hooklinebooks Chapter 52 My sister is easy to coax.
Chapter 52 My sister is easy to coax.
Clearly, everyone is aware that this is a sensitive topic.
Su Xiaoxiao whispered a reminder from off-screen: "Wang Bo, watch your words."
Wang Bo nodded and pondered for a moment.
Then, he looked up at the camera and said very seriously, "I've watched the TV series 'The Years of War,' and it's very well made."
He paused, his tone becoming more serious: "But I'm actually hesitant to say too much about that period of history. Because... I'm afraid that saying too much will disturb the spirits of the martyrs; and I'm also afraid that saying too little will fail to depict their earth-shattering and awe-inspiring feats."
The live stream went completely silent.
The comments stopped scrolling, and everyone held their breath as they listened.
Wang Bo's voice was soft, but every word was clear and powerful: "History books are too thin, too thin to contain their greatness; a casual flip through them reveals their entire lives. History books are also too thick, too thick for us to remember each of their names; we only know that they are one of countless unsung heroes."
He looked at the camera with sincere eyes: "So regarding that drama, all I want to say is thank you to everyone who contributed to it, giving us the opportunity to glimpse a corner of that era through the screen. But more importantly, we must remember that history itself, and remember those who gave everything for our lives today."
A few seconds of silence.
Then, the comments section exploded.
"Well said!"
"I'm moved to tears..."
"This is true reverence for history!"
"Wang Bo, what kind of genius are you? You can write songs and poems, and your values are so upright!"
"Shared! This message deserves to be seen by everyone!"
The gifts went viral again, this time even more so than at the beginning.
Su Xiaoxiao looked at the data in the monitoring room, breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time, a look of appreciation flashed in her eyes.
This guy always manages to surprise her.
Outside the subway station, Chen Hao sat on a bench by the roadside, watching Wang Bo's live stream on his phone screen.
He was stunned for a long time after hearing that passage about history.
Then, he turned off the live stream, opened his contacts, and found his mother's number.
Dial the number.
"Hello, Xiaohao?" His mother's voice came through, filled with concern. "Have you eaten? How did your interview go today?"
Chen Hao took a deep breath and said, "Mom, the interview didn't go well."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then the mother said, "It's okay, we'll look again next time. My son is so outstanding..."
"Mom," Chen Hao interrupted her, "I want to say sorry to you."
"Sorry for what?"
"I'm sorry... I made you worry." Chen Hao's voice was a little choked up. "I'm sorry, I'm so old and I still make you worry. I'm sorry, suit... thank you, Mom."
The mother laughed on the other end of the phone, her laughter tinged with heartache: "Silly child, why are you apologizing to your mother? I'll go see the suit tomorrow. You can wear the new one to the interview; you'll definitely get it."
Chen Hao rubbed his eyes: "Yeah, it'll definitely work."
After hanging up the phone, he reopened his music app, and "Encounter" was still playing on repeat.
"Who will I meet, what kind of conversations will we have, and how far in the future is the person I'm waiting for...?"
Chen Hao stood up, brushed the bread crumbs off his clothes, and walked towards the rented room.
In the live stream room, Wang Bo's live stream was nearing its end.
He waved to the camera: "Thank you all for joining me tonight. I hope you can all meet the people you want to meet and live the life you want to live."
The screen was filled with comments like "Goodbye," "Goodnight," and "Love you."
After the broadcast ended, Wang Bo let out a long sigh of relief and slumped into his chair.
Su Xiaoxiao pushed the door open and handed him a bottle of water: "You did a great job, especially your part about history. You're definitely going to be trending."
Wang Bo took the water: "As long as there's enough alcohol, I'm not short of stories."
Su Xiaoxiao looked at him and suddenly smiled: "Wang Bo, do you know? Your greatest strength is your sincerity."
"Is that considered an advantage?" Wang Bo said dismissively.
"In the entertainment industry, this is even rarer than talent." Su Xiaoxiao handed the tablet to Wang Bo with a bright smile. "The data is amazing. Within two hours of its premiere on all platforms, it garnered over five million views and sold over two hundred thousand copies."
Looking at those numbers, Wang Bo felt unusually calm: "President Su, this is just the beginning."
Su Xiaoxiao nodded: "Yes, this is just the beginning, so don't let your guard down."
She paused, then said, "Regarding that poem, my sister didn't say anything. She asked me to tell you that the poem is very well written and that she likes it very much."
Wang Bo hesitated, then said, "Teacher Su, she..."
"She's an adult, she knows how to handle her...feelings," Su Xiaoxiao said. "You don't need to feel pressured, just let things take their course."
Wang Bo nodded.
Su Xiaoxiao suddenly laughed and said, "If you want to appease my sister, the method is actually very simple."
Wang Bo's expression froze. Who are you kidding? The hardest to fool are rich and beautiful women.
A beautiful woman from an average family can be easily wooed as long as she has money.
Even a detached villa worth hundreds of millions might not be enough to win over a rich, beautiful woman.
"Never mind." Su Xiaoxiao sighed. "You've had a hard day. Go home and get some rest."
She walked to the door, then turned back: "By the way, Yu Ji just messaged me saying she's decided to stay in the Western Regions for another month because 'Qingshan cannot be moved easily'."
Wang Bo was stunned. This Zhou Yuji...
After Su Xiaoxiao left, he took out his phone and sent a WeChat message to Zhou Yuji: "Sister Zhou, the song was released, and it didn't flop."
A few seconds later, the reply came: "I know, I'm listening to it on repeat. Well done, Xiao Wang. Qingshan is very pleased."
Wang Bo didn't reply. He put away his phone and walked out of the recording studio.
My phone vibrated again.
He took it out and saw that it was a message from Su Yiyi.
Just three words: "It sounds great!"
Looking at those three words, Wang Bo felt a surge of warmth in his heart.
He replied, "Thank you, Teacher Su."
The elevator arrived at the first floor and the doors opened.
Wang Bo stepped out of the office building. The night breeze was cool, and the starry sky was dazzling.
It was already 10:30, and he looked up at the sky.
The city's light pollution is so severe that we can't see the stars.
But then he suddenly remembered the snow mountain photo that Zhou Yuji had sent him—the snow mountain was huge, with two towering peaks, dazzlingly white.
The green hills are here, waiting for you to reach the summit.
He took out his phone again and sent a message to Zhou Yuji: "You don't need to jump off the snow mountain anymore."
A few seconds later, Zhou Yuji replied: "Little Wang, I've changed my mind."
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"Instead of jumping off the snow mountain, I'll climb it. Once I'm up there, I'll take a picture of you of the snow-covered mountain."
Wang Bo typed: "Then be careful, don't catch a cold or fall."
Zhou Yuji: "Don't worry, I'm tough. I'll have to go back and warm your bed in the winter."
After putting down his phone, Wang Bo headed towards his apartment.
He went into a convenience store that was still open and bought a bottle of water.
On the shelf next to the cashier, there were several magazines with stills from the TV series "The Years of War" on the cover.
Wang Bo glanced at it and recalled what he had said during the live stream.
History books are too thin to contain their greatness.
History books are too thick, and I can't remember their names.
He suddenly realized that music is the same way.
A song is too short to fully express the joys and sorrows of life.