Life can be peaceful, or one should say, our lives are in constant peace waiting for the asional wave. Hence, that is the reason why we feel that our lives are not a pool of stagnant water.


    Because of waves, people will find that theke is not as smooth as a ss, only then would they cherish the peaceful life. Hong Guan felt peaceful and happy while waiting for his baby to be born. He had never experienced such a substantial moment in his life.


    Working in the garage, he would borrow an electric bike to go to the hospital at noon. Before that, he would always wipe the gasoline on his hands off. He was not afraid of being looked down upon by others, but he didn’t want his wife to know his tiring work. Of course, Hong Guan didn’t contact Li Zifeng at all, and the hospital didn’t ask him for any expenses since then.


    Jin Ziyao said that they should appreciate his brother, Cheng Yiran.


    Hong Guan told her that he was busy now and they need to look for another time. Actually, since he had signed the contract, he didn’t intend to break his words. So this ’another time’ would be a long long timeter.


    His wife said yes and they should invite Cheng Yiran because they had promised Cheng Yiran to be a godfather.


    Hong Guan smiled and said nothing. He feared that telling the truth would hurt Jin Ziyao and their baby.


    "Walking in the cold winds, the dreams are crushing and blowing away..." Hong Guan continued his small business in the noisy square at night. Although the ie was little, but Hong Guan was satisfied.


    However, he didn’t meet that young man again---ever since thest time when that young man didn’t give him any tips. Sometimes, Hong Guan couldn’t help thinking about that young man understood his songs deeply. Was that young man disappointed in his singing? Was that why he didn’te here recently? Hong Guan decided to continue to make a living here even though the man wouldn’te here again.


    The huge screen was broadcasting---an advance notice for a program. Hong Guan knew Cheng Yiran was in that program even if he didn’t look at the screen. Maybe he had been preparing for his first performance as a new star.


    ...


    "How did youe to like music?" The host was interviewing Cheng Yiran in the studio---these questions would be cut and added into the beginning of the program.


    "I loved music since I was a child." Li Zifeng had prepared the words for him.


    Due to themunication before the recording, Cheng Yiran didn’t feel nervous facing the cameras. Feiyun Entertainment invested a lot of money in this program, so the host took the interview seriously without cking... He had a deep understanding of the art ofmunication more than anyone else in this society.


    "Do you have any pressure? You are the only newbie in this program. After all, the others are all your seniors."


    "I am definitely nervous and excited." Cheng Yiran answered smoothly, "Especially since they are my favorite seniors. It would be a wonderful chance for me to sing with so many great singers."


    ...


    "Mr. Cheng, I heard that you sang at nightclubs before being discovered by Feiyun Entertainment. Is that true?"


    "Yes." Cheng Yiran nodded. This was also a prepared question. "I am grateful to mypany. I will still be a mere daydreaming kid if it wasn’t for mypany."


    "Gold always shines." The host smiled, "Don’t give up, I believe more and more young man will find their own way like you did... Mr. Cheng, thank you for your time!"


    "You’re wee."


    "Great, today we are going to the end. On the next show, we will invite..." The host gave the signal to end the program. Li Zifeng came to the studio and started chatting with the host.


    Later, he said to Cheng Yiran, "Let’s go. I made an appointment with the editor of the ’New Monday’ magazine. You need to cooperate for a written interview."


    Cheng Yiran had no time for a meal---To be exact, he just ate breakfast and little snacks without a break. The tight schedule for a new star was more than he could imagine.


    Cheng Yiran found that he hadn’t practiced guitar for two days. And more activities were waiting for him tomorrow---the only chance to practice would be the day after tomorrow when he began to record his first song.


    ...


    ...


    Poof---! The pink bubble gum burst. Then, the buble gum that had no taste left was chewed and blown into a big ball as big as a face. Thedy who was chewing the gum was looking at the huge screen. She knew quite a bit of Chinese but she did not seem able to speak Chinese. "There is also this kind of program in this country. Is it called ’Singers’? I heard that people in this country liked to ’introduce’... Yeah, they really did it."


    This program was also very popr in her country... ’My homnd. Should I go back there after finishing my task?’ She was talking to herself without caring about other people’sments. From other people’s point of view, she... was pretty strange. With white hair, she wore a ck jacket with three-quarter sleeves... which was notmon. The long pants and thigh-high boot also made her special... like a Cosyer.


    A twenty-year-olddy cosying... She was carrying a white drawing tube with a single-lens reflex camera inside.


    "There is no dead angle. Wonderful pictures..." But the sound of the shutter did not from the photographer who was biting a chicken leg but from a passer-by.


    Just as the passer-by prepared to enjoy the pictures, he found that he there was only a blurry figure in the camera.


    "That;s so strange. I have already turned on the anti-blur function..." However, the woman with white hair had disappeared.


    ...


    Miss. Maid was cleaning outside the club---this was her final work this evening. Nevertheless, she stopped when she heard someone stepping toward her.


    A strange woman with white hair emerged from the dark. She was chewing bubble gum with hands in her pocket. "Is this ce closed?"


    You Ye smiled, "Customers are always weed here."


    The bubble gum woman said, "Then, I wille in and have a look."