Huayu 2005: Chat groups are full of real celebrities

The crisp sound of a guitar drifted slowly through the living room.

There's no complicated prelude; it's even a little too simple.

But it is precisely this simplicity that makes people subconsciously quiet down.

The next second, he spoke.

"I'm afraid I won't have a chance—"

"Saying goodbye to you—"

The voice was not loud, even somewhat lazy, but it was like a pebble falling into a calm lake.

Liu Yifei was slightly taken aback.

Zhu Yiwen also subconsciously raised his head.

With just two sentences, a vivid image is immediately apparent.

There was no heart-wrenching emotion, no deliberate attempt to evoke sentimentality.

Like a group of young people about to graduate sitting by the playground, enjoying the evening breeze, saying they'd keep in touch.

But everyone knows in their hearts that once some people say goodbye, they may really never see them again.

The first time, Jiangbei used a rock-influenced arrangement.

The right hand continuously strikes the clapperboard, creating a light yet powerful guitar rhythm.

Although the song is about parting, it doesn't sound very sad.

Instead, it carries the exuberance and vigor unique to youth.

Like the grand finale of a graduation party.

Like the last gathering downstairs in the dormitory.

It's like someone raising their glass and shouting:

"See you at the top someday!"

When singing the chorus, Jiangbei even tapped his feet lightly to the beat, exuding a relaxed feeling, as if parting was not scary at all and the future held infinite possibilities.

The song ended.

Liu Yifei couldn't help but clap her hands, her eyes sparkling.

"This song really resonates with me!"

"Like the ending of a teen movie."

Jiang Bei smiled.

"Listen again—"

He adjusted his posture and stopped clapping.

The living room also quieted down, as if someone had turned off the spotlight, leaving only a beam of light falling on the center of the stage.

The second round begins—

The same melody, the same lyrics, but it's like a completely different song.

The rhythm slowed down, and the voice became softer.

Those emotions that had just been hidden slowly surfaced.

"I'm leaving tomorrow—"

"A familiar place and you—"

"We must separate—"

Tears fell down—

Liu Yifei's eyes slowly changed.

She suddenly remembered the day she graduated from high school in the United States.

The teacher is speaking on the stage.

Someone was secretly wiping away tears.

Some people were taking pictures while laughing.

Some people exchanged yearbooks.

Some people made plans to go out and play together during the summer vacation.

At that time, everyone felt that the future was long and that they would definitely meet often in the future.

But what happened next?

Many names are still in my contacts, but they haven't appeared in my contacts for years.

"I will remember your face forever—"

"I will cherish the memories you've given me—"

When this sentence came out, Liu Yifei's nose suddenly tingled, and her eyes unconsciously became hot.

Meanwhile, Zhu Yiwen gradually lost his initial ease.

On the first reading, he was still habitually analyzing.

Analyze the music arrangement, the target audience, the graduation season market, and the potential for wider dissemination.

But after hearing it a second time, he suddenly realized he couldn't continue analyzing it.

Because of the most amazing part of this song.

It's not graduation season at all.

It's not a campus market either.

But -

Everyone has experienced saying goodbye.

Students will graduate, friends will part ways, lovers will separate, and even parents will grow old.

That sentence:

I'm afraid I won't have the chance to say goodbye to you.

It's so simple it's almost like plain language.

Yet it is as precise as a knife, gently piercing the softest part of one's heart.

Zhu Yiwen suddenly remembered the night the college entrance examination ended.

The six people in the dormitory drank until the early hours of the morning.

They said that from now on, everyone must attend each other's weddings.

They said they would get together at least once a year from now on.

Whoever is doing the worst will treat everyone to a meal.

As a result, they even had a get-together once during their freshman year.

Two fewer were added the following year.

This year, no one is even talking in the group chat anymore.

He hadn't thought about those people for many years.

until today.

Until this song.

The singing continues.

Zhu Yiwen silently picked up the bottled water and took a sip.

Using the action of twisting the bottle cap, he turned his face to look out the window.

No one noticed that his eyes were actually a little hot.

As the last note faded, the lingering sound of the strings slowly dissipated, and the living room became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

It took more than ten seconds before Liu Yifei was the first to clap, her eyes already glistening with tears.

"It sounds so good..."

"It resonated with me even more than 'The Brightest Star in the Night Sky'."

Zhu Yiwen also slowly exhaled.

This time, he didn't immediately talk about the market or its potential.

Instead, he paused for two seconds before speaking softly:

"This song is amazing."

"It's not because of explosive power."

"Its lifespan is impressive."

He looked towards Jiangbei, his expression much more serious than before.

"Someone will sing this during graduation season ten years from now."

"Someone will still be singing this twenty years from now."

"Because what everyone is singing about is no longer graduation."

"They are those who didn't have time to say goodbye."

The living room fell silent for a moment again.

Jiangbei put the guitar aside.

That creator's aura vanished instantly.

He reverted to his lazy, listless demeanor.

So that's why.

"Two hundred thousand is nothing to invest."

"Even if you used that money to buy ten songs of this quality, you wouldn't lose money, right?"

Liu Yifei was immediately speechless.

She was just feeling sentimental when this guy suddenly pulled her back to reality, and she couldn't argue with him.

The Brightest Star in the Night Sky.

"goodbye".

Two songs are displayed here in a row.

The more she thought about it, the more outrageous it seemed.

Two hundred thousand...

It seems like I really did get the better deal.

Zhu Yiwen quickly stepped in to smooth things over.

"Alright, alright."

"They're all friends."

"Why bother calculating so meticulously?"

"Besides, won't you get half of the future profits?"

Jiangbei curled his lip.

"That's different."

"Future earnings are future earnings."

"A song is a song."

"The accounts should be settled separately."

Of course, he also knew in his heart that...

Now is not the time to be petty.

We must do everything we can to lock up the nation's celestial beauty, the goddess with the prominent teeth.

Then, he paused, waved his hand magnanimously, and changed the subject—

"so……"

"Can our collaboration be finalized?!"

Liu Yifei: "..."

Zhu Yiwen: "..."

The creator who just made people cry with his song.

It was indeed only temporarily launched.

The next second, a shrewd businessman returned.

Liu Yifei couldn't help but roll her eyes at him, silently complaining to herself—

This person is truly an exceptional individual.

It just brought people's emotions to a fever pitch.

The topic was brought back down to earth in the next second.

Not a single bit is wasted.

Zhu Yiwen simply laughed.

"With your shrewdness..."

"How could you have been tricked by your business partner and ex-girlfriend back then?"

His tone carried a hint of professional-level bewilderment.

Jiang Bei paused for a moment, and it looked like three black lines appeared on his forehead, but he quickly returned to normal.

"I call this learning from my mistakes."

He shrugged.

"Having been scammed so many times before, I naturally want to make things clear beforehand now."

He added in his mind, "I can't exactly say that I'm 'starting my life over,' can I?"

Zhu Yiwen was stunned for half a second.

This logic seems sound at first glance.

But upon closer reflection, something felt off.

It seems reasonable, but it's incomplete.

The living room fell silent for a brief moment.

The air subtly shifted towards a "negotiation arena."

Just then, Liu Yifei moved.

She didn't beat around the bush anymore, but took out a few pages of documents from her bag, tossed them lightly, and placed them on the coffee table.

"Then let's do it your way."

She looked towards Jiangbei.

"Put things out in the open."

"I've already drafted the agreement."

Jiang Bei's eyes lit up slightly, and he was just about to reach out.

Liu Yifei gently pulled the document back, causing it to stop.

She looked up, her tone not harsh, but very clear:

"However... you have to answer one question for me first."

Jiang Bei stopped what he was doing and glanced at her.

He wasn't surprised at all; in fact, he had been waiting for this sentence for a while.

"What's the problem?"

He asked calmly, but only he knew that this moment was more crucial than the song "Goodbye" he had just heard.

It's not about listening to music, it's about placing pieces.

The air grew quiet.

Zhu Yiwen also stopped making jokes.

He vaguely realized—

This is not a routine confirmation of cooperation, but the final screening.

"Success" means "to bind".

If it doesn't work, then stop.

The atmosphere in the living room gradually tightened, like a string stretched to its limit.