sister Xia gaining intelligence is slightly lower than Teacher Yan stopping being stubborn, Da Hua's Mandarin becoming exceptionally standard, Brother Che disliking Xiao Tian... and no one in Long Sanli dying.]

[The interaction between Che-ge and Xiao-tian is so sweet and natural... I'm inexplicably getting a feeling of a long-married couple?]

The three walked along the stone path and soon arrived at a small village clustered together.

"This should be the village," Tian Xiwei said, glancing around.

The small courtyards with white walls and blue tiles are closely packed together, spreading out along the gentle slope, and the walls of each household are painted snow-white.

The courtyard is filled with various fruit trees, including walnut, pear, and apple trees. In autumn, the leaves are half green and half withered yellow.

"This must be it. Now we need to find the family we're looking for," Cheng Che said.

Today is the third day in Dali. The production team has seriously issued a very meaningful task, which is to let the guests experience some local specialties.

The three of them were assigned to find a family in this Bai ethnic village and pick a plant called water hyacinth.

The other three went to other places to learn how to make some local specialties.

The three walked along the stone path, turned a corner, and soon arrived at the address provided to them by the production team.

It was an old house in the Bai ethnic style, with walnut trees planted outside the courtyard, their shadows falling obliquely on the ground.

A young man was squatting on the curb under the walnut tree, his back slightly bent.

Perhaps due to years of labor, his skin is somewhat tanned from the sun.

He was wearing a faded blue jacket, and a red rope around his neck with a small wooden sword tied to it, hanging down naturally in the air due to gravity.

At that moment, the young man was holding a porcelain bowl with a floral design in his left hand and chopsticks in his right, slurping noodles in the bowl with his head down.

Cheng Che, who is always very observant, also noticed that there were two peeled garlic cloves between the little finger of his left hand, which was holding the bowl.

The young man slurped up a large mouthful of noodles, then picked up a clove of garlic with his right hand, threw the whole clove into his mouth, and began to chew.

After swallowing the noodles, he made a satisfied sound.

Then, they continued scrambling the noodles.