The Little Duck 79

Chapter 79

Many years later, Jian Xin bought a detached villa by the river in a villa area in Nanjiang.

It wasn’t as big as Lin Xiyu’s seaside villa, but it also had a small yard in the front and back, three floors, and two parking spaces.

The backyard of the villa was connected to a flight of stairs leading down to a small wooden platform surrounded by a railing, where you could sit and have tea and fish—this was also an exclusive area of this villa.

From this small platform, you could walk along the riverbank.

The construction and maintenance of a swimming pool were very troublesome, so in the end, Jian Xin only built a small pond in the backyard.

The water pipe was connected to the river, and the water could be changed from time to time, and you could also raise fish and flowers.

Cauliflower really liked this small pond. As long as it was in Nanjiang, it would go for a swim a few times every day.

But although the villa was bought, Jian Xin and Yan Lu did not live in it, and just let their parents move in.

When she was a child, Jian Xin had said that she wanted to buy a very, very large villa, in the hope that when she grew up, she could bring all the people she liked to live in it.

The idea at that time was very naive. She always felt that as long as she had money, she could keep all the people she liked by her side, and everyone would be happy and play together every day.

But in fact, everyone has their own life, and their personalities are also different. It might be fine to get together and play for a while, but it would be too difficult to live together for a lifetime.

The life of two people is much easier.

In these past few years, Jian Xin and Yan Lu had been together, and although they would have some trivial arguments from time to time, their life was also comfortable.

This house was not big, not small, and it felt like it could fit everything, and it wouldn’t be very tiring to tidy up.

They were both used to living here, and Yan Lu didn’t seem to have any intention of moving.

Xin Xin and Cauliflower were both getting old, and to suddenly change to a new environment for a long time might also be a torment for them. If they couldn’t adapt and it affected their health, it would be bad.

And so, the dream of owning a large villa had become dispensable.

But whether to live in it or not was one thing, and whether to buy it or not was another.

After all, it was a childhood dream!

So in the end, Jian Xin directly bought the villa in Nanjiang, so that her parents could move in, and they could also live there together when they went back for the holidays!

At this time, Jian Xin was thirty-six years old. Her debut time was not long, but she was already a very well-known presence in the music industry.

To review her debut process a little, it also felt very legendary.

She had graduated from the Capital Conservatory of Music, had posted covers online in junior and senior high, had formed a band in university, had many adapted cover works, and had also created many original works, and had even held a band concert.

After graduation, her luck was not good, and she couldn’t make a name for herself. She had been a resident singer in a bar for a while, and in the end, she had given up on her dream and returned to reality, and had been silent for a time.

Many years later, she was seen again because of an OST, and was invited to participate in Musical Encounter and was promoted by her senior, and finally, she made a name for herself in the music industry.

The following year, An Inch of Heart, starring Lin Xiyu and adapted from the novel of the same name by Perched by the Roadside, and an S+ production, was a big hit. All the OSTs in it became popular and topped the hot music lists of various platforms.

The netizens took a serious look and found that four of these OSTs were actually written by Jian Xin.

After that, this name began to constantly appear in people’s vision.

Not only did her presence exist in various TV and movie tracks, but many well-known singers also started to ask her to write lyrics and compose music.

Feng Man had held a tour after many years, and had also invited Jian Xin as a special guest three times.

Her name would also almost always be in the initial proposed invitation list for music variety shows on major platforms.

From being silent to being in the limelight, she had both strength and luck.

To seize an opportunity and from then on, to rise step by step, this was simply a real protagonist of a satisfying novel, a path to success that others could not replicate.

And so, Jian Xin had been busy for several years, running around.

In these few years, she not only had many representative works, but she had also helped many well-known singers to write popular songs.

Perhaps many people would not like her, but they must have heard her songs and her name.

In the various shops on the streets and alleys, the songs she had written were played from time to time.

Jian Xin was completely famous, so famous that all kinds of variety shows and commercial performances were trying to find her through connections.

Everyone in the industry knew that Jian Xin’s popularity was very high, and if she was invited, it would be a considerable amount of traffic—but Jian Xin was very hard to invite.

After several years of being busy, the Jian Xin of now no longer lacked a stage, and naturally, she no longer needed to run around for a stage.

The kind of program that required her to run far, or to record for a long time, she rarely took on.

Unless she was particularly interested, or needed to repay a favor.

Compared to running around outside every day, she still preferred to be at home, eating with Yan Lu every day, and keeping Xin Xin and Cauliflower company.

Her friends who had once made a living with her on non-commercial jobs were now all well-known.

Zheng Xinyue and Jiang Lan, under Jian Xin’s recommendation, had successively appeared on one or two variety shows that focused on original music, and had gained some fame.

After that, they had some commercial jobs, and with good luck, they had both made two or three somewhat popular songs, and had each found their own direction of development.

Now they were also singers who could receive invitations for film and television drama OSTs from time to time.

The musical styles of these two were not the same, so there was almost no competition or comparison.

They had a very good relationship, and would often appear at some events together, and would also frequently interact on social platforms. Many fans were openly shipping them as a CP, so many commercial performances, as long as one of them was invited, would also invite the other.

Don’t ask, if you have to ask, it’s a rumor in the industry that the popularity will be higher if the two of them appear together.

Chen Yuan, who was once the youngest in the band, was now also a big shot.

Back then, Zheng Xinyue had said that he was a top-notch seedling, and now so many years had passed, and the good seedling had finally grown into a big tree.

Because of Jian Xin’s introduction, he had successively come into contact with many amazing musicians and had produced many famous songs for those people.

In these few years, he had gradually become a music producer with a good reputation in the industry. He had done vocal coaching, recording, mixing, and mastering for many well-known singers, had done arranging for many film and television works, and had also served as a music director in some big projects. His resume was as long as a big senior in the industry.

Because his pursuit of music quality was indeed very high, and he also had his own style and ideas in production, as long as his name appeared in the song information, it was equivalent to the word “quality.” So many well-known singers, when they had a song to make, were very willing to book a schedule in his studio.

When this guy got busy, it was a complete mess.

But despite this, if anyone in the band group needed him, he would never refuse—he would push aside any number of jobs to prioritize everyone.

As for Xiang Yuanyuan, she was an old socially awkward person. She didn’t want to go on stage at all and just wanted to be a quiet behind-the-scenes person, earn enough money to live on, and to be able to continue to create.

And so she had become the strongest behind-the-scenes person that everyone in the band group was fighting for.

Her vocal timbre was not a big advantage, but her basic skills were very strong, and she would often run around at various friends’ live performances as a drummer and a harmony singer.

And if needed, she could also play the piano, guitar, and keyboard.

As long as she was invited to her friends’ performances, they would shout her name to the fans.

Xiang Yuanyuan would also write her own songs and post them on various platforms, and her friends’ promotion had also made her a somewhat famous online singer-songwriter, and several of her songs had become popular because of others’ covers.

After the songs became popular, people curiously searched for the original singer and immediately saw a familiar name, “Xiang Yuanyuan.”

—I know her, Jian Xin’s live performance actually has her, and she really likes to interact with her!

—Right, right, she’s so A, but she’s socially awkward, such a great contrast lol

—I seem to have seen her often at Zheng Xinyue’s and Jiang Lan’s live performances too.

—Because they were in a band together in university, and they’re very, very good friends, duck!

And so, the videos that everyone had made when they were in a band back then had been dug up again and again, and the number of views had already multiplied many times over.

Although that band account had not been used for a long time, when Jian Xin would occasionally see a video from that account being pushed to the homepage, she would still have an indescribable feeling of nostalgia and emotion.

The QQ in the bottom right corner suddenly flashed.

It was Chen Yuan who had come to discuss the tour with her.

In two more months, Jian Xin would be starting her first tour in her life.

Among them, there were two fixed songs that would be completed by her old friends from the band group.

The dreamers who had once worked part-time and pooled their money to have a small concert could finally have a real ten-thousand-person stage together.

On the day of the first performance’s ticket sales, Jian Xin held a live stream and brought Yan Lu on camera with her.

There was a segment in the live stream where the two of them would also have to grab tickets with the fans.

Before the ticket grabbing began, the host stood on the side with a microphone and asked the two of them with a grin, “Hey, what will you do if you can’t get a ticket later?”

Jian Xin: “Is it that hard to get?”

The host: “It should be very hard to get, right? Look, there are so many competitors just in the live stream room.”

“I think I can definitely get one!” Jian Xin said, and with a smile, she glanced at Yan Lu beside her. “Even if I can’t get one, there’s still Yan Lu.”

“Mmm,” Yan Lu nodded and seriously studied the online ticket-grabbing guide.

“There’s even a guide for this?” Jian Xin leaned over to take a look. “Isn’t it just a matter of hand speed?”

“It seems you’re very confident in your hand speed,” the host said with a laugh.

“Of course!” Jian Xin nodded, looking very confident.

And then, ten minutes later, she failed with a shocked expression.

Jian Xin: “No? What kind of internet speed do these people have?”

How does it feel like it’s sold out in half a second?!

The host went forward to take a look at Jian Xin’s phone, which had not gotten anything, and then adjusted the live stream’s bullet comments to the projection screen for her to take a look.

Some people were posting “got it,” and more people were posting “didn’t get it”!

There was also a portion of people who were laughing out loud because the singer herself hadn’t gotten a ticket.

The host: “What should we do? You didn’t get a ticket either!”

Jian Xin cooperated with her tone and showed a look of panic. “What should I do, will I be stopped at the door?”

The host: “You can’t get in without a ticket!”

Jian Xin stood up from her stool. “Then I’ll leave?”

The host quickly laughed and pulled her back, pushing her back onto the stool. “No, no, no, who will sing if you leave?”

A few short jokes eased the awkward atmosphere of failing to get a ticket.

Just then, Yan Lu, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly looked up and said out of the blue, “I got it.”

Jian Xin: “Huh?”

Yan Lu handed her phone to Jian Xin. “A return ticket, I got it.”

The host went forward to confirm. “You really got it!”

Jian Xin was taken aback for a moment, then smiled with her eyebrows arched. “Then can I get in?”

“Mmm-hmm,” Yan Lu’s lips lifted slightly, a hint of pride in her eyes.

The bullet comments instantly started to post the same sentence.

—It still has to be sister-in-law!

The hot search topics that night became abstract again.

#Jian Xin Grabs Tickets#

#Jian Xin’s Hand Speed is So Slow#

#Can’t Even Get In Without a Wife#

#It Still Has to be Sister-in-law#

#The Hand Speed of a Writer is Just That Fast#

#Your Qi Has Arrived#

In almost every topic, Jian Xin was the 0 who was spoiled by Perched by the Roadside.

—Who understands, Jian Xin failed to grab a ticket in a live stream, and was just being awkward with the host, and Great Author Qi silently grabbed a return ticket for her. The sense of redemption!

—It’s fine, Jian Xin. The tickets you can’t get, your Qi will get them for you.

—It’s sister-in-law who is holding up the sky for our Sister Xin.

Yan Lu was in her study, writing her novel.

Jian Xin was holding Cauliflower, leaning against the sofa, and sitting on the carpet, scrolling through the hot search.

Xin Xin was lying on her left side, sleeping in a daze.

This was their life now.

Day after day, year after year, it seemed lively, but it was also simple.

After so many years, she was finally going to have a concert again.

This time, the person who had been absent had promised to fly with her to every city that followed.

From then on, there would be no more regrets in her heart.

The Little Duck – End