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

As the last rays of dawn were swallowed by the distant mountains, the entire wilderness sank into a deep, dark blue.

The moonlight is beautiful tonight.

A full moon hangs high in the night sky, its light flowing like water, gently traversing every corner of the countryside.

The evening breeze carries the faint scent of earth and rice, and the occasional croaking of frogs comes from the ditches along the roadside.

"Reversing, please be careful—"

"Reversing, please be careful—"

A loud, electronic female voice suddenly pierced the night sky.

Then came the clattering of a tricycle, coming from afar as it bumped its way through the darkness of the night.

Yang Mo drove the electric tricycle with ease, carrying three big stars in the back, taking them for a ride around the village.

"It's so cool!"

Xia Ziyi, holding onto the back of the cart, faced the oncoming wind and let out a long, long sigh.

"Ziyi, don't talk to the wind, it'll give you a stomachache," Tian Xiwei reminded her.

"Okay, okay." Xia Ziyi obediently turned around.

"This is what travel should be like," Cheng Che said, shifting into a more comfortable position.

The nights in Dali are peaceful and bright. You can see the rice stalks swaying in the fields, hear the continuous chirping of insects, and most importantly, you have your friends with you.

However… Cheng Che glanced at Xia Ziyi and Yang Mo, who was driving in the front seat, and thought to himself that the two of them were getting in the way.

If you two weren't here, I can't even imagine how romantic the atmosphere would be right now.

[Oh my goodness, the moonlight in Dali is so bright! It illuminates almost the entire rice paddy clearly, it's unbelievable!]

Looking at Mihai Station, I think Mihai is unbeatable; looking at Hangcheng Station, I think Hangzhou is incredibly beautiful; looking at Dali Station, I think Dali is divine; then I glance at my bank account balance... and it's all gone!

It's okay, I just don't have money right now, and I won't have it in the future anyway.

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"Hey, hey, look, aren't those fireflies?" Xia Ziyi suddenly pointed to the pond in the distance, her whole body leaning forward as if she wanted to flip over.

Following the direction she pointed, everyone looked and saw one or two hazy, pale green dots fluttering slowly against the grass by the pond and among the weeds.

"Really!" Tian Xiwei exclaimed in surprise.

"There are still fireflies this season?" Cheng Che asked with a hint of surprise.

He wasn't a biology expert, but he knew that fireflies are generally most active in the summer.

"Dali is a bit south, so you can occasionally see some in October." Yang Mo stopped his tricycle, indicating that this wasn't a biological phenomenon, but a geographical one.

"But there will only be one or two at most, and there probably won't be any left in a few days."

"That's enough!" Xia Ziyi said cheerfully. "This trip to Dali is something I'll remember for a lifetime!"

Tian Xiwei and Cheng Che didn't say anything, but they both thought the same thing.

Yang Mo held the handlebars with one hand and glanced back at Cheng Che.

Cheng Che was leaning against the truck bed's side panel, looking up at the moon in the sky, lost in thought.

"Hey, that's enough for the author," Yang Mo exclaimed.

"?" Cheng Che glanced back at him.

Calling me a dog author to my face? You have some nerve!

Dare to tell me, Long San, who is your favorite?

Believe it or not, I'll write him/her to death in a couple of days!

"You're not going to sing a song or something, are you? You've sung in Mihai and Hangzhou, you can't treat me differently in Dali!" Yang Mo said matter-of-factly.

"Yes, yes, yes! Let's sing!" Xia Ziyi immediately chimed in.

"I think so too!" Tian Xiwei clapped her hands.

"My songs are like cabbages, aren't they?" Cheng Che retorted lazily. "You just start singing rap, did you guys pay me a performance fee?"

"If you're willing to sing if I pay you..." Tian Xiwei blinked, "Then I think it's not a bad idea!"

She's actually quite wealthy; it wouldn't be difficult for her to buy Cheng Che a few songs.

Moreover, she didn't feel bad about spending money on Cheng Che.

This is a deal that kills two birds with one stone!

"That's not necessary." Cheng Che sat up straight.

She wants to know if he can really take money from her?

"Actually, you don't need to sing any new songs," Yang Mo added. "Just sing the ones you've already sung, like the one you didn't finish singing in Hangzhou last time?"

"I happen to have a guitar here!" he said.

The other three people were stunned for a moment.

Cheng Che glanced at the back of the tricycle; there were only the three of them plus the photographer.

There was no guitar attached to the outside of the tricycle as an external spirit bone, and the small space at the front of the vehicle couldn't possibly hold it.

Cheng Che's expression was strange... Could it be that you really have a magical artifact?

Can a mustard seed contain Mount Sumeru? Or is it a mustard seed bag?

Under the watchful eyes of the three men, Yang Mo got out of the car and lifted the seat he was sitting on—there was a storage space underneath, which could be used to store raincoats or other small items.

Yang Mo pulled a guitar out of it.

More accurately, it's a ukulele.

The body of the instrument is made of plastic, and it is a little over half a meter long. It has four strings in total... made of plastic.

Yang Mo held the ukulele in both hands, his expression solemn and dignified, as if he were holding a celestial artifact that had fallen from the heavens to the mortal realm, and carefully handed it to Cheng Che.

Cheng Che took the ukulele and looked down at it—the plastic body of the instrument had a cheap sheen under the moonlight.

He couldn't help but laugh.

People can actually laugh when they're speechless.

[666 I was actually hoping he'd conjure up a guitar like magic... and believe it or not, he actually did!]

This guitar looks familiar, like the kind that costs 9.9 yuan with free shipping on Musical Instruments online store.

First of all, it's a ukulele; secondly... well, there's no second.

"Don't laugh. I've seen the video of the musical note. Although it's a toy, it's still usable, albeit barely," Yang Mo said.

"Okay, let me look into it."

Cheng Che lowered his head and plucked the strings a couple of times. Listening to the "rich and textured" sound, he couldn't help but laugh again.

However, it should be usable for now... Cheng Che made some simple adjustments and then got used to the size of the ukulele.

He thought for a moment, then looked at the camera:

"I've sung quite a few songs on 'Random Notes,' but it seems I haven't given any songs to the audience yet."

"So, this song is dedicated to all of you, my audience... and my readers... and to everyone in the world."

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[Shen Jin! I was actually quite touched when I heard they were going to give me something, but then they started talking in huge, drawn-out sentences!]

You didn't even need to mention me!

If you don't like this song, just criticize it!

"Okay, and send a musical note while you're at it." Cheng Che handed his phone to Tian Xiwei, asking her to take a picture of him.

He came up with this idea not because he wanted to gain more followers or anything like that.

He just felt that the process of getting to know Yang Mo's family today was still very touching.

The next song is definitely worth hearing by more people.