Chapter 83: With a Sweep of the Hand, the Magic Pen Enters a Dream

After learning from Lin Yufen who the person was that praised him, Bai Liang wasn't surprised at all.

Hmm... given her situation, doing this makes sense.

It's just like Meng Zi's strange way of thinking—sometimes you simply can't fathom what the other person is thinking.

This didn't affect his mood for drinking, after all, he'd only lost a role, while that guy inside had lost love!

Hu Yanbing was a straightforward guy—he said he'd treat Bai Liang to drinks, and he immediately did.

But after arriving at the bar, Bai Liang couldn't help feeling Hu Yanbing had just wanted to drink himself and called him along as company.

The two had just started drinking, and Hu Yanbing was still sober enough to ask curiously, "Bro, why'd your phone call take so long? The wine's gone cold~"

"You put ice in the wine—how's it supposed to get hot?"

After teasing him, Bai Liang answered his earlier question: "I lost the role I just got in the audition."

"Huh? Really? You've been hot lately—I've seen your name trending online several times." Hu Yanbing said, surprised.

After getting to know Bai Liang, he naturally checked out the recently popular "Wu Xin Master," got hooked, and started binge-watching.

He even complained to Bai Liang about who the bastard was that invented weekly episodes.

Only two episodes a week—is there any justice left?

Bai Liang replied: Don't rush, the VIP early-binge option will come out soon.

First, answer his question:

"It's that someone praised me."

"Praised you?" Hu Yanbing was even more confused, "Praised you so much your role vanished?"

"Huh?"

"Who's this insane?"

"Your girlfriend," Bai Liang said with a smile.

"Puh!"

That sip nearly shot three meters away—Bai Liang was so impressed he almost clapped! No wonder he's a professional singer—damn, the breath control!

Hu Yanbing wiped his mouth and looked at Bai Liang helplessly, "You're kidding me?"

"No, why would I lie? Your girlfriend praised me to the skies—said I was handsome, tall, couldn't take her eyes off me..."

As Bai Liang described it, Hu Yanbing suddenly felt a circular ring forming on his head.

And it was pressing down, growing heavier.

Like... he'd put on a hat.

Fortunately, he snapped back to his senses—no, he wasn't in a new relationship, why panic? A breakup was already expected.

In fact, it was practically official.

"She praised you so much, and you still lost the role? What logic is that?"

"It's complicated—you're a singer, you wouldn't understand."

Seeing Bai Liang's carefree grin, Hu Yanbing was puzzled, "You lost your role and you're still joking with me?"

"It's not a big deal—just play another role. And look at you... your girlfriend's about to leave, and you're still happy."

Fine fine fine! I treat you to drinks, and you stab me in the heart?

"I'm finding joy in hardship... with your attitude, let's drink!"

Whether someone is truly carefree or just pretending is often obvious—Bai Liang's relaxed demeanor made it impossible to tell if he cared or was angry about it.

Does this guy have zero bitterness?

Hu Yanbing found it strange—too un-entertainment-industry-like—but drinking and chatting with someone like this felt strangely more comfortable.

People, once comfortable and well-drunk, tend to speak from the heart.

What's written in books or diaries doesn't count as heartfelt.

Only when the environment's right and the emotion's brewed enough do the truths spoken carry eight or nine tenths of credibility.

After all, there's a saying: A man's three parts drunk, he'll make you cry.

But Bai Liang believed Hu Yanbing was genuinely sincere today—no watered-down emotions.

Because this guy had started writing songs!

Holy shit~ This is a musical genius?

Bai Liang felt he'd learned something today—it was like watching Li Bai write poetry after drinking.

With a sweep of his hand, the magic pen entered a dream~

"Take all you need

I'll bear the rest

Leave our dog behind

Doesn't matter if it's useful

I'm afraid no one will care for it later

Even if it doesn't understand my pain

I no longer beg for you

Just say a reason to break up"

"......"

This small bar seemed to be Hu Yanbing's usual haunt, so setting up an instrument for a live performance was simple.

Singing a brand-new song, slightly drunk, the atmosphere was perfect.

Luckily, TikTok didn't exist yet—otherwise tomorrow's internet would be flooded with these videos.

Many of the patrons around had pulled out their phones to record.

As for Hu Yanbin himself... this guy is really ruthless!

Bai Liang wasn't referring to the song's lyrics, but to its difficulty.

Even just hearing Hu Yanbin try singing it made your tongue feel scorched.

But there's no doubt—it's a great song!

Even without high-end audio equipment, alcohol is a wonderful thing—it stirs up emotion.

If Hu Yanbin tried singing it again properly, he might not recreate this feeling at all.

It really has flavor!

Clearly, Hu Yanbin, who seemed somewhat dormant in the music scene these past two years, has reentered the Land Immortal Realm!

He's started writing songs again, wild and unrestrained.

This makes one sigh: Shuangzi really has substance!

It seems to confirm a saying: When happy, words fail; when in pain, a thousand phrases pour out.

Clearly, creation requires life experience, requires pain to produce great works.

Otherwise, why is there such a huge gap in Zhou Jielun's output before and after marriage?

Too bad there's only one Shuangzi—if we could give one to every songwriter who can't write good songs, the golden age of Chinese pop music would arrive at once!

A true mad muse!

"Buddy, about your thing—should I go tell her later?"

Clearly, one song wasn't enough for Hu Yanbin to fully release his emotions; after breaking a sweat, he started worrying about Bai Liang's situation.

But Bai Liang looked at him with faint pity: "Worry about yourself first."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Your song just now was way too pointed, and plenty of people recorded videos—once they go public, what do you think her fans will do to you?"

"Sss..."

Writing and singing it felt great, but thinking of that person's fanbase's combat power, Hu Yanbin nearly broke out in cold sweat.

He'd just been wondering whether to release the song—now it seemed he had no choice left.

In Shanghai, Hu Yanbin is still very well-known; at least half the people in the bar recognized him.

Now the alcohol was completely gone!

"It's fine, I'll close the comments section..."

Though cowardly to hide, it really works.

Not listening, not watching, not caring—it'll all pass eventually.

Bullshit.

Bai Liang patted his shoulder. "I was just praised by her twice—you went full face-to-face output. Good job! Didn't lose face! Truly spirited!"

Hu Yanbin: You little brat... now we're fellow sufferers, huh?

Cough cough, today's three updates—going live next Tuesday. Mu mu da.