Chapter 19: Hearing The Sound Of Tears, Entering The Woods To Seek Pear Blossoms White, Only Finding A Row Of Moss
Yu Wei’s room has two cameras, one on the roof shooting wide-angle, one next to the desk shooting close-up. Actually, both cameras can capture him writing…
The actions can be captured, but the specific content definitely can’t be seen clearly, only that he’s constantly typing away next to the computer.
He won’t deliberately avoid the camera, because it’s not a big deal, but having two people standing nearby is a completely different story.
Tong Yulu and Chi Leying stand on either side of the desk, their gazes meeting with a vibe of “you don’t leave, I don’t leave”—either leave together or watch together…
Why are they all crowding over to him one by one?
Yu Wei isn’t some heartthrob, and the entertainment industry isn’t short on good-looking faces.
If it’s about talent, it’s not to that extent either. His current one song doesn’t show much, so they’re mainly here for two things.
First, to satisfy curiosity. He appeared on the program but didn’t show his face or anything, so other colleagues naturally can’t figure it out.
Second, for program effect.
Although HELLO Roommate films tenants’ daily life, you can’t really just have daily life only, otherwise after a few episodes it gets too bland, and the audience won’t stick around.
Don’t think just because they’re just showing up briefly, once they do, the program’s main perspective changes, the variety show has something to film, and the audience gets to see something different.
It’s easy to imagine, when the program airs to this point, the audience will definitely be curious about what Yu Wei is doing…
For them, this is also a prime opportunity to boost their sense of presence, way more fun than doing monotonous work downstairs—bringing the audience up to “uncover the mystery” is definitely more interesting.
In the entertainment industry, what personal charm is there? Ever since Yu Wei came here, the reason he’s getting attention is just that it’s profitable.
Real female stars aren’t that easy to flirt with. Can the protagonist just say a couple witty lines and make their eyes sparkle with delight?
Do they really think others haven’t seen the world…
Slight talent is one thing, being red-hot is another, program effect is the third, and maybe a bit of that rare curiosity.
Yu Wei knows exactly why they’re here. As the one being disturbed, he’s naturally quite annoyed.
But from the perspective of an onlooker gossiping, compared to those innocent little white flowers who believe whatever is said, these scheming ones with their methods are the most likely to emerge unstained from the mud.
Because they know exactly what they want and what matters more to them…
“If you don’t leave soon, I’m gonna have to go.”
Recognition is recognition, but the order to leave still has to be given. His readers waiting hungrily for updates are still waiting, and anything disrupting his writing is a nuisance.
“Then, it won’t affect you continuing to create.”
Clearly, Tong Yulu heard Yu Wei’s words just now. Probably Chi Leying had just gone upstairs when she followed right after and eavesdropped outside the door.
The two women tactfully retreated. Everything has a limit—sticking around shamelessly would backfire, and the audience wouldn’t like it.
They’re all old schemers. In comparison, Yu Wei this failure seems more like an honest kid—at least he really writes without slacking.
Speaking of readers, ever since Yu Wei asked that day “Will you keep reading?”, that little hater reader hasn’t replied to him again.
He also doesn’t know what’s wrong with that sentence…
But Yu Wei didn’t ask further. He just wants a loyal reader, not to be a simp—no need to proactively ask.
“Which song to write this time?”
The rhythm of entertainment novels really tests the author’s foundation. Good connection between instances and daily antics means balanced nutrition; poor connection means starving one minute, stuffed the next.
Among them, the daily entertainment rhythm can be a bit slower—ten or twenty chapters letting the protagonist show off a bit is fine.
But refreshment novels can’t drag on—best is one injustice every three chapters, draw sword and slay after five, protagonist forever on the path of showing off.
His book Rating Entertainment is solidly a refreshment novel. Protagonist rates while sharply critiquing the entire entertainment industry—too draggy affects the impression.
These past two days he wrote about folk guests stirring things up, clearly feeling follow-up reads drop a bit. Although “stirring up waves” and “Brother Mianjin” readers seem entertained too, data doesn’t lie.
Yu Wei wrote a chapter on “Brother High Note” today, somewhat filler-suspect. If he keeps writing like this, readers might run again.
“When to sing a new song?”
He saw Cheng Hai Peng’s comment. Ever since the last “Heart Wall Three Questions,” he’s become his loyal reader, urging updates in the comment section whenever.
Whether he wants to read the book Yu Wei doesn’t know, but he’s definitely probing…
Actually, many continuously following Why Do Stars Care So Much About Ratings? think the same. Since it’s a plagiarist entertainment story, the protagonist will plagiarize songs later, right.
First time he wrote Heart Wall five days in advance. What will he write this time?
If he starts normal plagiarist mode, everyone will scatter like bees—treating the first song as just traffic bait.
But if the second song is also a “prophetic” new song, things get serious… either the author has backing, or the author has supernatural powers.
Yu Wei definitely has to write a new song they’ve never heard, he just hasn’t decided what yet.
Just hesitating when shouts to eat came from downstairs. Yu Wei got up, walked to the door, then turned back, wrote a line on the manuscript paper, and took it down…
“Yo, pretty eager for food huh.”
Fei Hong and the others were setting bowl and chopsticks, not forgetting to tease the descending Yu Wei.
Gone all morning, no work done, no chatting—a program emphasizing interpersonal relations, yet staying alone is somewhat uncooperative…
But Fei Hong really means well. This line isn’t for Yu Wei, but for the other guests and the audience.
For this kind of thing, teasing it out makes it a joke. Not addressing it risks the audience overinterpreting. Other guests might not say it but who knows what they think—once aired, everyone laughs and it’s over.
Actually, Yu Wei noticed right when he arrived: this buzz-cut bro didn’t talk much in the praise segment, but openly and subtly gave him plenty of pointers.
Even more valuable, he doesn’t just do this for him—whenever others say something controversial, he quietly resolves it too.
This kind of “postscript” considering the program’s broadcast impact is easily overlooked—it’s doing good deeds quietly.
But none of the guests on site said anything about Yu Wei, at most just curious what he’s doing.
The guests can accept it because with or without Yu Wei it’s the same. He hasn’t done anything but at least hasn’t caused trouble—let him be.
But the program team definitely can’t fully accept it. They spend money inviting stars for program effect—always hiding away won’t do.
The director sees it too. Yu Wei spent the morning typing at the computer, who knows what…
“Yu Wei, go walk the dog with Mu Mu this afternoon.”
This is the director having the photographer relay. Variety guests not showing face is wasting the invite, right?
The group exchanged glances. The director proactively assigning program process—this is the first time in recent episodes.
Their program emphasizes life observation. Scripts, if any, aren’t too explicit, but this time it’s basically direct.
The program team is really racking their brains for Yu Wei.
“Okay, but I gotta come back early.”
Yu Wei’s words scared everyone again. He only half-listens to the director, half-giving face—isn’t that a bit…
Actually, Yu Wei is already giving face. No matter what, he has to double-update daily.
“Come back early for what?”
The director’s words aren’t angry, but carry a bit of questioning tone. The program team can invite veteran artists like Zhong Qing, so naturally not afraid to offend a newcomer like him.
“Creation, only wrote a few lines this morning.”
Yu Wei guessed the program team wouldn’t let him slack, so he prepared in advance. He hasn’t mastered other songs, but lyrics he remembers plenty.
He doesn’t hide it, immediately pulling out the manuscript paper he just wrote.
Hearing tear sounds enter the woods seeking white pear blossoms
Only got one line of moss
Sky beyond the mountain, rain falls on flower terrace
My temples streaked with white.
