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Performing at the Spring Festival Gala is another battlefield altogether; it transforms from popular entertainment into a showcase of the nation's culture. If you claim to be a national XX, you need to have shown your face to the entire nation at least once.

"The Chang'an sub-venue?" Xu Qingyan murmured, suddenly grasping the idea, "Is it because of the style of that MV I shot? Something like traditional Chinese style?"

"Not sure, but I think it might be," Lin Chuan said, "I heard they've been planning over there for quite a while, but now they've hit a snag, and everything's halted."

"If it's a sub-venue, they should have more time. If they can't solve the problem, they'll probably call in reinforcements."

Upon hearing this, Xu Qingyan couldn't help but recall the clips from past Spring Festival Galas he had seen in group chats. The main focus was always at the main venue, while the sub-venues typically got only a few short minutes of screen time.

There are usually four sub-venues; is Chang'an selected this year?

"Did the boss talk to you, is it confirmed... or not?" He cautiously inquired, as the situation was still unclear, it was best to avoid having too many random thoughts.

"Pretty much a done deal, Brother Xu," Lin Chuan said.

So, it's not yet confirmed, Xu Qingyan frowned slightly.

To say he wasn't excited would be a lie; even if it was only a slim chance, even if it was just at the Chang'an sub-venue. But... it was the Spring Festival Gala, visible to everyone.

Even just a few seconds of screen time would be seen by everyone in Qinghe Village, young and old. It wasn't about the money. Furthermore, this was also part of a resume, for starting a company and launching projects in the future.

A boastful statement like, "I've been part of the Spring Festival Gala."

What troubled Xu Qingyan, though, was that the news wasn't completely certain. Lin Chuan might have gotten too excited over the past couple of days due to the new song's sales, bubbling with enthusiasm.

They say it's almost certain, but that still entails waiting.

After hanging up the phone, his heart was in turmoil. He no longer had the mind to think about songwriting and paced back and forth in his room, pondering this and that.

After fretting for a while, his forehead had started to heat up.

Chang'an... Almost everyone in Xia Country couldn't resist the allure of the splendid Tang culture. That ingrained, native cultural impact could always strike the softest corners of their hearts.

The so-called grand revival may also look back at the Tang Dynasty that once dominated the world.

The Great Tang will always be the spiritual homeland the people of Xia Country yearn for, commanding respect with palace gates opened to heaven and chaugan pavilions where all nations pay homage. For the clouds that can hide the sun are ever floating, unfazed by the longing that Chang'an inspires.

His pacing got faster and faster, and various thoughts flashed through his mind. At the same time, he was all too aware of the fleeting hope; he would most likely be just running miscellaneous errands there.

Then, the rustling sound of rain began outside the window, and Xu Qingyan immediately paused. He glanced toward the window, paused for a second or two, and quickly walked over.

With a whoosh, he opened the window and the cold wind hit him full in the face, cooling him down physically.

"Thinking about this now is too early; better prepare a few songs first." He stood by the window for a while, murmuring to himself, "If there's a chance, I still have to go and see."

After all, given the opportunity to behold the vast world, who could refuse the chance to see more of life.

He tossed and turned that night and couldn't fall asleep, so he picked up his phone again to play some games. Before long, Lin Wanzhou and Pei Muchan each received his goodnight message.

Both women were somewhat confused, as Xu Qingyan wasn't the type to send goodnight messages.

Pei Muchan: "?"

"Nothing, just a bit hyped tonight," he replied, then continued his game, "Don't mind me. Have a good rest, see you tomorrow."

"Okay, see you tomorrow then."

Lin Wanzhou: "Why the sudden goodnight message?"

"I'm fairly idle, just sent it on a whim." Xu Qingyan had wanted to share his news but felt it was still too early, "What are you up to? Any progress on the new song?"

Lin Wanzhou: "... It's coming along."

"Last time 'Fragrance of Rice' wasn't sung by me, was it? I was supposed to give it to you," Xu Qingyan said, "Do you have any plans to release a new song soon?"

"Um..." Lin Wanzhou was typing for quite a while, then sent a message, "Can't produce a song that matches your level, not ready to release it yet."

He replied, "I'll send you another one then, this time don't let me sing it."

On the other end of the phone, Lin Wanzhou, having bathed and dressed in her pajamas, lay on her bed. She held her phone, reading back and forth, blinking at his latest message.

She fiddled with the keyboard a bit, typed out the word "gift," then added a few more characters in front.

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"Is it a gift?"

The other party replied succinctly, "If you like it, then it is. It's a post-National Day gift."

However, Xu Qingyan wouldn't come up with excuses like the first song of autumn or anything of the sort; this trope came from the first milk tea of autumn, the first autumn tea.

It's purely nonsense, no need for it.

"What song?"

Xu Qingyan thought for a moment, got up from the bed, turned on the light, and entered the study to take a photo. It showed a half-written sheet of music which he quickly sent over.

Lin Wanzhou looked at the photo, curiously reading out loud bit by bit.

"Clouds Turn to Rain?"

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The next day, he sat in front of his desk, bored and somewhat distracted.

Pei Muchan was somewhat unable to bear it, slightly turning her head to look at the person opposite her.

"What's with you today?"

Xu Qingyan let out a sigh and stood up saying, "Just some concerns, but talking about them won't help. You'll understand when you reach my age."

Pei Muchan: "...."

She was a bit exasperated with Xu Qingyan's occasional abstractness and couldn't help but sigh inwardly, wondering what had gotten into her to entangle herself with this nemesis.

Traditionally, girls should prefer more mature men, right?

Is this an exception for me, or is it cradle-snatching.... As the thought of cradle-snatching crossed her mind, her train of thought went blank, and she suddenly felt flushed with heat.

Ever since that night when he said "let's try," even though their relationship hadn't changed much from before, she sometimes would remember that scene.

It was now easier for her to entertain wild thoughts than before; the term cradle-snatching was way too suggestive.

Unable to resist, she sneakily glanced at him, not expecting the bored Xu Qingyan to also turn his head and look back, leading the face-off between them.

Pei Muchan's face turned red instantly, caught off guard by her attempted stealth.

Xu Qingyan was anxiously panicking inside, wondering why He Guojin hadn't made contact yet. Lin Chuan as well, saying he'd phone when it was almost certain.

Disrupting my inner peace, truly infuriating!

Afternoon.

The anxiously awaited phone call finally came, and he grabbed his mobile phone and went to the second-floor window to answer.

Xu Qingyan had expected it to be some assistant or someone to contact him, but the person on the other end had a deep, middle-aged voice, not some old geezer.

"Hello, my name is He Guojin."

"Hello, I am—", Xu Qingyan didn't expect the other party to be so formal.

On the other end of the line, He Guojin spoke gently, addressing him as comrade repeatedly, with no official tone, completely different from what he had pictured a middle-aged leader to be like.

The other party was straightforward, bringing up the MV Xu Qingyan had worked on in a few words. The majority of the conversation revolved around the MV, later touching upon other topics as well.

"Not to hide it from you, we have a project over here that is currently in the planning stages. I think your ideas are good and you have a foundation; I'd like to discuss it with you in person."

He Guojin didn't make a decision right away, only suggesting a face-to-face meeting in Chang'an, with travel, accommodation, and plane tickets reimbursed.

He accepted the invitation, not finding it to be a hassle. Judging from their conversation, this man seemed to be around thirty years of age, arguably young.

Considering Lin Chuan referred to him as a significant leader, it was unlikely that he was a marginal figure.

As for the in-person meeting, based on the content of their conversation, it probably was an informal interview. Passing it shouldn't be hard; Lin Chuan really hit the nail on the head.

Almost a sure thing.

Returning to the office, Pei Muchan looked at him curiously.

"What is it?"

"Nothing much, I just have to take a trip to Chang'an in a few days." He smiled and settled into his chair, "Just a business trip, I'll be back soon."