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Xu Fan looked at Old Zheng with a puzzled expression. Old Zheng continued, "The Spring Festival Gala is still a month and a half away, and the New Year's Eve Gala is still more than 20 days away. Basically, the two don't conflict. If you can perform on both the New Year's Eve Gala and the Spring Festival Gala, it will definitely help your future prospects."

Xu Fan nodded and said, "Okay, I understand."

Xu Fan had not yet made up his mind, but Old Zheng's opinion was indeed worth considering.

The key point is that the system made Xu Fan's growth path extremely smooth. Although he encountered some unexpected things in the process, his journey as a singer is still very long.

But becoming famous was not his intention; it was something that happened after the system appeared.

Although he also wanted to become famous, to be known by more people, and to gain many things.

Humans are never satisfied, so Xu Fan himself wanted to go further, but he hoped that all of this would not necessarily depend entirely on the system. However, many things still depend on the system.

So, whether or not he should participate in the New Year's Eve party will be decided after he finishes his work here.

The two chatted casually for a while, when Chen Yuanyuan came out and happily said to Grandpa Zheng, "Grandpa, you're back?"

Old Zheng smiled and said, "You're back, you're back."

At this moment, Xia Ziling also came out to greet him, saying, "Hello, Grandpa Zheng."

Old Zheng nodded and said, "Lingling is here too. Your Grandma Tao made breakfast. Come down and eat quickly."

After the meal, it suddenly started snowing in Yanjing.

Grandpa Zheng and Grandma Tao were sitting idly at home when Xu Fan and Xia Ziling were pulled out of the house by Chen Yuanyuan, who said they wanted to go for a walk outside.

Snowflakes drifted down to the ground; there was no wind, but it was slightly chilly.

The city streets remained congested with vehicles as people watched one car after another drive away.

Standing by the roadside, I felt the temperature of the snowflakes.

The city is less bustling than before, but the vibrancy is still palpable.

Chen Yuanyuan said she was going to take them somewhere, but they waited here for a long time. Xia Ziling rubbed her hands together and asked, "Yuanyuan, where are we going?"

Xia Ziling said, "You'll know when we get there."

A car stopped in front of the three of them, and Chen Yuanyuan called out, "Get in the car."

After getting into the car, Chen Yuanyuan said, "A private car pick-up and drop-off service, that's a good place."

Xu Fan and Chen Yuanyuan were both curious, but they didn't ask any further questions, since Chen Yuanyuan wouldn't say anything anyway.

Sitting in the back seat, Xu Fan's phone suddenly notified him of a message.

Upon opening it, I found it was a message from Song Runrun: "Superstar brother, remember to check your emails!"

Xu Fan learned from his mother that the story of Chen Yuanyuan taking a bullet for him was told to his mother by Song Runrun.

He hadn't asked because he'd been quite busy lately.

When I saw her message, I didn't ask any questions, but simply replied with a "okay".

He then opened the email on his phone.

The email was extremely simple, no different from previous emails; it was just a simple modern poem.

Earth soil

Kissed by the wind blowing into the sky

The earth was dyed the color of snow, or

The color of blood

Fate is dissecting the white rats in the laboratory.

Lonely and miserable

The trivialities of life, as fragmented as shredded paper.

The fragrance of the earth was masked by the heavy snow.

The one who kissed you wasn't a girl.

It is this desolate, bewildering, and calm night.

The Silent Sky

Suddenly, a beautiful firework burst forth.

This winter is very cold.

—Song Runrun

It was yet another short modern poem. This was the third letter Xu Fan had received, or rather, the third poem Song Runrun had written to him.

Xu Fan couldn't help but smile, thinking to himself that he hadn't expected this little girl to be such an artistic young woman, and that she quite liked writing poetry.

However, he suddenly stopped smiling.

Looking at the line "Fate dissects the lab rats, lonely and wretched," he frowned and subconsciously flipped to two poems that Song Runrun had written for him before, carefully studying them.

The sudden frown wasn't because he had discovered something extraordinary, but because he suddenly remembered that every time Song Runrun finished writing a poem, she would tell him, but she never asked him whether the poem was good or bad. So what did she mean by telling him?

Or rather, what is it implying?

Especially when he remembered Song Runrun telling her mother that she was almost hurt and that Chen Yuanyuan had blocked a bullet for her.

His gaze swept over the previous two poems, reading them carefully again and again.

Finally, he found a line in the first poem: "Dragon walking among mortals, please raise your head proudly."

In the second poem, I found the line: "A dog that eats ghosts wags its tail alone, then proudly raises its head and glares ahead."

Then he looked at the third poem, which contained the line, "Fate dissects the lab rats, lonely and wretched."

His first thought was whether these three poems were related to him, but upon closer inspection, they seemed to have no connection whatsoever. The only crucial question was that he had acquired the system.

Animals appear in all three poems. The first poem is about a dragon walking among mortals, and these words are very touching.

Dragons can soar through the clouds and mist, traverse mountains and valleys, and move freely in the deep sea, yet now they can only walk in the mortal realm. What does this mean?

The second poem is much simpler: the dog wanted to eat the ghost, but the ghost missed.

But the key question is, why would a dog eat a ghost?

Of course, this may be an image from a poem, and it may not actually represent any particular thing, but rather a way of expression.

What is the meaning of the little white mouse in the last poem?

Xu Fan inexplicably thought of Song Runrun, the cute girl who liked to call him "superstar brother." She seemed innocent and naive, so there shouldn't be any problems.

Xu Fan shook his head, thinking to himself that he was probably overthinking things.

It's probably just that the little girl likes to write poetry, nothing more.

Just as he was thinking about these things, Chen Yuanyuan, who was next to him, asked curiously, "What are you looking at?"

The sound attracted Xia Ziling's attention, and she looked over. Xu Fan shook his phone and said, "A few poems written by friends."

Chen Yuanyuan said, "May I take a look?"

Xu Fan nodded, handed it to her, and said, "Take a look."

Xia Ziling looked down at the email, while Chen Yuanyuan's gaze fell on the first poem. She murmured to herself, then opened the next email and began reading the second poem, and then the third.

Neither Xu Fan nor Chen Yuanyuan noticed that Xia Ziling's expression changed slightly upon seeing the three poems, but she quickly recovered.

Chen Yuanyuan sighed, "This was written by your friend. The poetry is so beautiful, but it's also a little lonely."

Xia Ziling said from the side, "What I feel is the ruthlessness and cruelty of fate, and of course, loneliness and helplessness seem to be included as well."

Xu Fan said with a smile, "This was written by a student who just started his second year of university."

Xia Ziling looked up at Xu Fan and said, "It's really good."

Chen Yuanyuan also said, "Look at this line, 'It's not a girl who kisses you, but this desolate, confused, calm night.' I suddenly feel so sad. Your friend will definitely be a great poet in the future."

Xu Fan smiled and said, "I hope so."

Holding his phone, he temporarily put the matter to himself. Three poems were nothing to him; he was just a literature enthusiast. Let alone three poems, thirty poems would be perfectly normal.

Most importantly, poets themselves don't know what they're writing about, let alone the readers.

Too much speculation is actually useless.

However, he still subconsciously dialed Song Runrun's number, wanting to ask about the specific reason for writing the poem, but the call was not answered, which made him somewhat helpless.

Just then, he noticed the car had stopped, and Chen Yuanyuan beside him said, "We're here, shall we get out?"

Xia Ziling asked curiously, "Have we arrived? Where is this?"

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===Chapter 377 A Short Story===

Snowflakes were slowly drifting down from the sky as Xu Fan and his two companions stood beneath a massive skyscraper.

Xia Ziling looked up at the tall building and asked curiously, "What is this?"

Chen Yuanyuan said, "That's right, the Liyue Building, one of the entertainment buildings outside Yanjing City."

Xu Fan asked curiously, "What is this place for?"

Chen Yuanyuan said, "They have everything. There's the history of music, a global musical instrument museum, a professional karaoke bar, and many other things related to music and ritual. Of course, there are also many places to sell musical instruments. However, we're not here just to browse around; we have a purpose."

The driver who had picked up the three of them stood to the side and gestured for them to enter, saying, "Please come in, gentlemen."

Without hesitation, the three of them followed him inside.

The snow had already soaked the ground, and a thin layer of snow had accumulated on the railings not far away. There was also melted snow on the ground, making it look wet.

Xu Fan and his group didn't pay much attention to these things and took the elevator directly to the sixth floor.

Xu Fan was stunned the moment he stepped out of the elevator.

What comes into view is a huge poster featuring a slightly melancholic figure from behind, looking somewhat desolate and lonely.

As they stepped out of the elevator, the waiter simply gestured for them to leave before departing, leaving the three of them standing there.

Chen Yuanyuan said, "This place is called a memory bank by young people."

Xu Fan looked at Chen Yuanyuan, somewhat puzzled.

Xia Ziling exclaimed in surprise, "This is the place you were talking about, the place where the stories are hidden?"