"Yuji, all four of your uncles and more than a dozen of your cousins are spending New Year's at Grandma's this year. It's been ages since this house was so lively. We have you to thank for it! Your uncles and cousins are all clamoring to get together and watch you perform on the Spring Festival Gala! Who in the whole village isn't envious that I have such a successful granddaughter?"
"Grandma, my performance..."
In the end, Zheng Yuji still didn't tell her grandmother that her performance had been cut. The words had been right on the tip of her tongue, yet somehow, they were so hard to say.
The incident had taught her an important lesson: it was best not to go around announcing something until you were absolutely certain it would happen.
It had also made Zheng Yuji realize just how much the Spring Festival Gala still meant to ordinary people. It might seem as though the gala was past its prime, but even concerts that cost hundreds of thousands—or even millions—per show couldn't compare to its place in people's hearts.
Just then, her WeChat notification chimed. It was a message from Li Xun.
Li Xunhuan: Ms. Zheng, the song is ready. Please check it out. If you're satisfied, we can arrange another time to discuss the details of working together.
Zheng Yuji glanced at the time. It had only been a little over two hours since she'd called Li Xun.
What Zheng Yuji needed most right now was a song that could move the Spring Festival Gala's directing team.
But now that the song had arrived, she felt no joy at all. If anything, she regretted making that call.
Still, she had been the one to approach him. He hadn't come after her. So despite her reluctance,