Chapter 215: Please enjoy

"Old Liu... you've written quite a few songs too — could it be that you've also gone and done some ghost work?"

In an office, Hu Zhengyuan glanced at Liu Huan and could not help but ask.

Liu Huan's face was also a mask of utter bewilderment.

"How could that be?"

"I'm a living person, after all — why would I go off to do ghost work for no reason~?"

Hu Zhengyuan said, frowning.

"I've often heard people say that between life and death there lies great terror, but also great opportunity."

"Could it be that Xiao Meng's creative ability came from communicating with yin and yang while doing ghost work — is this enlightenment?"

Liu Huan nodded firmly, his face set with conviction.

"My creative ability has now hit a bottleneck."

"If this really works, then next time Xiao Meng goes to do ghost work, I'll tag along too."

Bai Xiao Ling looked at one, then the other, and said in a faint voice.

"Teachers, it's already the year 3202 — we have to be scientific about things."

"Scientific?" Liu Huan shook his head and said, speaking with the weight of experience.

"Bai Xiao Ling, once you reach a certain level, you'll find that what you need is enlightenment!"

"Once you cross this threshold, it's like a carp leaping the dragon gate — a complete transformation. If you can't cross it, then you can only stop right here."

"That's right." Hu Zhengyuan, who rarely failed to argue back, simply nodded and continued.

"I can't say much about the rest, but Xiao Meng's suona playing technique has definitely already broken through this level."

"This might be because he felt something while doing ghost work... wait!"

Hu Zhengyuan suddenly remembered something, fixed his gaze tightly on Bai Xiao Ling, and said, enunciating each word.

"The way you just addressed us was... 'teachers'?"

"Since when did that old bastard become your teacher too?"

Bai Xiao Ling opened her mouth, but no words came out.

Sigh... why do I suddenly feel so tired.

……

"Hiss... terrifyingly impressive!"

Only now did Duan Jiangping finally come to his senses from the shock.

He was just an ordinary person and couldn't see through so many of the subtleties.

He only saw Su Meng playing the piano at blinding speed, yet it sounded wonderful — and he was simply stunned.

Qin Jie's face was also full of surprise.

"Xiao Meng can actually play the piano this well?"

"And he can compose piano pieces too?"

"And he composed them this well?"

Duan Jiangping shot her a sideways glance, unable to help but mutter inwardly.

Tell me, you've been his manager for two years — what have you even been doing?

Still, he didn't dare talk back, just chimed in.

"Yeah, feels like this kid, ever since he joined this show — or more precisely, ever since he went and played the suona once."

"It's like his meridians were unblocked all at once."

"This is what they call a sudden burst after long accumulation — it's all thanks to his previous manager's good guidance..."

Qin Jie's face showed a proud look, and she was quite satisfied with his performance.

"Since Xiao Meng gets more creative inspiration from doing ghost work at gravesites, you should put in a bit more effort."

"Spread the word around the industry — from now on, whenever anyone passes on, our Xiao Meng can go to their grave and play a few passages..."

Before she could finish, her expression suddenly changed drastically and her voice began to tremble.

"Wait! Old Duan, do you think Xiao Meng might have... picked up something unclean at the gravesite?"

"Could some thousand-year-old vengeful spirit or ten-thousand-year-old demon have possessed him and been reborn?"

"Impossible!" Duan Jiangping leapt straight up.

"Xiao Meng is still Xiao Meng, still our family's Xiao Meng — how could he be someone else?"

"He even knows every little secret between the two of us, crystal clear."

"Like that one time he helped me reimburse a batch of fuel expenses — when actually I was at Tian Shang Ren Jian..."

Hmm? Before he could finish, he suddenly felt a murderous gaze lock onto him.

Qin Jie's face went pitch black, and she ground out a few words through clenched teeth.

"In that case, let's just have him play a few passages to see you off..."

……

"La Campanella"!

Yes, what Su Meng brought out this time was Liszt's "La Campanella" from his previous life.