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This isn't him being arrogant; he genuinely finds it uninteresting.

My participation in The Coming One was all because of Zhao Feiyang, not to mention all the other variety shows, commercial performances, concerts and the like.

Xu Fan thought for a moment about what Zhao Feiyang had said about adding to the film's entertainment.

Let him sing the theme song, and let others sing other songs.

This suggests that Liao Fanxing's original intention was not to use some background music to improve the quality of the film, but rather to use the identities of singers like Xu Fan to attract fans' attention to the film.

It has to be said that this is a pretty good approach.

Then, regarding system tasks.

He wanted to hold a concert while touring 100 cities, but he found it too troublesome.

So he plans to go to Hangzhou, but he won't hold a concert. He'll just find an opportunity to sing a couple of songs casually.

As Xu Fan pondered these matters, he scrolled through his emails.

It wasn't until he saw an email that he suddenly cursed himself for being careless.

When Song Runrun and I parted ways, she reminded me to check my emails, but I completely forgot.

No wonder Zhao Feiyang felt something was off when he mentioned the email; this is the reason.

Without thinking further, Xu Fan quickly opened Song Runrun's email.

……

The lucky ones who wander in the world

Adorning this brilliant Milky Way

This time is long and drawn out.

Everything is the same; we always just happen to meet.

Prisoners bound to heaven

Break free from the darkness of the night sky

Settling in one's hometown, or in a distant place.

This story, from beginning to end, from the very beginning...

This destiny has long since danced with dreams.

Flowers bloom in the height of summer

Luck fell on the street

Dragons roaming the mortal realm, please raise your proud heads.

Look at the sky, or the starry sky.

—Song Runrun

The sentences are short, the number of words is small, and the layout looks neat and simple.

But Xu Fan still muttered to himself with some doubt, "A poem? That girl wrote it?"

Xu Fan checked the email again and found that there were indeed only a few lines of text.

A poem without a title.

The general meaning should be understandable, but modern poetry cannot be translated word for word, because that's its inherent meaning.

But what exactly did Song Runrun mean by writing this poem for herself?

Xu Fan has written many songs before. Although he is rather lazy, he is also a poetry enthusiast.

So this poem is indeed quite well written, but I always feel that something is a little strange.

This artistic conception

It seemed to be telling a story, but it was hard to say exactly what it meant.

Finding out that it wasn't anything important, just a poem, Xu Fan felt relieved and stopped thinking about it too much.

However, he still looked at it several more times and admired it for a while.

He couldn't help but nod again, muttering a few words of praise to himself.

Another day passed in the blink of an eye. Xu Fan got up very early this morning, and his little girl Dou Shui'er had also gotten up and started washing up early.

Xu Fan had previously bought Dou Shui'er a very pretty backpack, and also some school supplies.

Shui'er is very smart, so the kindergarten stage was skipped. After communicating with the school, Shui'er started first grade directly after the start of the school year, and today is the first day of school.

"ready or Not?"

Xu Fan asked, and Dou Shui'er finished her glass of milk, placed it on her seat not far away, and then said, "It's ready."

Xu Fan took Dou Shui'er's hand, said goodbye to his mother, and left the house.

Grandpa Zhou arrived early as well, smiling and saying, "I'll go with you to take a look too."

Xu Fan naturally didn't object, and the three of them walked towards the school together.

Get the perfect music system at the start

===Chapter 150 Shui'er Goes to School===

At dawn, the sun rises from the banks of the Huangpu River in Zhonghai.

Autumn is gradually approaching, but the temperature still shows no sign of dropping.

Pedestrians hurried along the streets, and the city was bustling with traffic.

About 300 meters from Huanxi Shatang is Huanxi Primary School, the school zoned for the community. It is a very well-known primary school in China Overseas. I have met the school principal, Xu Fan, once before. It was quite interesting.

The result was good; Shui'er can go to school now.

Both Xu Fan and Grandpa Zhou expressed their happiness.

Shui'er was the same, carrying a cute backpack, holding Xu Fan's hand, skipping and jumping with a big smile on her face.

The phrase "bouncing and hopping" was rarely used to describe Shui'er in the past.

But today, both Xu Fan and Grandpa Zhou looked happy, a rare sight indeed for Shui'er.

This is how a child should be.

Perhaps because she was lonely from a young age, Shui'er is mature to the point of being heartbreaking, but she is still a child, and she is really not tall.

The distance of a few hundred meters will be reached in no time.

But just as they were about to reach the door, Shui'er suddenly stopped, looking somewhat lost, which made Xu Fan momentarily distracted.

Dou Shui'er said timidly, "Grandpa, big brother, will my classmates laugh at me?"

The question made Xu Fan's heart ache. He quickly squatted down, smiled, straightened his backpack, and touched the little face, saying, "How could that be? Our Shui'er is such a good girl."

Grandpa Zhou, who was standing nearby, also said with concern, "Shui'er, don't be afraid, Grandpa is with you."

"Ok!"

Dou Shui'er nodded seriously, grinned, and said, "I will definitely study hard."

The school gate was very lively today.

School started in early September, and the elementary school students, especially the first-graders, came to school accompanied by their parents.

When Xu Fan and his two companions arrived, there was already a long queue, indicating that the school had a large number of students.

Shui'er stood obediently to the side, her hands nervously gripping the straps of her backpack.

Xu Fan wasn't wearing sunglasses today, just a very low-cut hat and mask, and waited in line at the back of the queue for his turn to register.

A little girl next to Shui'er looked at her timidly, her big eyes darting around.

Shui'er hesitated for a moment, then spoke first: "Hello, my name is Shui'er, what's your name?"

Perhaps Shui'er's boldness frightened the little girl, who smiled slightly and quickly hid behind her mother.

Shui'er looked slightly disappointed and lowered her head, not daring to speak anymore.

Xu Fan watched this scene without saying anything; Shui'er needed to experience life for herself.

The best approach is to observe rather than interfere.

She should have her own friends, and Xu Fan believed that Shui'er could handle this problem well.

Shui'er's eyes were slightly red, but she stubbornly raised her head and continued to look at the girl.

The girl hugged her mother's leg and tilted her head to look at Shui'er curiously.

Her mother and Xu Fan exchanged brief greetings, a simple exchange between parents.

Then everyone heard a soft "Here!"

The voice was faint, but both Xu Fan and the mother could hear it clearly.

The little girl took a milk candy out of her bag, handed it to Shui'er, and said this one word.

Shui'er sensibly accepted it, smiled, and said, "Thank you."

The little girl hid behind her mother again. Dou Shui'er took off her cute backpack, rummaged through it for a while, took out a cute pencil, and handed it over, saying, "Here you go. My name is Dou Shui'er. What's your name?"

The little girl didn't say anything, but just chuckled behind her mother.

The mother said somewhat apologetically, "My child doesn't like to talk."

Then, she said to her child, "Luo Luo, tell your sister your name is Luo Luo."

Shui'er looked up at the mother and said, "Auntie, the little sister's name is Luoluo, and my name is Shui'er."

As she spoke, Shui'er placed the beautiful pen in Xiao Luoluo's hand and said, "How about we be friends? From today onwards, I'll be your older sister."

This was the third time Shui'er had introduced herself; she was very brave.

Looking at Shui'er, the mother couldn't help but say, "Oh, Shui'er is so good. Luo Luo, quickly thank your sister."

Luo Luo, holding a pen, hid behind her mother, turned around, and said with a smile, "Thank you, sister."

Shui'er smiled too, a very happy smile.

She held the candy tightly, and she heard a voice calling "Shui'er" and another "Sister".