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Chapter 36: Brother, you’re famous.
Lin Yanran followed the boss to a room in the back.
Upon entering, the other person pointed to the guzheng in the room and said to Lin Yanran, “Try this one.”
“Okay.”
Lin Yanran didn’t say much. He sat down and began to adjust the stand and the strings.
The boss sat opposite Lin Yanran, casually picked up a small teacup, and slowly sipped his tea.
This was the most basic skill a musician needed, so he didn’t find it surprising at all.
A moment later, Lin Yanran looked at the boss. “Do you have some clean water?”
The boss put down his teacup and lazily called the back office.
Soon after, a young woman dressed in Hanfu arrived with a copper basin of warm water.
Lin Yanran immediately got up, stretched out his hands, and washed the dust off them in the basin.
He remembered that the first time he encountered the guzheng, his grandmother told him that playing the guzheng was a very elegant activity. In ancient times, before playing the guzheng, people would burn incense, wash their faces, and change their clothes to show their respect for it.
Although modern times do not require such complexity, playing the guzheng still demands solemnity.
In addition to having neat clothes and appearance, one must also first wash one’s hands clean.
Although the things his grandmother had taught him were from a long time ago, they had always been imprinted in his memory.
So, just like when he was a child, he solemnly and thoroughly washed his hands, inside and out, until they were spotless.
Afterward, he dried them with a clean white cloth before sitting back down in his original spot.
The boss silently watched everything Lin Yanran had just done. Although his expression showed nothing, he had already begun to feel a degree of approval for him in his heart.
At least for now, his attitude toward playing the guzheng was very reverent.
Inside the elegant, classical room, a faint scent of sandalwood permeated the air.
Lin Yanran closed his eyes. After his vitality had settled, he began to recall the music scores he had played before.
After selecting the classic piece, “High Mountains and Flowing Water,” he opened his eyes.
Lin Yanran lowered his gaze and played the guzheng.
The artificial nail picks slowly glided over the strings, and the ancient charm instantly filled the antique room.
The beautiful guzheng music was like a secluded orchid in the valley or like babbling, flowing water.
The boss, who had been focused on tasting his tea, paused the movement of his hands, his eyes revealing uncontrollable delight.
*
Gao Zitai and his accompanying PD waited outside, bored, for almost twenty minutes. Seeing that Lin Yanran still hadn’t come out, he couldn’t help but complain incessantly.
“What’s with all the secrecy? Can he even do it? If he doesn’t come out soon, I’m going to find a job myself…”
Although he said that, his gaze was constantly fixed on the corridor leading to the inner room.
After looking about a hundred or so times, he finally spotted the boss and Lin Yanran’s accompanying PD at the end of the corridor.
Upon realizing they were coming out, Gao Zitai quickly walked in that direction.
Because of the angle, the figures of the boss and the accompanying PD overlapped slightly, completely blocking Lin Yanran, who was walking behind them.
It wasn’t until Gao Zitai converged with them that he was startled to notice that Lin Yanran had changed his attire!
The person in front of him was dressed in a flowing white gown; his long black hair, tied high with a white silk ribbon, gently fluttered in the breeze.
The young man had bright, clear eyes and skin as fair as snow, like an unsullied immortal who had descended into the human world.
Such peerless grace.
Lin Yanran’s attire completely stunned Gao Zitai.
He had secretly observed Lin Yanran when they shared a room last night.
Even then, he had been somewhat shaken by Lin Yanran’s looks.
But the lighting was dim late at night, and he was too embarrassed to stare closely at his face, so all he had in his mind was a vague, beautiful image of the other person.
But now, suddenly seeing the other person’s appearance, which was like a banished immortal, coupled with his unique and elegant demeanor, Gao Zitai found himself utterly blown away by the surprise…
“You… why did you change your clothes?”
Perhaps due to the sudden aesthetic shock, Gao Zitai’s mind was buzzing for several seconds.
When he finally gathered his thoughts, his speech and reactions were still a bit out of sync.
Seeing that Gao Zitai had actually taken the initiative to come over, Lin Yanran placed a set of clothes, which was in the hands of the young lady in Hanfu behind him, into Gao Zitai’s hands.
“I’m going to play the guzheng. I also found you a job here, by the way.”
Gao Zitai found the traditional Chinese clothing in his hands familiar, but he couldn’t recall where he had seen it before.
However, he didn’t have time to dwell on that now.
Clutching the clothes, he looked at Lin Yanran in surprise. “You actually know how to play the guzheng?”
He had clearly heard the conversation between the boss and Lin Yanran earlier.
The boss put on a lot of air, implying throughout the conversation that their restaurant had very high requirements for guzheng players and that people without real talent wouldn’t be given a chance to perform on stage.
But now… Lin Yanran was saying he was going to play the guzheng!
Didn’t that mean that this aloof and sophisticated boss had also approved of Lin Yanran’s guzheng skills??
Gao Zitai’s eyes widened.
No way, no way…
Is Yanran that multi-talented?
Lin Yanran nodded, not dwelling on the matter. Instead, he was focused on completing the mission for the program and urged Gao Zitai to quickly go and start his job.
“Go change your clothes quickly. Your job is paid by the hour.”
An inch of time is an inch of gold; time is money, and wasting a minute is a desecration of money!
After saying this, Lin Yanran nodded to the young lady in Hanfu behind him. “Miss, could you please train him first?”
The young lady smiled sweetly. “No problem.”
After everything was arranged, Lin Yanran immediately left the spot, leaving Gao Zitai standing alone, dumbfounded.
“Hey, handsome man, aren’t you going to change your clothes? It’s almost noon, and a large number of guests will be arriving soon.”
Seeing the young lady urge him, Gao Zitai was too embarrassed to delay any further.
It was unrealistic for him to go out and find a job himself since he didn’t speak the language and didn’t know the way.
Since Lin Yanran had solved his employment problem, there was no reason not to accept a job that had fallen into his lap.
Gao Zitai quickly nodded. “Alright.”
After hastily finding the changing room and coming out in his new clothes, Gao Zitai suddenly realized that he had indeed gotten a job, but…
What was he supposed to do next?
“Miss, what am I supposed to do now?”
He thought about Lin Yanran going up to play the guzheng, and he himself was a singer-songwriter…
So, he asked, “Don’t tell me I’m supposed to be a backup dancer???”
The young lady covered her mouth and chuckled. “Not at all. You’ll be the greeter at the door. Come, I’ll teach you.”
So, ten minutes later, Gao Zitai stood among the large welcoming team at the entrance, looking utterly constipated.
Just then, a pair of young French lovers arrived at the door. Gao Zitai quickly composed himself and forced a big, brilliant smile.
“Welcome, honored guests. Please come in~~~~~~~”
Gao Zitai said this awkwardly.
No wonder he had felt the clothes he was wearing were familiar—they were what the greeters wore…
It really showed that you couldn’t get by without a bit of real talent when you were out and about.
The biting cold wind swept in through the entrance, and Gao Zitai, wearing only thin traditional Chinese clothing, hunched his shoulders from the cold.
He suddenly regretted not having his parents teach him the Guzheng or Pipa when he was little. Otherwise, he could be playing the guzheng inside, with the air conditioning on, just like Yanran!
Thinking this, Gao Zitai couldn’t help but think of Lin Yanran again.
His hearing was quite sensitive. Although it was noisy outside, he could clearly hear the music being played inside.
He heard the erhu, dizi, and pipa, but he still hadn’t heard the guzheng.
With a growing sense of expectation, Gao Zitai couldn’t help but crane his neck to look at the stage inside.
He’d been stalling for so long; why hadn’t Yanran started playing yet?
The young couple Gao Zitai had just greeted were Harold and his new girlfriend.
Harold, who was personally very interested in Chinese culture and classical Chinese instruments, had become a regular customer after accidentally visiting this Chinese-style-themed restaurant.
He recently got a girlfriend, so to show his seriousness and how much he cherished her, he brought his lovely girlfriend here for their first formal date.
It was the girlfriend’s first time at this kind of themed restaurant. She was fascinated by every little detail here. After sitting down with Harold in a central, slightly rear position, her gaze was drawn to the instrument performance on the center stage.
Harold, having been here many times, was over the novelty. He sat down and started ordering skillfully without even looking up.
“This place is so beautiful, and I didn’t expect there to be a performance…”
The girlfriend usually didn’t know much about Chinese culture. Seeing the beautiful costumes and mysterious instruments on the stage, she became genuinely excited.
Harold nodded. “Yes, their traditional instrumental performance is a specialty of the restaurant. The performers here are very professional.”
Then, Harold heard the familiar sound of the pipa and said with a slight regret, “They used to have a guzheng player here whose skill was exceptionally good, better than everyone else, but it’s a pity they don’t perform anymore.”
It was precisely because of this that Harold felt the restaurant had lost some of its allure to him, and he hadn’t been back to eat for almost three months.
Even though Harold’s girlfriend didn’t know much about Chinese culture, she recognized the guzheng because she had recently watched a few guzheng videos on YouTube.
Hearing her boyfriend mention it, she pointed to the stage in confusion. “Isn’t there a guzheng player up there?”
As soon as the words left her mouth, she covered her mouth and let out a small gasp.
“Oh my gosh, he’s so beautiful…”
“What?” Harold, who was focused on ordering, completely missed what his girlfriend said.
Just as he looked up to ask further, a familiar and melodious guzheng sound entered his ears.
Bright and resonant, yet ancient and subtle.
Someone was playing the guzheng!
Harold thought the boss had invited the guzheng player back, so he looked up at the center of the stage.
A young man in white had appeared on the stage at some point. His long, slender fingers were slowly sweeping across the strings, and then he lowered his head to adjust them, clearly tuning the instrument.
Harold’s mood instantly dropped back to the bottom.
It turned out to be a new guzheng player.
After the previous player left, the boss had replaced him a few times, but the customers were used to the former one and didn’t take to the new ones, so the Guzheng segment was later canceled.
Harold didn’t understand why the boss was so stubborn, trying again with a new guzheng player after the previous bad feedback.
Was he preparing for the new player to be complained about and leave again?
“Ah, he really is so handsome… He’s sitting down. Is he about to start playing? Wow, that posture feels so… what’s the word? Ethereal?”
Harold was momentarily distracted but heard his girlfriend opposite him continuously praising the new guzheng player.
“Is he that exaggerated? You don’t know; the previous guzheng player’s demeanor was truly…”
Before Harold could finish his sentence, he saw the new guzheng player on the stage raise his head, and he finally saw the person’s face clearly.
His features were clear and handsome, and his looks were absolutely stunning.
Dressed in flowing white, his demeanor was refined and scholarly.
In terms of temperament, posture, and appearance, this person completely eclipsed the previous guzheng player whom he had been so fond of.
Harold’s voice caught for several seconds. Being a complete connoisseur of beauty, he couldn’t possibly lie with his eyes wide open, so he admitted, “Alright, he is indeed very handsome; you’re right.”
After Harold spoke, he saw Lin Yanran take the posture for playing the guzheng. As if by an irresistible impulse, he quickly pulled out the video camera he carried with him.
He leaned slightly forward, constantly adjusting his posture until the lens was finally fixed at the perfect shooting angle.
It was as if the rhythm was synchronized with his movements.
Just as he finished adjusting the camera, the young man in white on the stage began to play.
His slender fingers swept across the strings, and a gentle, antique-style prelude sounded amidst the noise, like a clear mountain spring, a babbling stream, instantly capturing Harold’s attention.
Harold looked at the young man on the stage in disbelief, a hint of delight flashing across his face.
This guzheng music…
It was absolutely the best live version he had ever heard!
Harold suppressed the excitement in his heart, his eyes fixed intently on the performer.
The lingering guzheng music was light and scattered, soft and gentle, flowing like water and lingering in the air.
Harold listened carefully to every note and suddenly found the rhythm incredibly familiar.
“It’s ‘Farewell’!”
“Farewell” was the theme song of a tragic movie from three years ago.
Due to the movie’s massive popularity worldwide, this warm and emotional song of parting also instantly became a global hit.
When the prelude began, because it was played on the guzheng, and because Lin Yanran had rearranged this originally modern piece to sound full of ancient charm, most of the guests didn’t immediately recognize it.
But after a few seconds, as the music deepened, everyone was pleasantly surprised.
It was Farewell!
It must be said that foreigners are more receptive to songs they are familiar with than to unfamiliar, traditional guzheng masterpieces.
Especially for a popular, well-known hit like this, Harold was immediately captivated as soon as he recognized the melody.
Not only Harold, but guests at other tables also stopped eating and looked up in surprise at Lin Yanran on the stage.
Everyone present had probably heard countless performance versions of this song.
Piano, violin, cello, guitar…
Every version had no shortage of excellent interpretations.
However, none of them could claim to have ever heard a guzheng performance of it!
This was a truly delightful and unexpected surprise!!!
Farewell was a song Harold loved very much. He never dreamed that one day someone would play it on his favorite instrument, the guzheng!
Moreover, the fusion between this traditional classical instrument and modern pop music was played with such a distinctive flavor!
Did he arrange it himself? He was too talented!
After the gentle prelude of the song passed, Lin Yanran’s guzheng music suddenly shifted, and the movement of his hands instantly accelerated.
He lowered his head, concentrating on the guzheng, his fingers flying, his long sleeves fluttering, and the strings being plucked and moved rapidly.
The originally slow and soft melody immediately became more intricate and intense.
He played the climax of Farewell like jade shattered on Mount Kunshan or hibiscus weeping dew, as described in classic poetry.
The lingering sounds of the strings were melodious and stirring.
Following the rhythm of the Guzheng, Harold’s heart also began to pound rapidly.
His girlfriend opposite him was already speechless with astonishment.
Her mouth was slightly open, her hands clasped together, and she looked at Lin Yanran with reverence and concentration, not daring to blink.
Lin Yanran played three songs consecutively.
When the last note fell, the originally noisy restaurant was silent.
The guzheng’s lingering sound had not yet dispersed. Lin Yanran extended his hands to gently press down on the strings.
He stood up, lowered his gaze, and meticulously tidied his sleeves and hem before politely bowing with cupped hands to the audience.
It was only then that the dining guests below snapped out of their trance, and then thunderous applause erupted in the quiet hall.
Some people even shouted, hoping Lin Yanran would play another song.
“Oh my god, oh my god, how can he be so amazing? I absolutely love this performance.”
Harold’s girlfriend was already jumping up in excitement.
She raised her hands high, giving Lin Yanran her most enthusiastic applause.
“I love it too!”
Harold couldn’t help but clap his hands together vigorously, making a loud sound.
This was the most perfect Guzheng performance he had ever seen, bar none!!!
At this moment, he had completely forgotten about the previous guzheng player; his eyes, heart, and mind were all filled with the image of this new performer.
Watching the guzheng player leave the stage, Harold quickly put away his camera.
He was very glad that he had been clever enough to turn on his camera to record the performance, which he could watch repeatedly for a long time!
“Hold this for me; I’ll be right back.”
After carefully handing the camera to his girlfriend, Harold pulled out a small notebook and a pen from his pocket as he ran towards the backstage.
He was a writer who often carried paper and pen to jot down inspiration for his work.
Now in full fanboy mode, Harold chased after Lin Yanran to the backstage area.
“Hello… you romantic and handsome guzheng player.”
Harold blocked Lin Yanran’s path, his eyes intense and hopeful.
Lin Yanran looked at him in confusion but still smiled politely. “Hello.”
Harold had been sitting quite far away, and his attention had been mostly on Lin Yanran’s hands, so he had overlooked his face, only perceiving him as having an ethereal look.
Now, being able to interact with the real Lin Yanran so closely, Harold was even more captivated by his exquisite features.
Unable to contain his excitement, he explained his intention to Lin Yanran.
He spent about three minutes lavishing Lin Yanran with exaggerated compliments to his face.
Once he felt the words he used were sufficient to convey his admiration for Lin Yanran, Harold finally handed the pen and paper to Lin Yanran.
“Could I trouble you for an autograph?”
Lin Yanran, who was only there to work and complete a program task, looked at the other person with confusion.
“An autograph?”
This was the first time someone had ever asked him for an autograph, and from an international friend no less.
To be honest, Lin Yanran was a bit surprised.
Harold thought Lin Yanran hadn’t understood his request, so he continued to explain, “Yes, yes, to be honest, I was completely won over by your superb guzheng skills just now and am deeply captivated. I am your fan. Could I please trouble you to sign this for me?”
Lin Yanran had just listened to countless compliments from the man.
To be so dramatically praised face-to-face by such a tall and robust man, he felt a little embarrassed.
“Of course.”
Lin Yanran lowered his gaze, revealing a section of his fair, slender wrist from his long sleeve, and then wrote his name in Harold’s notebook.
Although Harold was fascinated by Chinese culture and was currently learning Chinese characters, he only recognized simple ones and didn’t know Lin Yanran’s name.
“Um…” Harold felt a little awkward. “Could I ask how these two characters are pronounced?”
“Yan Ran.” Lin Yanran taught Harold the pronunciation in Chinese.
Then, feeling that might not be enough, he said in a mix of Chinese and French, “Je m’appelle Yanran.” (My name is Yanran.)
Harold softly repeated the name.
Although he didn’t know what it meant, he thought the two characters sounded particularly pleasing.
*
To maintain a sense of mystery, the restaurant’s star performance was limited to just three songs.
So, after the performance, Lin Yanran went to collect his wages from the boss.
The boss was very satisfied with the day’s performance and generously paid him a high price.
It was 500 yuan per song, earning him a total of 1500 yuan for the three songs.
Gao Zitai, benefiting from his association with Lin Yanran, also received a significant reward of 200 yuan for only working as a greeter for the afternoon.
Before Lin Yanran left, the boss had actually sought him out secretly and offered him a monthly salary of 100,000 yuan, attempting to keep him.
“All the guests were mesmerized by your guzheng playing today. Are you sure you don’t want to consider staying with us?”
The reason the boss dared to say this was because he assumed Lin Yanran and Gao Zitai were minor internet celebrities or video bloggers.
After all, his restaurant was quite unique, and many internet celebrities and bloggers often came with people carrying cameras to film, just like the two of them. He had encountered it so many times that he was numb to it.
The boss had actually considered if Lin Yanran was a celebrity because of his looks.
But since he had been abroad for a long time and there was an information gap with the domestic scene, he searched for the current crop of popular stars and didn’t find anyone matching him, so he dismissed the idea.
“If you are a video blogger, I think this monthly salary should be more than what you earn from filming videos. Plus, our salary will keep increasing, and guests here will also give you tips. You only work a maximum of two hours every day at noon and in the evening. It’s a great deal.”
The boss was truly reluctant to let him go and was still trying to persuade Lin Yanran even as he was leaving.
Today, Gao Zitai, who had once again benefitted from someone else’s success, felt an inexplicable surge of satisfaction when he saw the boss—who had been so aloof, demanding, and highly critical when they first met this morning—now humbly trying to persuade Lin Yanran to stay.
He stood between the boss and Lin Yanran and pointed to the camera. “I’m sorry, he’s just a temporary guest for one episode of a show. He’s going back home tomorrow.”
The boss was shocked. “He’s actually a celebrity?”
Did he search incorrectly? Or is the aesthetic standard in China too low now? How could such an outstanding artist not be famous?
Gao Zitai nodded. “Thank you, Boss!”
After speaking, he quickly pulled Lin Yanran away, worried that the boss would try to persuade him to stay and play the guzheng again.
The production team, guessing that the two of them might not be able to complete the work assignment in a foreign country, hadn’t set any other requirements for them.
So, after returning to the villa with their wages, the two discovered that the other guests had not yet returned.
Gao Zitai leaned in next to the director and watched the other four guests still working hard through the main control screen.
Ye An, the museum docent, was guiding guests round after round, his throat dry from explaining, too busy to even drink water.
Fu Anqi, the seemingly most relaxed cat sitter, was not only scooping litter but also bathing, feeding, and massaging the cats… She was completely overwhelmed.
Cao Zhengpeng’s job as a street cleaner was literally what it sounded like.
Gao Zitai felt suffocated just by looking at it.
And the always pampered goddess, Sun Yuetong, was drenched in sweat from moving things around in the middle of winter…
Seeing the miserable state of the others, Gao Zitai finally realized how lucky he was.
Although he stood in the cold wind for an entire afternoon, all he had to do was say “Welcome,” which was incredibly simple…
But if he had been given any of the other people’s jobs, this young man, who had never experienced the harsh realities of society, would have surely broken down long ago.
Gao Zitai looked at Lin Yanran beside him and, for the first time, honestly admitted that his judgement had been wrong!
This person wasn’t as annoying as he had imagined when first meeting him.
He even tried to convince himself to fully accept Lin Yanran and began to brainwash himself.
Someone with Yanran’s personality probably wouldn’t go out of their way to provoke people.
Therefore, the past conflict with his idol was probably, possibly, and likely a misunderstanding!
He’d just find a chance to clear it up later!
In the evening, when the other four guests returned after finishing their work, this episode of the show was officially wrapped up.
Although they had been badly tricked by the production team, as the moment of parting approached, a sense of reluctance arose among them.
“Come on, let’s all exchange WeChat details.”
Sun Yuetong’s suggestion was unanimously approved by everyone.
After everyone had added each other on WeChat, Gao Zitai, Ye An, and Fu Anqi all opened Weibo and proactively followed Lin Yanran.
Due to scheduling conflicts, Lin Yanran’s plane ticket had been booked earlier than the other guests’, so he packed his luggage and left that same evening.
The few people in the villa were very reluctant to see Lin Yanran leave with his suitcase.
Fu Anqi, hugging a cushion on the sofa, looked a little sad. “Brother Yanran, are you really not coming back for the next episode? I’m going to miss you so much.”
With no cameras rolling now, the guests were more candid. Cao Zhengpeng directly voiced his true feelings. “I wish you were a permanent cast member…”
Ye An and Gao Zitai nodded in agreement.
Lin Yanran smiled at them. “It’s alright, it’s alright. We’ll meet again.”
Sun Yuetong suggested, “You can probably come back as a special guest in the future, right?”
Upon hearing Sun Yuetong’s words, the other guests all turned to look at the director, Zhang Shanfeng.
Zhang Shanfeng felt his scalp tingle from the scrutiny and immediately made an “OK” gesture, showing he understood.
“Yes, you can, you can. Don’t worry, don’t worry.”
After Lin Yanran left, Gao Zitai casually noticed Ye An next to him.
“Your acne has actually cleared up? That fast?”
Ye An shook the chrysanthemum tea in his thermos cup. “I told you chrysanthemum tea is good for reducing internal heat. Why didn’t you drink it this morning?”
Gao Zitai immediately regretted it when he thought of the tea Lin Yanran had specifically made for him this morning.
If he had been obedient and drunk it this morning, his mouth wouldn’t be hurting now!
Gao Zitai, once again admitting he was wrong, quickly asked Ye An, “Do you have any more? Give me some!”
Ye An spread his hands. “No, only Yanran has some.”
Gao Zitai: …
*
Lin Yanran’s flight was a journey of over ten hours.
Although the past two days of filming were not as exhausting as Almighty Showdown, the overall experience wasn’t easy.
Especially since he had painted so much yesterday and played the guzheng continuously today, his right wrist and arm were actually quite sore.
Feeling somewhat fatigued, Lin Yanran originally intended to massage his right hand, but he fell asleep just a few minutes after closing his eyes.
He slept soundly. When he woke up again, the plane was just about to land.
After getting off the plane, Lin Yanran turned on his phone and found that the new friends he had made had all sent him messages.
After replying to them one by one, Lin Yanran saw that the message at the very bottom was from Gu Siye.
Gu Siye: What time is your flight tomorrow?
Gu Siye: I’m at the airport, too. Want to go back together?
In addition to these two messages, the other person had sent him a few more earlier.
But because his phone had been confiscated and turned off by the production team for the past few days, he couldn’t contact anyone else or see their messages.
Furthermore, he had left in a rush yesterday, so he didn’t know that Gu Siye had planned to pick him up.
It was rude not to reply after so long. Seeing these WeChat messages, he immediately called the other person.
“Yanran.”
With the phone pressed to his ear, the man’s deep voice sounded.
“Brother Gu.”
As he spoke, Lin Yanran realized that his voice was a little hoarse from not speaking for a long time and from having just woken up.
Gu Siye on the other end of the phone immediately noticed the difference and asked him, “Do you have a cold?”
“I don’t think so.” Lin Yanran walked out, dragging his luggage, and shifted the topic to what he wanted to say. “I was asleep earlier and didn’t see your WeChat messages. I’ve already gotten off the plane. You don’t need to pick me up; I can just take a taxi back.”
He wasn’t signed to an agency and was still relying on taxis to get around.
Gu Siye gave a faint “Mm,” and after a few seconds, he said, “I’m at Exit T2. Just come straight out.”
Lin Yanran was a little surprised. Was he already at the airport?
What a coincidence; had he just gotten off a plane too?
Knowing that Gu Siye was waiting for him, Lin Yanran quickly put on his mask and scarf.
Fortunately, his fan base was not huge yet, and no one had sold his flight information, so he didn’t encounter any fans at the airport.
Lin Yanran found the car directly based on the vehicle information Gu Siye had given him.
There was no driver in the driver’s seat, but Gu Siye, wearing a hat and a mask.
He gestured to Lin Yanran, indicating for him to sit in the passenger seat.
The car’s heater was running high. Lin Yanran immediately took off the scarf around his neck after getting in the car and then unzipped his thick down jacket. “Brother Gu, did you just get off a plane too?”
Gu Siye nodded. “Mm.”
Then he added, “It was on my way.”
“Where is Brother Zhong?”
“He had to leave earlier.”
Seeing that Gu Siye had already started the car, Lin Yanran didn’t ask any more questions and proceeded to take off the hat he hadn’t removed yet.
The two chatted for a few minutes. When they stopped at a traffic light, Gu Siye parked the car, casually leaned against the steering wheel, turned, and suddenly asked Lin Yanran.
“Did you make any good friends these past few days?”
The sudden change of topic was a bit strange. Lin Yanran nodded in surprise. “Yes, the guests on the show are all very nice.”
Gu Siye curved his lips into a smile, gave a faint “Mm,” and then didn’t ask any more program-related questions.
Although Gu Siye said it was on his way, Lin Yanran felt it was inappropriate to just take the ride for free. After briefly catching up with the other person, he planned to invite him to his house for a meal to thank him.
Just as he was about to speak, Yingying called him.
“Brother, your phone is finally reachable!”
Seeing Yingying’s frantic tone, Lin Yanran immediately asked her, “What’s wrong?”
“You’ve gone viral on the international web!!!”
Lin Yanran was a little confused. “What do you mean? What web has gone viral??”
Yingying controlled her voice, which was trembling slightly from excitement, cleared her throat, and then spoke.
This time, she slowed down her speech. “It’s about you playing the Guzheng on the show. Someone recorded a video of you playing and posted it on the international web. It unexpectedly went completely viral overnight, and now the views are almost at thirty million!”
While talking, Yingying couldn’t help but refresh the page on another phone.
In just that short while, it had already surpassed thirty million views!!!
And it was trending on the website’s hot search list!
After checking the view count, Yingying looked at her notepad and counted the dense notes of various contacts.
“Advertisers, program producers, and a few management companies are all going crazy trying to find you! Brother, check it out quickly!”
Lin Yanran hung up Yingying’s call with a head full of question marks.
He just finished recording the show and slept. How did a video with thirty million views suddenly pop up?
