After watching the fireworks for a few minutes, the two women returned backstage. The show was still ongoing.
Many programs that couldn't get on earlier were scheduled to perform after the midnight countdown.
Everyone returned to the dressing room and started packing up.
Suddenly, with a loud bang, the door to the room was kicked open.
Zhang Yiran walked in, her face gloomy, followed by Zhang Yina and Wu Shuang.
"Da Fei, you've got some tricks up your sleeve, I see."
Liang Yin stood up. "Whether or not I have tricks is none of your business."
Zhang Yiran frowned. "Who do you think you are? Get out of here!"
Lin Chudong pulled Liang Yin behind him and stood in front of Zhang Yiran.
"Who do you think you are? A high-class brothel or a self-righteous bird?"
Upon hearing Lin Chudong bring up the lyrics of Luocha Haishi, Zhang Yiran's anger flared.
"Are you looking for a fight? You're not even worthy to wrestle with me! Do you believe I can get you banned from the entire internet in a matter of seconds!?"
Lin Chudong sneered, "Talk is cheap, try it!?"
"Damn, you..."
The show had already finished airing, so of course Lin Chudong wouldn't indulge her.
So what if she's a queen? They'd already torn off the mask, so if they were going to fight, they'd fight! Lin Chudong had nothing to lose!
Just then, Deng Siqing strode over.
"Zhang Yiran! What are you doing causing a scene here! This is CCTV. If you want to make a fuss, go do it somewhere else!"
Zhang Yiran widened her eyes. "Who do you think you are? What gives you the right to scold me?"
Zhang Yiran picked up a vase from a shelf and smashed it to the ground!
Bang!
The vase shattered into pieces. Many staff members came over, but no one dared to intervene, seeing the scene before them.
Sister Zhang and Sister Deng are at it?
Don't let them be caught in the crossfire of these two queens' fury!
Deng Siqing said, "So you like smashing things, huh? Come on, I'll keep you company!"
After saying this, Deng Siqing kicked a glass cabinet to pieces and took out a trophy, saying, "This is the China Radio and Television First Prize trophy. Here, have it. It's one of our set of trophies. Smash it."
Zhang Yiran's face was ashen, her teeth clenched tight.
Deng Siqing said, "You don't dare to smash it, huh? I'll help you."
With that, she threw it with force.
Crack! The trophy shattered into pieces, glass fragments scattered everywhere.
She then picked up another heavy trophy, holding it in her hand and presenting it to Zhang Yiran.
"National May 1st Labor Award. This is a CCTV trophy. Here, take it. Do you dare to smash it?"
She slammed the trophy forward, shoving it directly into Zhang Yiran's arms.
Zhang Yiran held the trophy with both hands, not daring to speak or move.
Deng Siqing sneered, "If you don't dare, I'll do it for you!"
She snatched the trophy and slammed it onto the ground again!
The ground was covered in broken glass, making everyone's hearts jump.
These were all the station's trophies. Sister Deng was smashing them like this; she really wasn't afraid of the station leadership's blame!
Zhang Yiran's face was ashen. She was also furious to the extreme, but she hadn't lost her rationality yet.
Zhang Yina was anxious and quickly stepped forward to grab Deng Siqing's hand.
"Sister Deng, stop smashing! We were impulsive!"
Although Deng Siqing was the one smashing, when the leadership blamed them later, they would definitely say that Deng Siqing and Zhang Yiran had a conflict and smashed the station's trophies in anger.
Anyway, it was a conflict between the two of you. Does it matter who did the smashing?
Deng Siqing might get a reprimand later, but Zhang Yiran would definitely be blacklisted.
A blacklist from CCTV was incredibly serious, a loss neither of the sisters could afford.
Moreover, it wasn't worth the risk to take such a gamble just to vent their anger.
In the end, this was their territory.
They could smash their own things at home, but could you dare to touch them?
Deng Siqing pointed outside, "If you don't have the guts, then get out."
Zhang Yina said, "Wu Shuang, quickly stay and clean up. Get someone to make exact replicas of these two trophies and send them back immediately!"
After saying this, she quickly pulled Zhang Yiran and left the studio.
There was no need to go on with the program after midnight; things had gotten out of hand.
Lin Chudong hurried forward and took Deng Siqing's hand to examine it. Then, he knelt on the ground and carefully removed the shards of glass from her stockings.
Wang Zhi gave a thumbs up and said, "Sister Deng is awesome!"
Deng Siqing immediately changed her demeanor, tucking her hair behind her ears with a hint of shyness. "I lost control; sorry about that."
Wang Zhi was instantly smitten and almost fainted.
Sister Deng smiled at me...
...
Deng Siqing pulled Lin Chudong into the makeup room. Wang Zhi and the others were smart enough not to follow, and they closed the door.
"Da Fei, where are you going later?"
"I'm going back to Modu."
Deng Siqing bit her lip and said,
"Can you... have some dumplings with me before you leave?"
Lin Chudong was taken aback. "Okay, then I'll leave tomorrow."
"Really?"
"Really."
After saying a word to the landlady, they went straight to the airport.
Lin Chudong and Deng Siqing got in the car and drove home.
Suddenly, a phone rang. It was Lin Qiqi calling.
Lin Chudong glanced at Deng Siqing, who was driving, hesitating whether to answer.
Deng Siqing said, "Answer it. I won't say anything."
A smile was on her face, and she wasn't jealous. After all, Da Fei was now by her side. That was enough.
Lin Chudong answered the phone.
"Qiqi, Happy New Year."
Lin Qiqi: Stinky Da Fei, Happy New Year! I just got home and saw your show. It was great, hehe.
Lin Chudong: Haha, did you eat dumplings?
Lin Qiqi: Yes, even Sister Song told me to eat more this time, but I didn't eat too many, just six.
Lin Chudong: Were they delicious? Lin Qiqi: They were delicious! Did you eat dumplings? Lin Chudong: Not yet, I will later.
Lin Qiqi: Hmm...
Lin Chudong: The noise over there is so loud, are you setting off firecrackers? Lin Qiqi: Yes, Da Fei, I miss you.
Lin Chudong: Huh? Qiqi, what did you say? I can't hear you.
Lin Qiqi: I said I miss you!! Lin Chudong: Really can't hear you.
Lin Qiqi: You stink, Da Fei! ...
Back at Sister Deng's place, Lin Chudong was kneading the dough, and Deng Siqing was washing the vegetables.
The two of them were busy for over an hour, and finally, the fragrant dumplings were put into the pot.
Lin Chudong held a slotted spoon in his right hand, gently stirring the dumplings in the water. His left hand was also idle, so he grabbed Deng Siqing's hand.
Sister Deng immediately blushed, lowered her head, and was as shy as a rose about to bloom.
"Da Fei... Actually, I've liked you for three years."
Lin Chudong's spoon clattered into the pot, and his expression turned complicated. His thick-skinned old face actually flushed a bit.
Deng Siqing said, "Don't misunderstand. What I mean is... I've been a fan of yours for three years. I always listened to your songs when you were in the Da Fei Band."
"But I never thought we'd become friends."
Lin Chudong swallowed. "Sister Deng..."
Deng Siqing put a finger to his lips.
"I don't mean anything else. I don't want to be anything to you. I'm just your fan, as I was before, and as I will be in the future."
"Can I be your friend and your fan at the same time?"
Lin Chudong nodded. "Of course, you can."
Deng Siqing seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and opened her arms to Lin Chudong.
"Then, as a fan, can I hug her idol?"
Looking at Sister Deng's shy face, her shapely figure, and her tiny waist that could be grasped with one hand, Lin Chudong swallowed hard and said, "It's my honor."
After saying that, he scooped Sister Deng into his arms.
Deng Siqing's arms wrapped around his neck, her head resting on his shoulder, completely content.
Lin Chudong took a deep breath; Sister Deng's scent was as fragrant as ever.
But this time, he could feel her heartbeat up close.
As for the dumplings in the pot... who cares!
...
Ten minutes later, the two of them were eating steaming hot 'fried dumplings'.
Deng Siqing was a little surprised, "Da Fei, the filling you made is so delicious, it's better than my cooking."
Lin Chudong said, "Then I'll cook in the future."
"No way, it's not right to have a man stuck in the kitchen."
After eating two dumplings, Deng Siqing felt incredibly happy. Suddenly, she reached out her small hand and placed it in front of him.
"Da Fei, where's my New Year's money?"
Lin Chudong smiled, swallowed the dumpling in his mouth, and then, spat out a coin.
"Here, this is for you."
Deng Siqing laughed, "You're so stingy! Only a dime for a lucky money gift!"
"You only gave a dime!"
"No, give me another one, conjure it up with magic."
"I'm a magician, not a wizard, I'm not prepared for that."
"Silly, I'm just teasing you."
At night, the two of them were lying in bed.
Everyone stared at the ceiling.
"Da Fei, good night."
"Good night."
A few seconds later, Deng Siqing's hand reached over, her little finger touching his.
Lin Chudong gently held her soft hand. Then, Deng Siqing leaned in, resting in his arms.
In the darkness, Deng Siqing's face was as red as a ripe apple, her voice soft and sweet.
"Da Fei, sing me a song."
Lin Chudong thought for a moment, "How about I hum a little tune for you?"
"Okay."
\n\nAfter a long while, Deng Siqing's even breaths landed on Lin Chudong's neck.
\n\nLin Chudong turned his head, his nose close to her hair, and took a deep sniff. The scent was somewhat addictive.
\n\nOnly after Sister Deng fell asleep did he dare to hum the lyrics of the song he'd just heard.
\n\n"A gentle kiss has already touched my heart."
\n\n"A deep love, makes me miss you until now…"
\n\n"You ask how deep my love for you is, how much I love you, my feelings are real, my love is also real, the moon represents my heart…"
\n\n…
The next day, Lin Chudong opened his eyes. Sister Deng had prepared new underwear and a shirt for him on the bedside table, including a pair of red socks with little figures printed on the soles.
Deng Siqing had rewrapped a portion of dumplings, served with plain congee and her mother's pickled vegetables – that was their breakfast.
"Sister Deng."
Deng Siqing smiled, her complexion looking good. She tucked her hair behind her ears, resembling a beauty from a painting.
"Eat up quickly. Are you going back to Modu today?"
"Yes, I have some things to do these two days. I made a game and need to test it before it goes live on the third day of the lunar new year."
"Okay, then be careful on your way. I'm also going back to my hometown today and will be back in a few days."
"You too, be careful."
After breakfast, he saw Lin Chudong off.
Deng Siqing bit her lip and hugged him tightly, whispering, "Can I come to Modu to see you?"
"Of course."
Deng Siqing bit her lip and said, "I'll stay away from Lin Qiqi."
Lin Chudong was speechless. He didn't quite know how to respond to that.
Is Sister Deng something he got from opening a treasure chest after drinking too much? A treasure sister, indeed.
A few seconds later, Deng Siqing raised her head and gently kissed his cheek.
The cold lips brushed against his face, a fleeting contact, and the feeling from that night seemed to resurface.
Brief, but unforgettable.
"Go on, then."
Sister Deng, her face flushed, went to clear the dishes.
Lin Chudong was also a little embarrassed, quickly said goodbye, and closed the door behind him.
Liang Yin Media.
As soon as he entered the company, everyone was actually there.
"You guys didn't go home?"
Liang Yin said, holding her arms and trying to suppress a laugh.
"Don't even mention it, been consoling Wang Zhi all morning."
"Huh? What happened?"
"Just take a look!"
She took out a tablet, and on it was their performance from yesterday, "My Chinese Heart."
Everyone could see clearly that although Da Fei was the main act, the band behind him was also visible.
Only Wang Zhi's face was blocked by the words "replay" on the screen.
The band members were practically rolling on the floor laughing.
Jia Lu said, still chuckling, "Brother Fei, Wang Zhi was really unhappy watching the replay this morning. He spent a fortune online to buy a screen recording."
"But after downloading it, he found his face was still blocked. This time, it was the word 'live broadcast' that was in the way. He's crying in the office now."
Lin Chudong couldn't help but smile. Wang Zhi was too unlucky. He was supposed to get his face shown, but it was blocked by the logo.
Walking into the office, Wang Zhi immediately hugged him.
"Brother Fei, you have to stand up for me! These netizens are killing me!"
Lin Chudong looked at Wang Zhi's phone, which was filled with comments from netizens on their Weibo.
"Yesterday's performance was amazing! Drummer Jia Lu, guitarist Lao Chen, guitarist Xiao Liang, keyboardist Xiao Fei, and bassist 'Replay'."
"That's not right, you're looking at today's version. Yesterday's bassist was 'live-streamed'."
"Ugh, a decent young man, but with two words on his head."
"Maybe he's too ugly, CCTV gave him a mosaic."
"This mosaic is amazing, I bet even his mom can't recognize him."
"..."
Wang Zhi was about to cry. "Brother Fei, I explained it to my family and relatives yesterday, and no one could tell it was me! I'm so wronged!!"
Lin Chudong patted his back.
"It's okay, you'll have your chance to shine sooner or later."
Wang Zhi cried and wailed, but Lin Chudong finally managed to coax him into a better mood by giving him a red envelope with 888 yuan.
It's not easy for a bassist to steal the show these days.
Yao Qiang walked out of the office.
"CEO Lin, all the game code is written. We can do offline testing now. After testing on the local area network, we'll test the online version."
"Okay, if you guys aren't going home, then play for a bit."
"Alright! I, Wang Zhi, am going to show off my amazing skills!"
Downstairs, Wu Bo was also holed up in his office and hadn't gone home.
He posted a Weibo last night.
"Your era will eventually pass, the wheels of history have arrived."
He thought it was very high-class; taking over Da Fei on the Spring Festival Gala would definitely be a classic moment.
Unfortunately, Da Fei actually performed the finale.
What's most infuriating is that his Weibo post was reposted and screenshotted by netizens. Although he had deleted it, the internet was still making fun of him.
"Did the wheels of history run over your face? Stinky tin can!"
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