Volume 3 Winter Solstice Chapter 33 Granules
Guan Nuo took a sip of the Zheng Chaihu Granules, then gulped down the entire bowl of the granules. He wiped his mouth with the back of his right hand, and then handed the bowl to Guan Qingtong.
Guan Qingtong took the bowl and said, "I bought some snacks and put them on the coffee table. You can eat them when you are hungry in the evening."
"knew."
Guan Nuo watched Guan Qingtong walk out. He opened his mouth, and when the door was about to close, he called Guan Qingtong.
"mom."
Guan Qingtong turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"
Guan Nuo opened his mouth, looked out the window for a few seconds, then raised his head to look at Guan Qingtong's face, "I have never dreamed of my father."
Guan Qingtong frowned slightly.
"Maybe he can't find me?" Guan Nuo asked.
Guan Qingtong glanced outside, then walked into Guan Nuo's room again and pushed the door closed.
She said, "Don't talk nonsense! Your father was such a good man, he was reincarnated into a good family a long time ago, and he might have already entered junior high school. I don't know which little girl he is trying to deceive."
"Yeah?"
"For sure!" Guan Qingtong's tone was very affirmative.
The sound of rain increased.
Yang Xuan looked at the halo of neon lights outside the car window. After a moment, she turned her head. Jiang You was sitting on her right, looking down at his mobile phone, occasionally tapping the screen with his thumb.
"Tang Butian seems to be in a bad mood today."
"Anyone would be in a bad mood," Jiang You raised his head, "a very troublesome relative was forced in, and she had rejected him before."
"Is it Guan Nuo?" Yang Xuan asked?
"right."
"He looks fine."
"Our business is special. On his first day at work, he had just finished the formalities in the morning, and something happened during dinner," Jiang You sighed . He lowered his head to glance at the screen and tapped the lower right corner with his right thumb. "If something really happened to him, it would be a big trouble. I think Tang Xiaotian wanted to scare Guan Nuo on purpose today, so she was particularly fierce. Do you think so?"
"Is that so?" Yang Xuan moved closer to Jiang You and looked at his screen. "What are you looking at?"
"A book, Self-cultivation of Leeks," Jiang You clicked on the book's details page. "A public account recommended this book a while ago. I didn't expect that there would be an e-version so soon."
“Does it look good?”
Jiang You thought for a moment and said, "Chive dumplings, chive boxes, and chive scrambled eggs are all delicious."
"It's only 40,000 words, and it costs 20 yuan?" Yang Xuan looked at the price on the details page. "It's so expensive to read a book now. I thought I could finish the book on cultivating immortals and cooking with only 10 yuan, so I paid 10 yuan, but it was gone very quickly. I had to keep paying. How could he write so many words?"
"It's OK, a very old-fashioned and elegant way to pay."
Yang Xuan was a little confused.
"It's not like the characters are just eating Huangqiao sesame cakes while watching."
"What?" Yang Xuan was even more confused.
"You are my idol and I am your fan. This is our relationship, right?" Jiang You leaned slightly towards Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan hesitated for a moment and said, "Yes."
"I like you. I want to express my love for you, so I have to spend money and time, right? I have to buy your albums by the tens or hundreds, buy the products you endorse, buy some of your peripherals with or without copyrights, and spend time on signing in, completing tasks, maintaining an account, and using software to get a certain number of reposts..."
"Tired?"
"I'm just signing in. I'm old."
Yang Xuan turned her head.
The light from the street lamp passed across Jiang You's lenses.
"I spent so much money on you, how much of it did you get?"
Their eyes met, and Yang Xuan lowered her head. "Thousands, tens of thousands of one? Maybe?"
"But now being an idol or an internet celebrity is the fastest way to make money," Jiang You sat up, "I think you are cute, and jumping on the stage makes me happy, so I want to fulfill your wish and let you go to a bigger stage."
"I disappoint you."
"Not really. In the past, it was easy to like a singer or an actor. You would buy three records, listen to one, keep one and keep one as a backup, and that was considered a big favorite. The same goes for movies. Watching them three times was crazy. But now, fans' wonderful expectations have become a game, a game where you can become stronger as long as you spend money. The idol's path forward has been broken down into small tasks one after another. No matter whether fans are excited or abused, their desires have been distorted and then infinitely magnified."
Yang Xuan bit her lip and said, "Then don't follow me anymore."
"If businesses choose the right spokespersons, they won't have to worry about sales, and idols' values will skyrocket, but what do I buy?"
"What?" Jiang You continued to ask, "Songs that come off the assembly line, movies and TV series that don't even tell a complete story?"
"We also have to work very hard and practice for a long time..." Yang Xuan retorted weakly.
"I was renovating my yard a while ago. A renovation team came from Ning'an District every day and worked all day before going back. Their daily wages were only a few hundred yuan per person, and the price has increased a lot in recent years."
"Because idols rely on their personality, not their singing, dancing or acting skills, when they can make money, they only think about making more, and then a lot of garbage is produced, and they gradually become obscure. Fans whose pockets are emptied gradually become fans, like a carefully designed twisted trap, a manipulated inferior version of Clash of the Gods."
"Are you advising me to leave the entertainment industry?" Yang Xuan was confused.
"It's the same everywhere. Why don't you make money if you have it?"
"and you……"
"I just like watching you jumping around on the stage. There are so many traps. Sugar is also a trap. Sugar and fat mixed together, that's..." Jiang You reached out and touched Yang Xuan's hair, "I think it's worth it."
Yang Xuan 's eyes felt sore for a moment.
"Whether it's singing, dancing, or hosting a debate," Jiang You sat up straight, "find a field you like and slowly delve into it."
"Won't it be blurry this way?"
"It will still be a mess if it's supposed to be a mess."
"Is that so?"
"It's a peace of mind, I can be myself, and I can always keep eating."
"I, I try my best..."
"What do you think of the live broadcast of supernatural things?" Jiang You suddenly leaned close to Yang Xuan's ear and whispered, "I can help you catch ghosts. I can catch any kind you like, those with long tongues, those with blood coming out of their seven orifices, those wearing red skirts..."
Yang Xuan shrank towards the window on the other side, "I refuse!"
"Really, this character is unique, you will never collapse."
"don't want!"
The taxi stopped at Jiumei Plaza.
After getting off the car, Yang Xuan opened a small flower umbrella.
Raindrops fell on the umbrella and then slid to the ground.
"Shall we go buy a down jacket first?" Yang Xuan glanced at Jiang You who was trying hard to squeeze under the umbrella.
"No, I'm not cold." Jiang You refused.
"I think you're shaking."
"I'm getting fever from micro-exercises."
