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

Tian Xiwei took the phone, tapped the screen lightly with her fingertip, and the camera steadily focused on the person in the truck bed.

The evening breeze, carrying the fragrance of rice blossoms, drifted over from the paddy field ridges, accompanied by the soft chirping of insects.

The tone of the toy ukulele is not good; the sound is thin and muffled.

To compensate for the huge flaw in sound quality, Cheng Che whistled as he plucked the strings to play the intro.

The whistle was clear and bright, and surprisingly, it blended well with the intermittent chirping of insects all around.

[I wanted to kneel down just from hearing the intro before it even started singing, lol.]

[Che-ge is such a good whistle... He must have flirted with a lot of girls in college, right?]

[666 Xiaotian will arrive on the battlefield in three seconds.]

Like a person's name, a voice that can be described as "Che" (澈) rises in the gentle moonlight over the countryside—

"If you have too many complaints about the world."

"If you fall down, you won't dare to keep going."

"Why must people be so fragile and depraved?"

The moment he opened his mouth, the surroundings seemed to fall silent for a moment.

Xia Ziyi, who had been somewhat restless, suddenly quieted down. She sat in the truck bed, her expression becoming calm and peaceful.

Yang Mo leaned against the handlebars of the tricycle, crossed his arms, and straightened his body slightly.

Tian Xiwei held her phone steadily, looking at the person in the camera with her long eyelashes and soft eyes.

"Please turn on the TV and see how many people are bravely striving to live their lives."

Shouldn't we be content and cherish everything we have, even if we don't possess it?

[Such a soothing melody, simple lyrics, yet so evocative.]

[I honestly think Che-ge has a terrible voice; he managed to make a 9.9 yuan voice sound like a 9.99 yuan voice. His voice is just too good... except when he's talking nonsense.]

[I envy Xiaotian for getting such a beauty as Che-ge.]

Cheng Che gently plucked the strings, and the melody of the chorus carried on the wind into everyone's ears.

"I still remember you saying home is the only castle, and we'll keep running along the rice paddy river."

"Smile slightly, I know the dreams you had as a child."

Deep in the rice paddies, the chirping of insects could be heard.

The water in the irrigation ditch flowed gently, and the rice ears swayed slightly in the wind, as if nodding to the rhythm.

"Don't cry, let the fireflies carry you away; the country songs are your eternal refuge."

"Go home, back to the beauty of the beginning."

Beside the pond covered with water hyacinths, a few pale green fireflies drifted slowly by, appearing and disappearing among the grass blades, like scattered stars in the night.

[Help! I just remembered spending summer vacations at my grandma's house when I was little!]

[This was exactly the scene I witnessed in my rural hometown when I was a child: the moonlight was incredibly bright, and fireflies were everywhere.]

[Still original, still incredibly well-suited to the scene... We still don't know how much content Brother Che has in reserve.]

After the first chorus ended, Cheng Che didn't stop and continued playing his ukulele.

Until the second verse arrives.

"Don't give up so easily, just like I said."

"If you can't achieve a dream, just pursue another one."

"To paint your life vibrantly, start by coloring love with your favorite colors."

Cheng Che's singing voice sounded increasingly relaxed, full of youthful energy.

The 9.9 yuan ukulele had an unusually rough tone, but that rough feeling somehow matched the relaxed mood.

While sloppiness may not be a positive word, when "youth" and "sloppiness" are paired together, it seems like something to look forward to.

"Smile! Success and fame aren't the goal; making yourself happy is what truly matters."

Xia Ziyi leaned against the truck bed's side panel, her head swaying slightly. She wanted to clap along, but... well, she decided against it.

"The paper airplane from my childhood has finally flown back into my hands."

Tian Xiwei's wrists were slightly sore, but she still didn't move. Instead, she wanted to keep holding them up like that forever.

"The so-called happiness is chasing dragonflies barefoot in the fields until you're tired."

"I'm so scared of being stung by bees while stealing fruit, who's laughing at me?"

"I fell asleep leaning against the scarecrow, singing in the wind."

The imagery is so vivid; the lyrics are simple, yet incredibly beautiful.

[Now I understand why Cheol-ge specifically mentioned before that this song was for everyone; it turns out it has such a healing and heartwarming content...]

I really like the gift, thank you Che-ge. I just punched that damn manager, and I'm about to resign and go back to my hometown to see my parents.

[666, this guy is something else!]

"The guitar sounds even crisper in the afternoon amidst the chirping of insects, and the sunlight shining on the road makes me unafraid of heartbreak."

Cherish everything, even if you don't possess it.

"Remember when you said home was the only castle..."

Yang Mo looked up at the lights of the village in the distance, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

The swaying rice stalks under the moonlight, the fireflies flitting by the pond, the fragrance of rice in the air... This is his home, the place where he grew up.

He has always been a very filial son (a compliment), and he has always had a very good relationship with his family.

More than a year ago, his parents passed away unexpectedly. When he received the news at school, he felt like the sky had fallen.

Although it sounds shameful to say this, he did cry every day back then, and even had bad thoughts more than once.

Fortunately, his grandparents took him back to their hometown in time and chatted with him every day.

He didn't know if his grandparents had cried secretly... but he was sure they had.

But they never showed their sadness in front of him; they just tried every day to make him smile, without ever becoming impatient or giving up.

Many, many days passed, and they succeeded.

He stopped crying, not because he was no longer sad, but because he loved his grandparents deeply.

The man is dead, the living is like this.

His world was riddled with holes, but thankfully it hadn't collapsed yet.

and!

But then again...

Fun fact: Whether from a rigorous probability definition or from the perspective of mainstream science, we cannot prove that the probability of a human being being transported to another world after death is zero!

So he stubbornly believed that his father might have really ascended to the celestial realm and taken his mother with him.

They probably also retrieved his little wooden sword...

Hmm, I hope that after the little wooden sword transforms into a celestial weapon, it can grow bigger and make up for the remaining "male" part.

Absolutely reasonable!

He withdrew his gaze from the distance and looked back at Cheng Che.

After the final chorus, the ukulele's echo lingered in the air... Oh, sorry, the plastic strings of a 9.9 yuan ukulele don't have an echo.

Xia Ziyi and Tian Xiwei immediately showered Cheng Che with praise.

Cheng Che was shameless enough to accept it so confidently and without any restraint.

Yang Mo realized that Cheng Che possessed more than just the qualities of Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang.

And Fingel's.

"What's the name of this song?" he asked.

Cheng Che turned to look at him: "Rice Fragrance".

"Rice Fragrance..." Yang Mo murmured, thinking it was a really good name.

"Thank you," he said.

He knew that Cheng Che's song wasn't about him.

But isn't that him?