HuaYu: The most muscular director in history!

Time flies, and it's January 27th.

During this week, Yifei made the most of the last bit of time before filming wrapped up, shooting small scenes against the green screen every day.

They're all just short clips, a few minutes long, showing all sorts of silly antics and cuteness.

Xiang Nan, who was far away in Guangdong, was so cute that he woke up from his dream!

Over the course of a week, Yifei sent Xiang Nan nearly twenty minutes of videos, some featuring her in red cheongsams, some in red gowns, and some in red trench coats.

Every video is quite pleasing to the eye.

The two kids, one daring to send and the other daring to receive, worked together silently on their big mission until Liu's mother came out to stop them, which brought it to an end.

At 7 p.m. that evening, Xiang Nan brought Feng Man to the Guangdong Broadcasting Center.

He embarked on another promotional tour, visiting a new city almost every day. This was no longer his home base of Kyoto, so he had no choice but to bring his assistant along.

On the fourth floor of the broadcasting center, Xiang Nan glanced at the time, exchanged a few words with Feng Man, and then turned and walked towards the broadcasting studio.

"Teacher Chen."

"Ah, Teacher Xiang, you're here."

A woman in a shirt stood up, shook hands with Xiang Nan, and after exchanging pleasantries for a moment and going over the script, they quickly began recording the program.

"Sizzle—"

"Dear listeners, welcome to Guangdong Radio Music Channel, FM99.3/MusicFM, bringing you the most beautiful pop music 24 hours a day."

"I'm your host, Chen Danling. Today, we've invited a special audience member, Xiang Nan, a rising star from mainland China who has topped the China Music Chart for twenty consecutive days!"

Xiang Nan lowered his head with difficulty and held up the microphone: "Hello everyone, I am the new singer Xiang Nan."

"Hey—Xiang Nan, your Cantonese sounds so nice!"

Xiang Nan kept his head down, reciting the same script: "Really? Do you know what the first Cantonese phrase I learned was?"

"What is it?"

"Let's drink tea first, there's no point in doing so much!"

"Hahaha……"

Radio broadcasts are always boring at the beginning. In those days, many people listened to the radio just for the final music segment.

But if the radio host has a pleasant voice, that's a different story.

"Next, we will randomly select audience members to connect via video call. Let's see who will be our first lucky winner today!"

As soon as Chen Danling finished speaking, she pressed the button to start the connection.

"Sizzle—"

After the static noise subsided, a middle-aged man's voice rang out.

"Feed?"

Is this Cantonese Music Radio?

Chen Danling adjusted the pitch, then asked gently, "This is Cantonese Radio. May I ask if you speak Mandarin, sir?"

"Doesn't Xiang Nan speak Cantonese?"

Xiang Nan quickly added, "It's all scripted. I actually practiced for a long time."

Chen Danling's eyes widened!

Dude, are you being really that direct? Are you kidding me?

"Haha... You're quite straightforward, I like that."

Xiang Nan broke out in a cold sweat: "Sir, you're joking. My sexual orientation is perfectly normal."

"Huh? Hahaha... Interesting, interesting."

Seeing the studio filled with the laughter of these middle-aged men, Chen Danling quickly stepped forward to guide the flow of the proceedings.

"What is your name, sir?"

"His surname is Xiang."

"Huh? You have the same last name as me?"

"No, I mean the direction."

Chen Danling pondered for a moment, then asked doubtfully, "There aren't many people with the surname Xiang in Guangdong. Isn't Mr. Xiang a local?"

"That's right, I came from Chongqing and have settled here for twenty years."

Xiang Nan chimed in, not wanting the radio station to fall silent: "That's quite a coincidence! I'm also from Chongqing. Duck blood, you fellow Chongqing natives!"

……

There was silence on the radio, then suddenly Mr. Xiang's sobbing could be heard.

"Waaah..."

Xiang Nan and Chen Danling exchanged a glance.

Xiang Nan looked completely bewildered, while Chen Danling was beaming with excitement.

"Mr. Xiang, what's wrong? Is something bothering you?"

"Yes, sorry, the wind accidentally blew some into my eyes. I haven't heard my fellow villager's dialect in so long."

Chen Danling's eyes lit up: "Could you tell me your story?"

Xiang Nan frowned.

What's wrong with this person's mentality? The other person has already lost their composure, and you still want them to recall it? Isn't that like rubbing salt into a wound?

For the next ten minutes, this man kept telling his story.

The gist of it is: He went to Guangdong alone to make a living, and finally made it big in middle age, only to have his wife run off with someone else, and then came the devastating news of his elderly father from his hometown. In short, it was a tragedy!

After he finished telling his story, Chen Danling glanced at the time and prepared to end the first live stream.

"Okay, Mr. Xiang, I'm very sorry to have brought back sad memories for you. To end the video call, let's enjoy the song 'Fairy Tale' performed by Xiang Nan."

"Wait! Host!"

Chen Danling was interrupted before she could finish speaking, because Mr. Xiang didn't want to listen to "Fairy Tale".

Xiang Nan rolled his eyes!

He just got dumped, and you're telling him to listen to "Fairy Tale" instead of "Good Luck"?

"So what would you like to hear? Xiang Nan has only prepared three songs for us today..."

"Wait..." Chen Danling was interrupted again, this time by Xiang Nan.

He lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then leaned closer to the microphone and asked, "May I sing a new song a cappella?"

"Sure," Mr. Xiang replied quickly. "As long as it's not a fairy tale."

Xiang Nan nodded slightly and turned to wave towards the door.

A moment later, the broadcasting studio door opened, and Feng Man quietly walked in carrying a guitar.

"Thanks."

Feng Man gave a thumbs up: "Keep it up!"

After the broadcasting room quieted down again, Xiang Nan plucked the strings with his fingertips, and a desolate prelude echoed in the broadcasting room.

Meanwhile, listeners across Guangdong who were listening to Music Radio were pleasantly surprised.

The moment the song began, she lowered her eyes again.

"Leave quietly."

"Being alone."

"Crowded memories erased by time."

In the broadcasting studio, Chen Danling nodded in rhythm with the music.

This seems to be a sad Chinese song?

This wasn't just her thought; everyone listening to the radio right now shared the same idea.

until--

Until Xiang Nan slightly parted his lips, he started the action at zero frame.

"I've been living in Guangdong for ten years."

Sometimes I miss the days we spent together, but things have changed.

"Let this sky connect us."

I miss you~~~

Cantonese! Chen Danling's eyes widened.

It's a combination of Mandarin and Cantonese? Surprisingly, it works perfectly!

And...it sounds so good!

"Waaaaah..."

When Mr. Xiang heard the line "I have been wandering in Guangdong for ten years," he was already starting to lose his voice. When he heard the line "Sometimes I miss the days we spent together, but things have changed," he could no longer hold back and burst into tears.

"Ah... hiss—ahhh!"

The listeners in front of the radio fell silent, their eyes red with tears. They did not blame Mr. Xiang for ruining the song.

On the contrary, they felt that they were also "Mr. Xiang": each of us is the master of our own life, but also a slave to life.

"I believe in you, just like we did back then, walking together through these ten years in Guangdong. Happiness has left, and I sigh with regret for what we had!"

"Believe in yourself. Even if being strong is just a mask of courage, you still need the courage to live a vibrant life!"

As the final chorus approached, Xiang Nan tossed his head back, and veins bulged on his neck once again.

"I've been wandering in Guangdong for ten years!"

Sometimes I miss the past, even though things have changed.

"Let this sky connect us."

I miss you~~~

The cries and the singing mingled until the last line of the lyrics was sung. Xiang Nan took a deep breath and suppressed the emotions that had been stirred up.

"Thank you..." Chen Danling had just started to speak when she suddenly realized that her voice was a little hoarse.

After coughing twice, she professionally continued hosting: "Thank you, Xiang Nan, for bringing us such a moving song. Thank you, Mr. Xiang, for joining us. Do you have any more questions?"

There was a silence of about ten seconds in the broadcasting studio before Mr. Xiang's choked voice came through: "I...can I know its name?"

Xiang Nan twisted his neck and lowered his head with difficulty: "A love story from Guangdong."

"A Love Story from Guangdong..."

"Thanks, bro."

"It's okay, keep looking forward, brother. When you die, you're like a bird soaring to the sky. Love life, but love yourself even more."

"Okay, thank you for connecting, Mr. Xiang. Let's take a short break and start the next call." Chen Danling took over the conversation again, knowing that if she didn't, who knew what else Xiang Nan might say.

This kid is too honest; he dares to say anything!

They both breathed a sigh of relief after disconnecting the connection.

"Click—"

The door opened, and Feng Man walked over in a few steps, took the guitar, and then handed Xiang Nan a bottle of water.

Seeing Xiang Nan's exhausted expression, she couldn't help but interject, "How about taking a day off tomorrow?"

Xiang Nan raised his hand to cover the back of his neck, thinking to himself that he couldn't afford not to rest!