Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity-Chapter 528 - 286: Thanks for the invitation, after hearing the first sentence, people have already started eating grass on the mountain_2

Chapter 528: Chapter 286: Thanks for the invitation, after hearing the first sentence, people have already started eating grass on the mountain_2

His heart was pounding like crazy, almost jumping out of his chest. The thumping echoed in his ears, and he even had auditory hallucinations of blood rushing through his veins.

Xu Qingyan realized that Pei Muchan’s waist was indeed very supple, probably because she had danced before. With a light pinch, his entire hand could cover the side of her waistline.

It wasn’t until he tried to take it further that he suddenly felt her tremble. In that instant, he didn’t dare continue and withdrew his hand without a trace.

Perhaps feeling unsatisfied, they switched positions.

Pei Muchan continued to kiss him while sitting on his lap, pausing now and then to catch her breath. Kissing for too long could lead to oxygen deprivation, making one weak over time.

After kissing for a while, they parted again. Pei Muchan’s eyes were no longer bright, somewhat dull and hazy. Her eyelids half-closed, a stray lock of hair messily sticking to her lips.

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After calming down for a moment, Pei Muchan finally came back to her senses.

She smoothed her hair, still a bit dazed, then turned to stare at him. Her expression was somewhat puzzled, as if she had been kissed breathless.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she shook her head.

Pei Muchan looked down, suddenly realizing something she had been hesitant and unsure about how to begin. She was also afraid; she thought it would be very sad if they broke up.

For some reason, the ludicrous thought crossed her mind that because she feared breaking up, she had been hesitant to start anything.

Maybe she wasn’t sure, in case it didn’t work out in the end.

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On second thought, Pei Muchan felt that she was somewhat in the wrong. She had only thought about enjoying the moment but never considered starting a romantic relationship, which certainly wouldn’t work out in the long run.

“Haven’t had enough kisses?” Xu Qingyan suddenly asked.

Upon hearing this, Pei Muchan looked up at him, seemingly pondering the question of whether it had been enough.

“I think… it should be enough.”

“Kiss a little longer?” he asked.

“Mhm.”

Ten minutes later, they finally ended their long-overdue reunion with numb lips. The inherent modesty of Chinese people is completely put aside when no one is around.

“You kissed too forcefully,” one of them accused the other jokingly.

“It wasn’t me!” Pei Muchan slapped him lightly, stood up, took a tissue from the desk to wipe her mouth, and handed Xu Qingyan one, “For you.”

Xu Qingyan took it, “Are we kissing again tomorrow?”

“Stop it, just stop,” Pei Muchan covered her face, her cheeks flushed to her ears, “Let’s pretend nothing happened tonight, tomorrow.”

“Free love?” Xu Qingyan was shocked.

With another slap, Pei Muchan couldn’t help but hit him again, her face still red as she spoke.

“No!”

Now she was truly kissed silly, her mind almost crashing. Her words were less considered, and facing Xu Qingyan’s teasing, she was clearly outmatched.

Pei Muchan felt she was constantly oscillating between clarity and indulgence, slowly succumbing. At the moment, she didn’t care and watched Xu Qingyan lazily, then suddenly asked.

“Did you record that song yet?”

“Which one?”

Pei Muchan tilted her head in thought for a moment, “Nanshan Nan, that artsy song. I didn’t expect you to write something like that, did you come up with it in college?”

This question left Xu Qingyan unsure how to respond, as sometimes the same song could be perceived so differently by listeners and the singer.

“Ah, that, I… right, that song, what about it?” Xu Qingyan coughed, covering his embarrassment.

“Nothing, it’s quite nice,” Pei Muchan rested her hands on the chair, as if playing on a seesaw, and after a moment, she said, “I’m quite surprised. It’s different from your usual style.”

Her words were polite, but Xu Qingyan could tell what she meant. Pei Muchan seemed to think “Nanshan Nan” was too simple, both the lyrics and the melody.

Perhaps in her eyes, writing such a song wasn’t too difficult.

Just as Lin Wanzhou wouldn’t sing Anhe Bridge, this song also remained on Xu Qingyan’s hard drive, now unsure how to monetize it. It wasn’t suitable for him to sing.

Folk music is both niche and mainstream. “Nanshan Nan” may be a bit contrived, but it tells a complete story with a beautiful melody.

In short, it’s all about practicality.

Must folk singers always cling to their ideals, remaining niche for life? Always being sophisticated, seeking art over commerce, living a life of poverty?

So, there’s no right or wrong in this. It can’t necessarily be called elegant, profound, or classy, but it definitely carries a positive message—when belted out by Xu Qingyan.

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Many people dug into niche folk music because of “Nanshan Nan.”

As they listened, some even discovered hidden gems, becoming engrossed in folk music and helping many unknown folk singers gain the spotlight.

“Changing styles is good too, what’s the point of always being so serious? It’s tiring,” Xu Qingyan said with a laugh, “As long as they don’t have too many expectations from me, they won’t be disappointed.”

Pei Muchan looked at the man before her. Her eyes seemed to brim with spring water. She couldn’t see through how much Xu Qingyan was hiding, to speak so lightly like that.

It seemed like he didn’t care much for fame, or perhaps being famous once was too exhausting, and after finding a new direction in which to spend his talent, he lost interest in singing?

“What’s wrong? Does that sound a bit pretentious?” Xu Qingyan asked curiously.

Pei Muchan nodded, “A little.”

“To be honest, there’s nothing wrong with staying popular,” Xu Qingyan said, “Who doesn’t want to make money effortlessly? But given a choice, of course, I’d choose the best option.”

“Hmm, record your single tomorrow?” Pei Muchan asked.