I was exposed for adding my female boss to my group of female friends.

Jiang Xinhai patted his head and said, "Yingzi's Weibo posts are quite good, and they fit her style well, because she has been saying the same thing for more than ten years."

"There's one more thing."

Jiang Xinhai glanced at everyone and then slowly said:

"When Zhichi left me back then, he left me with a sentence that I never understood what he meant until today. Only now do I understand his feelings at that time."

She paused, then said, "That's what he said at the time—"

'Give them 10 years. During these 10 years, I will leave the Chinese music scene.'

"Ten years from now, I'll come back and see what the music scene has become without me."

Chapter 141 Sacrifice a Little, Sleep Together (Part 2)

After Jiang Xinhai finished repeating Chen Ya's words, someone below muttered something:

"This is too outrageous..."

Although the words were spoken softly, they garnered widespread approval as soon as they were uttered.

"To be honest, he is indeed arrogant."

"Yes, even if he were the ends of the earth, let alone someone so close, saying that would still be..."

"It sounds like something someone would say in anger after losing a fight."

Xiao Chuchu glanced down at the data and said, "According to our data, as we approach the point in time before Zhichi's departure from the Chinese music scene, the Chinese music market is experiencing strong growth, with annual album sales increasing by 35%, especially digital albums, which have achieved a transformation from nothing to something, and from something to becoming mainstream..."

Jiang Xinhai listened, then just smiled and remained silent.

While those sitting in the audience were somewhat restrained, the comments section was anything but.

"It's been seven years now, how's the music scene doing now that it's so close? I'd like to hear his opinion."

"The Chinese music market is growing stronger and stronger. It's not a problem if there are few songs, but it's embarrassing if someone is missing."

"Zhichi thinks too highly of himself! The world will keep turning no matter who's gone. If you don't write songs, someone else will. It doesn't matter who you listen to!"

On the forum, people were arguing about this issue, with hundreds of posts going on.

"The music scene, though seemingly close at hand, has indeed lost a lot of its vibrancy, but it hasn't regressed by many years overnight."

"I looked at all of Zhichi's album sales. Even when he was around, he couldn't say he was guaranteed to beat Tianya. What makes him so arrogant?"

"It feels like Jiang Xinhai is trying too hard to smear Yingzi. Back when Zhichi was active for several years, Yingzi was out of the public eye for a long time and only recently made a comeback. It feels like she's just jealous of Yingzi's current reputation, so she's suddenly throwing mud at Yingzi. But does she think Yingzi can handle it?"

Jiang Xinhai hadn't heard the overwhelming barrage of negative comments. But she could guess what was going on.

She placed her fair arms on the table, watching the people whispering amongst themselves and occasionally glancing at her with prying eyes.

For a moment, she seemed to be transported back to several years ago, to Dao Lang's farewell concert at the Hong Kong Coliseum, where she and Zhi Chi faced the departing crowd, walking alone against the flow of people.

Indeed, as Chen Ya said, Yingzi and her ilk were never qualified to be his opponents.

He has never lost to those people.

If he was somewhat down when he left China, it was definitely not because he lost to a certain singer.

It must be because they couldn't beat capital.

……

The moonlight, like a ribbon, illuminated the long street, making it feel cold.

Like many other fans, Chen Ya and Jiang Xinhai waited at the venue for a long time.

Everyone wants to know whether Dao Lang's "leaving the music scene" is permanent or temporary.

But after Dao Lang left, he showed no sign of returning. As the last subway train approached, fewer and fewer people were present.

Finally, a belated text message appeared on Chen Ya's phone:

"I'm sorry, Brother Ya, I ran away. I'm a deserter."

The concert was a great success; it was probably the best performance I've ever given in my life. My voice held up for four hours of practice.

But in the end, my people couldn't withstand the gossip.

I'm sorry, Brother Ya, you're the person I've wronged the most. I've let you down.

I hope you and Xinhai can fight on the music scene. I'm sure you can lead her to defeat Yingzi decisively.

But I can no longer fight alongside you.

sorry."

After reading it, Chen Ya silently closed his phone.

Because he was already mentally prepared, he didn't react much.

"I just said I wanted to add more songs, but there are too many songs on an album, and time is too tight. Adding two songs is the limit."

Jiang Xinhai shook his head and said, "Don't worry about my exam. Even if I fail, I'll still help you with this job."

Chen Ya glanced at her: "It's not a problem with your exam. It's that my creator's certificate is about to expire."

One crucial step in releasing music is submitting it for review and approval.

An album has more than a dozen songs, and you have to scrutinize it carefully, sometimes for ten days or half a month. If you miss a music festival or a major event like the Golden Melody Awards, it's too late.

Having a creator's certificate makes a difference; when submitting a work for review, it can enter a green channel and be processed with priority.

These certificates are usually not obtainable by individuals; they are typically submitted collectively by organizations or companies.

Chen Ya's previous ID card was issued by the company. Now that he's been sidelined, it won't be as convenient for him to renew it with the company.

He said to Jiang Xinhai with some concern:

“I’m just worried that you won’t be able to keep up. You have to practice 10 songs, which is already the limit. If you add two more, can you handle it?”

Jiang Xinhai rolled her eyes at him:

"You're asking me if I can handle it? I'm worried you'll run out of inspiration and won't be able to write anything! Aren't you underestimating me?"

"It's good that you're confident."

Chen Ya started counting on his fingers:

"The songs 'Red Bean,' 'Legend,' 'The Year in a Hurry,' and 'Because of Love' are the key songs for establishing your status. They may not be the most popular, but they showcase your talent, and the 'child star' label on you will definitely be gone."

"Then there are 'At Least I Still Have You,' 'Later,' 'Listen to the Sea,' and 'Aurora.' These four songs are the trump cards, focusing on widespread popularity. They are meant to be hits in every street and alley, dominating KTVs nationwide, with your songs everywhere."

“The song ‘Encounter’ is the depth of this album. You have to sing it with emotional intensity. That’s why we chose this song as the main track.”

"Then there's 'Easily Hurt Woman,' which is my backup plan. Nobody can say for sure in the market these days. This kind of old-fashioned Cantonese song might unexpectedly hit the middle-aged and elderly market, so I'll keep one of these songs."

He looked at Jiang Xinhai and said, "Have you noticed that this album lacks depth? Actually, it could have more depth."

So what exactly is depth?

Jiang Xinhai thinks every song she's worked with is beautiful. She doesn't feel any depth in them.

Chen Ya thought for a moment, then took out a pen from his pocket, opened his shirt, and wrote two words on his lapel:

courage.

Jiang Xinhai tilted her head, thinking that Chen Ya was encouraging her.

“The eleventh song—” Chen Ya said, “is called Courage.”

"Courage?" Jiang Xinhai's mind conjured up an image of a strong man waving his fists and singing.

"Love really needs courage to face gossip and rumors~" Chen Ya hummed, and Jiang Xinhai found it surprisingly catchy.

"Did you really come up with this on the spur of the moment?" Jiang Xinhai asked.

Chen Ya's magic lies in her ability to sing whatever comes to mind on the spot, something Jiang Xinhai has become accustomed to.

Chen Ya didn't answer her, but instead said, "The twelfth poem..."

A slightly cool breeze blew between the two of them. A glint flashed in Chen Ya's eyes as he continued writing under his clothes:

"Invisible Wings".

Jiang Xinhai stared blankly at the words, somewhat confused.

She had no idea that, years later, those few simple words would cause such a huge uproar.

At the press conference for "A Poetic Life" ten years later, the media, who were initially indignant and ready to condemn Chen Ya, suddenly fell silent after hearing the song's title.

Invisible Wings.

In the album "Encounter", this song is not ranked first in Jiang Xinhai's own opinion.

In terms of melody, it's not as catchy as "Later" or "Legend";

In terms of popularity, it's not as easy to sing as "Encounter" or "At Least I Still Have You";

In terms of lyrics, it lacks the timeless and refreshing quality of songs like "Red Bean" and "The Fleeting Years".

When Chen Ya wrote the lyrics to "Invisible Wings," Jiang Xinhai almost thought that Chen Ya wrote the song for himself.

"Each time, I find strength amidst hesitation and loneliness."

Even when she's deeply hurt, she never sheds a tear.

I know I've always had a pair of invisible wings.

Take me flying over despair…

She felt that Chen Ya had suffered a deep blow after the incident with the knife wolf and had fallen into boundless darkness.

That's why he wrote such simple, clear, and straightforward lyrics.

Later, she gradually came to like the song. When she walked alone on the campus of Binhai University, between classrooms and the cafeteria, she would occasionally hum the song unconsciously.

What she didn't know was that after the album "Encounter" was released, love songs entered thousands of households and karaoke bars, while this song, which contained no love and only the voice of loneliness, entered schools of all sizes.

It stands out from the other eleven love songs—it's an inspirational song.

There are very few truly good and inspirational songs like that in the entire Chinese music scene.

The following year, at the welcoming party, the president of Capital University sang "Invisible Wings" in a tone-deaf manner to encourage the students.

In schools of all sizes, this song would invariably play over the loudspeakers during breaks, and countless students had grown tired of hearing it so much that they had developed calluses on their ears.

However, on countless nights when they were burning the midnight oil, they would occasionally think of this song and it would give them a little boost of energy.

Those who are struggling to repeat their studies, those who are working late into the night, and those who are feeling lost and about to give up—in their darkest moments, they will repeatedly recall this one of the few inspirational songs in the Chinese music scene.

Five years ago, the Longtian earthquake struck.

In the darkness, in the torrential rain and mud, rescue workers painstakingly broke through the rubble and removed debris from the ruins.

At that moment, a faint singing voice suddenly came from underground, where they had been trapped for more than ten hours.

It was a thin, childlike voice humming, gentle yet firm.

The firefighters wiped the sweat and tears from their faces and asked, "Little friend, what song are you singing?"

From beneath the ruins, the faint voice immediately replied, "Invisible Wings..."

When this little girl was rescued from under the rubble, she appeared on the television screen with her eyes covered, and countless viewers were moved to tears.

Her family was all gone. At that time, she lay alone in the narrow crevice, hugging her knees, humming "Invisible Wings".

A month later, Jiang Xinhai, who had faded from the music scene for some time, arrived in Longtian and took the stage to begin her charity performance.

When the song "Invisible Wings" started playing, she choked up several times, singing and crying at the same time, tears streaming down her face.

She handed the microphone to the audience, and immediately, a massive, unified chorus of ten thousand people erupted in a chorus.

"I finally see all my dreams come true."

The youthful songs they chased were so bright and clear.

I finally soar, gazing intently without fear.

Fly as far as the wind will blow!

After the song ended, thunderous applause erupted in the audience.

It is for Jiangxinhai, but also for themselves.

In this national tragedy, countless families were torn apart and relatives and friends were separated.