"Don't worry, I have my own plans. Tell Doctor Bai to stop thinking about me. I won't go to the US for treatment."
Wang Shu patted Xu Yunshang's shoulder and said earnestly. He knew Xu Yunshang meant well, but he was very clear about his own illness.
"But..."
"No buts! Go to Korea and study hard. When you come back in a year, I'll be the top star in China's entertainment industry, and even the entire cultural and entertainment scene! By then, brother will have your back in the entertainment industry!"
Wang Shu cupped Xu Yunshang's delicate face in his hands and spoke in a very gentle yet resolute tone.
He knew that Xu Yunshang, this little girl, had fallen in love and developed feelings for him that went beyond friendship, but he wasn't in a position to directly reciprocate at the moment.
"Really? Then let's pinky swear. When I come back in a year, if you can't be a top star, you'll be my chef for life! Because your noodles are too delicious!"
A sly glint flashed in Xu Yunshang's eyes. She extended her jade-like hand to Wang Shu and said.
"No problem!"
Wang Shu smiled slightly and then extended his hand.
...
"I'm leaving the show tomorrow and returning to Modu, so I want to eat your noodles tonight, can I?"
After pinky swearing, Xu Yunshang looked at Wang Shu with a pitiful expression and pleaded.
"Uh, then I'll reluctantly agree. Consider it a farewell meal for you."
Seeing the little girl's pitiful and endearing expression, Wang Shu couldn't bear to refuse.
After all, his noodles were indeed quite fragrant, and it wouldn't hurt to let Xu Yunshang taste them again.
As dusk faded and night fell.
Xu Yunshang and Wang Shu bought ingredients from outside.
Then they went straight to the hotel's self-service kitchen to cook.
"Your technique is amazing!"
Xu Yunshang took a whiff of the steaming noodles in front of Wang Shu and immediately gave a thumbs-up of satisfaction, her saliva nearly dribbling onto her collarbone.
"Isn't that obvious? Eat up quickly and go back to sleep. I still have work to do!"
Wang Shu urged, his novel was only half-finished, with tens of thousands of words yet to be written. The pressure of writing three novels concurrently was immense.
Honestly, in his previous life, Wang Shu couldn't understand how some authors could write over a hundred thousand characters a day. He truly didn't know how those beasts did it.
Even with the complete plot in his mind, he couldn't write a hundred thousand characters in a day, so he once thought that authors who wrote a hundred thousand characters a day were likely not human!
Xu Yunshang, on the other hand, slowly savored the noodles, enjoying every bite.
Because these were the most delicious noodles she had ever eaten, and she would never have the chance to eat them again in Korea.
So even though she desperately wanted to devour them all at once, her rationality told her not to. She had to savor this moment, spoonful by spoonful, and cherish the time spent with Wang Shu.
...
At nine o'clock in the evening, Wang Shu returned to his room. As he entered, he suddenly felt a dull ache in his lower back, as if he had been emptied out.
Just as he was about to lie down on the bed to rest for a bit before getting up to write, a knock on the door sounded again.
Wang Shu had no choice but to reluctantly get up and open the door.
"Teacher Wang Shu, I want to ask you for something, can I?"
At the door, Zhang Bichen, wearing a small red nightgown and red-soled high heels, with light makeup on her face, asked Wang Shu somewhat shyly.
Wang Shu now understood the purpose of this girl's visit, so he replied directly, "Come in!"
Then he turned and went back into his room.
"You're here to ask me to write a song, right?"
As soon as she entered the room, Wang Shu asked with a smile.
"Yes, yes. Teacher Wang Shu, can you give me this opportunity?"
Zhang Bichen raised her pretty face, her eyes gazing at Wang Shu tenderly.
The dim light in the room happened to fall on Zhang Bichen, illuminating her slender and aesthetically pleasing figure.
Coincidentally, she was only wearing a red silk camisole nightgown with lace trim. From Wang Shu's perspective, she looked like a tempting, ripe apple, making one unable to resist taking a bite.
"What opportunity? As long as the money is right, anything is negotiable."
Wang Shu said directly.
He then turned to sit in front of the computer, his fingers typing away furiously on the keyboard, distracting himself.
After all, he knew that in his current physical condition, he couldn't afford to have any other desires. The last time he drank a little too much, he almost died with a smile. Not to mention something as energy-draining as this.
"Money is definitely negotiable. However, I hope the song you write for me will be even better than Deng Xiaoqi's!"
Seeing that Wang Shu had turned away and wasn't looking at her, Zhang Bichen stood up and walked behind Wang Shu, whispering into his ear.
As a warm breeze from Zhang Bichen's words brushed past his ear, Wang Shu unconsciously felt more energized.
"The songs I write are guaranteed to be better and better. You don't need to worry about that!"
Wang Shu immediately stopped typing and turned to look at Zhang Bichen with a serious expression.
"Really? Then I want to see what kind of song you'll write for me!"
Zhang Bichen also looked at Wang Shu with anticipation. She wanted to see exactly how Wang Shu would write a song better than 'Bubble'!
As Zhang Bichen leaned forward to face Wang Shu, Wang Shu no longer dodged and stared directly at her.
"Listen, I'll sing it to you directly!
Old trees in front of the door sprout new buds
Withered trees in the yard bloom again
So many words have been held back for half a lifetime
Hidden in the white hair
..."
Wang Shu directly hummed the tear-jerking divine song from Earth, "Where Did the Time Go?".
Before he had sung more than a few lines, he heard the girl standing in front of him sobbing.
Zhang Bichen had been eagerly anticipating what kind of song Wang Shu would write for her. But after Wang Shu sang a few lines,
She was suddenly brought back to a series of past scenes deep within her memory by the lyrics.
She also suddenly thought of her parents and relatives back in her hometown.
"Little feet in memory
Chubby little mouth
Gave all her love to him in this life
Just for that one word: Mom and Dad
..."
Wang Shu continued to sing. This was exactly the effect he wanted. If he could make the buyer cry, he didn't believe she wouldn't be satisfied with this song!
"Where did the time go?
I grew old before I could properly enjoy my youth
Raising children..."
"I want this song!"
Before Wang Shu could finish singing, Zhang Bichen said, wiping away her tears.
"I haven't finished singing yet. Why don't you listen until the end?"
Wang Shu asked Zhang Bichen.
"No need. I think this song is great. I'll transfer the money to your account soon. Just give me the complete score and lyrics!"
Zhang Bichen didn't want Wang Shu to continue singing. She suspected that Wang Shu was deliberately singing this song to make her cry.