Song Shi'an's expression changed, and he immediately frantically tapped the system in his mind. " Brother System, can we make a deal? Can we give you some other reward? Look at me, I've been working non-stop and I'm so thin..."
The system gave him a full-body scan. He was in excellent health, had a great appetite, and a rosy complexion. His brain momentarily froze for a second: [Analysis shows the host's body is perfectly healthy. Please keep up the good work!]
After saying that, the system logged off, disappearing faster than anyone else.
Song Shi'an stared at the ceiling and sneered, then put the violin away with satisfaction.
Oh, the system can hear sounds. That makes things easier.
For the next two days, Song Shi'an didn't use any skills, he just kept making that torturous sound.
Every time someone passes by Villa No. 7, their pace noticeably quickens. All the residents of the villa area know that Villa No. 7 is inhabited by someone who plays the violin terribly; the sound is comparable to fingernails scratching a blackboard.
After going crazy for two days in a row, Song Shi'an felt much better.
The system begged him eight hundred times in his mind, "Host, please use your skills!" before he finally let the system go.
On the afternoon of the third day, Song Shi'an, feeling refreshed, followed Lin Fan to the outer beach.
There were quite a few tourists by the roadside. Although many were curious about what so many staff members were doing, they didn't pay much attention, at most taking out their phones to take a couple of pictures from a distance.
As soon as Song Shi'an got out of the car, he felt the coolness of the sea breeze. The sunset was spreading across the sea, sparkling and turning half the sky into a pinkish-orange hue.
He stood there for a while, the sea breeze ruffling his hair, highlighting the clean and sharp lines of his profile, and the hem of his shirt fluttering slightly in the wind.
The director turned around and saw Song Shi'an standing there. He paused for two seconds before calling out, "Teacher Song, you can start the makeup here!"
Hearing the sound, Song Shi'an turned around. In this atmosphere, his face stood out even more, making it hard to tell who was highlighting whom.
By the time the director came to his senses, the person was already standing in front of him.
Song Shi'an asked, "Okay, director, where do I get my makeup done?"
The director subconsciously pointed to the RV behind them. "Over there, Teacher Ye hasn't arrived yet, you can start your makeup first."
Song Shi'an nodded in acknowledgment and headed towards the RV.
As soon as the makeup artist saw Song Shi'an walk in, she immediately looked down and sent a voice message to her friend. "I have to go now, I need to do An's makeup!"
The other person replied instantly, "... You're a womanizer who forgets his friends."
Song Shi'an greeted him politely, "You're a little late today."
The makeup artist shook her head and said, "It's alright, it's not late. This was supposed to be taken after sunset anyway, there's still time."
Song Shi'an sat quietly as the makeup artist and stylist began their work.
When he opened his eyes again, the stylist was putting on earrings for him—a long silver earring with a delicate chain hanging down and a small diamond at the end.
After he finished, he looked in the mirror, reached out and touched his ears. It felt so strange; he had never worn this thing before in his life.
The makeup artist quickly stopped her, saying, "Ms. Song, this clip might fall off easily. It's best not to move it. Please go change your clothes first."
Song Shi'an had no choice but to give up, so he picked up his clothes and climbed into another RV to change.
Meanwhile, the director asked Lin Fan to call for help; Ye Qinghe had already arrived.
As soon as she appeared, a large number of people on the beach started taking pictures with their phones, and the social media feeds and short video platforms of passersby exploded.
"Ahhh, is Qinghe filming a music video?! I can't wait!"
"I can't wait! Rumor has it that this collaboration is going to be released overseas. My sister is just that awesome!"
"They're aiming for an award, they're bound to be amazing! I'm really looking forward to it!!!"
"Who's co-creating this? Is it the same person from last time? I don't think it'll work; they don't match Qinghe at all..."
"The person upstairs is really bold, isn't he afraid of being scolded by his fans..."
"The person upstairs has it backwards. It's clearly Qinghe who doesn't match him. Did you see that scene last time? Could your sister handle that atmosphere?"
As the comments section erupted in chaos, Song Shi'an opened the car door, bumping right into Lin Fan, who was about to knock on the door.
Lin Fan stood there, stunned.
The off-white embroidered shirt with subtle patterns is made of a light and soft fabric. The delicate patterns extend along the body of the shirt, and the collar is loose with a few buttons undone, revealing a section of the neck and slender collarbone.
The loose, long sleeves hung down, paired with black trousers, and an intricate silver chain adorned the waist. A single long earring swayed gently with the movement.
The sea breeze blew in from behind him, and his shirt clung to his waist, outlining his slender figure.
Song Shi'an looked at the stunned Lin Fan and waved his hand in front of his face. " Lin Fan, what are you doing?"
Lin Fan coughed twice, trying to find his voice. "It's nothing, the director wants me to come over."
Song Shi'an hurriedly ran towards the director.
The director and crew members stared at the approaching man, their expressions momentarily frozen.
The prop master was the first to come to his senses, picking up a violin case from the side and handing it to Song Shi'an, saying, "Teacher Song, this violin was borrowed from a collector, so please handle it with care."
Upon hearing this, Song Shi'an withdrew his hand.
He had come to realize firsthand how expensive this thing was; he'd been agonizing over the 180,000 yuan one for three days straight, and a collector's item? He dared not touch it, absolutely dared not touch it...
The prop master looked at Song Shi'an, who was retreating repeatedly, and said with a mix of amusement and exasperation, "Teacher Song, it's not that exaggerated. This is just something for people to pull, it's not that precious. As long as it's not damaged, it's fine."
Song Shi'an breathed a sigh of relief, took the instrument, sat down on a chair, and opened the case.
I must say the quality is really good. The lacquer on the body of the instrument is as smooth as jade, and the wood grain is so delicate that it looks like it was painted on.
He carefully picked up the bow, placed it on the string, and tried playing it.
Buzz--
The sound was rich and clear, carrying far away on the sea breeze.
Song Shi'an's eyes lit up. That tone! Really good!
The director walked over with a smile, "Ms. Song, do you know how to play the violin? We haven't started filming yet, why don't you try posing a bit and play a piece?"
He cleared his throat. "Then I'll give it a try."
The moment the bow touched the strings again, his wrist naturally sank down, and his fingers slid out the first note on the fretboard.
A sea breeze was blowing, a flock of seagulls flew by, ruffling the stray hairs on his forehead, and the afterglow of the sunset shone on his face from the side.
The music spread across the sea, gentle and far-reaching, like the sunset itself singing.
Song Shi'an was stunned for a moment. His fingers followed the melody in his memory and played a tune that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.
After playing the last note, he put down his bow, looked at the quiet crowd around him, and asked dryly, "... Was that alright?"