Chapter 24: A Little Story After The Rain
“God: I can fulfill five wishes for you
Me: I want to become Yu Wei.
God: You’ve already made five wishes
Me: ?
God: Appearance, intelligence, stamina, high emotional intelligence, charm.”
Xiao Hei Zi’s new chapter review came late but arrived. Yu Wei didn’t know where she copied the joke from. It was obviously a template at a glance, but it sounded pretty comfortable.
He even wanted to show this paragraph to those two people. This was real sucking up. At least it could make people laugh instead of feeling awkward.
Of course, it might also be that Yu Wei was too biased. He really treated the reader as one of his own…
“When will the new song be released? Looking forward to it.”
Qi Luo An understood as soon as she saw the new chapter. Yu Wei had already written the song and casually excerpted two lines into the novel.
She still quite liked listening to Yu Wei’s songs. Although ordinary people didn’t have much artistic talent, they could still feel if it sounded good or caught the ear.
She looped “Heart Wall” as a single for hours without getting tired, but she couldn’t even listen to Qi Yuan’s songs once…
Of course, it might also be that Qi Luo An was too biased. She really treated Yu Wei as one of her own.
“You should be able to hear it after the program airs, about a month or so?”
The program team specially arranged a bonfire party before Yu Wei left. He planned to sing this new song then.
Although comment section readers said the heat from the previous song hadn’t faded, by the time the program officially aired, it would probably have been over a month.
Variety shows are basically recorded four or five episodes in advance. The staff aren’t made of iron either. Editing, post-production, special effects, previews, promotion—which one doesn’t take time?
In entertainment novels, recording one day and airing two days later is purely treating post-production like it’s done by Japanese people. With so much material, not to mention editing, even selecting, arranging, and sorting takes more than three days.
Anyone paying a little attention knows that while you’re watching the first episode air, the program team is already recording the fifth episode, and the filming location for the sixth is already selected.
Live variety shows are even more wishful thinking. Competitive ones like “Singer” can do live broadcasts because the competition process is short and more competitive.
But reality shows have too much filler time. Take now for example—doing a live broadcast to let the audience watch stars cook for an hour?
This is the fast-paced era. There aren’t many viewers who will stick around for long live streams anyway, and those with free time don’t have that patience.
The entertainment industry can’t go against the times. People who browse videos definitely outnumber those who watch live broadcasts.
Honestly, reality show live streams only exist in entertainment novels. Not only is the operational difficulty high, but the risk and revenue are completely disproportionate. It’s thankless work.
But as an author, Yu Wei knew why it was written that way. First, it was convenient to create conflict—netizens questioning in the live chat allows the protagonist to show off big.
Second, writing live streams is really convenient for padding word count. Just make up a few lines of netizen dialogue and you can pad a page. How could an author not write it…
“You’re recording a variety show?”
Qi Luo An keenly caught this detail. She was quite curious about how variety show recording actually worked, but she’d never asked her brother.
If you don’t know a question, would you ask the most pretentious and arrogant top student in class? Qi Yuan was that kind of person.
“Yeah, ‘HELLO Roommate’ episode seven.”
It could only be said that everyone has some desire to share. Some people like posting to Moments, but Yu Wei often shared complaints with netizens.
Because there’s no real-life connection, he could share his life without restraint.
He still quite liked this program. At first it felt a bit boring, but once he got used to it, the feeling of living under the same roof with friends was actually quite interesting.
This made Yu Wei think of the core selling point of “Love Apartment”: best friends by your side, loved one on the opposite side.
Actually, the essence of this variety show was similar—busy and bustling, yet able to gather together and chat.
He subconsciously wanted to share some fun program incidents, but An Shi Le dropped a bombshell, saying they knew several guests.
“Little Deer Sister, Leying Sister, I know Meng Lei. Not too familiar with the others.”
Qi Luo An really didn’t chase stars and even had an indescribable aversion to the entertainment industry, but she had been forced to hear a lot about these topics.
She even read entertainment novels to break her preconceived notions about the entertainment industry. How to put it—the novels were really more entertaining than the entertainment industry.
Yu Wei felt a bit relieved seeing the message. No wonder they got his contact info—this tone sounded like an entertainment industry crown prince.
He wanted to chat more, but then a disturbance came from downstairs. Looking up, several wet marks had appeared on the window at some unknown time.
Unnoticed, the wet marks had connected into patches. The fine rain sounds gradually covered his ears, softly drowning out the monotonous noisy conversation.
It was raining?
Yu Wei followed the sound downstairs and then noticed the source of the noise. The heavy rain came suddenly, and the program team staff had retreated to the small dwelling to avoid it.
People were fine, but the machines couldn’t get wet…
He had just gone downstairs when Fei Hong rushed out with two umbrellas. The other guests were still there, but Zhou Mumu was out walking the dog and hadn’t returned.
This guy was truly warm-hearted. While others were still gauging the situation, he had already rushed out. A real good guy.
“Fei Hong, go check nearby Chunting Park.”
Yu Wei remembered that a few days ago while walking the dog together, Zhou Mumu told him she especially liked strolling there.
Coconut Milk also liked that big banyan tree in the park. Last time it broke free from the leash and ran around the tree for ten laps—the cameraman had something to say about that…
“Got it.”
Fei Hong’s actions were lightning fast. Sharp eyes could tell this wasn’t showboating—he was clearly really anxious.
Yu Wei looked at the distant rain curtain and involuntarily thought of someone.
Xiao Jingteng called?
“Too bad, your farewell gala probably has to be canceled.”
Chi Leying seemed to have gotten caught in the rain too. Mud spots stood out on her pear-flower yellow skirt, and her bangs were wet, messily stuck to her face.
Compared to her usual meticulous preparation at all times, Chi Leying at this moment had more authenticity, natural and vivid.
Maybe because she knew Yu Wei was leaving tomorrow, she no longer probed cautiously but genuinely felt some pre-departure sentiment.
“No problem. Even if you don’t see me off, I still have to go.”
Yu Wei didn’t mind. He really couldn’t adapt to bonfire parties and such. This was actually pretty good.
Singing didn’t need a big scene. Even in a room, sitting around the sofa, the singing would still linger in the small space.
Besides, rainy days were actually more suitable for this song of his…
While talking, two familiar figures appeared in the distance. Yu Wei looked up and felt this scene was somewhat romantic.
In the rain, the tall boy held the little dog and smiled down, the petite girl tiptoed to hold an umbrella for him. Two people, two umbrellas, cuddling forward in the hazy rain curtain.
Due to the height difference, they were both basically soaked. Probably only the Samoyed in his arms, looking confused, stayed dry.
At first glance, they looked like a family of three.
In the pattering rain, heartbeats drowned out everything.
Yu Wei watched Fei Hong and Zhou Mumu approach from afar, but he always felt like he had witnessed something extraordinary…
He had just thought Fei Hong was simply warm-hearted. Was it possible this guy was just anxious?
Both were child stars—maybe they knew each other before.
Sharp eyes could tell these two definitely had something going on. Probably some wonderful post-rain little story happened in the process.
Interesting. Note it down as novel material.
