"It turns out that today's limited edition is a birthday-themed PLAY. It's really good! Who has a birthday today?"
"Are you celebrating the completion of the scenic intangible cultural heritage street?"
"Birthday is an abstract concept. Do you know art? Master Sun is a master of art."
"Come on, hold up the limited edition in your hand and record a video - read it together! Happy birthday!"
"Happy birthday!"
Everyone shouted together.
Chen Jiaxian stood in the moonlight, looking at the people around her cheering, and smiled slightly.
She thought she knew who gave Uncle Sun the idea.
It's Guan Xi.
She held the strap of her old bag.
It didn't matter how sincere or controlling Guan Xi was with her. In the commercial society, who can tell what is true and what is false? People are complex and can have good intentions while having conflicts of interest.
Human nature cannot be 100% perfect. In this world, it is rare to be confused, and one cannot judge one's deeds without caring about one's heart.
She lowered her head and sent a WeChat message to Guan Xi: "Thank you."
She paused and sent another message: "I am very happy."
Guan Xi responded quickly.
"You're welcome."
Chen Jiaxian put away her cell phone and dutifully maintained order until the colleague in charge of the street arrived to take over, then she continued to move forward.
"The fireworks show starts at eight o'clock," someone said.
"We can wait for another hour."
"I'll go over to the fireworks display first to grab a front row seat! Bye~"
The tourists kept talking and laughing, and suddenly a burst of gongs and drums sounded in the distance, cheerful and high-pitched.
People stopped talking and laughing and looked over.
"What kind of trouble is this?" asked the Northeastern eldest brother.
A group of people looked up and saw a dense crowd suddenly surrounding them not far away. Soon, the sound of singing and singing came from inside.
"Cantonese opera?" someone shouted, "Can't you get tickets for Cantonese opera?"
"Coming out of the theater for a performance!"
"I've watched this Cantonese opera before! Friends who can't get tickets! Come on!"
Ever since the national leaders came to Changlefang, this small Cantonese opera theater has been hard to get a ticket. Are you now performing on the street just for the sake of tourists?
As mobile posts, Zhou Yixing and Chen Jiaxian consciously went over to maintain order. Just listen to what people around you are saying:
"I don't understand. What is this song about?"
"Five girls wish me a happy birthday! It's a story about celebrating a birthday..."
"What day is it today? Happy birthday is everywhere in Changlefang?"
"You don't understand, this is an artistic concept..."
Chen Jiaxian stopped moving her hands. She turned around and caught sight of the Cantonese opera actors.
Uncle Jiang and Grandma Jin in the crowd looked at her, waved and smiled at her. One of the Cantonese opera actors suddenly turned to her side.
Chen Jiaxian clearly heard screams and pictures being taken from all sides.
The actor smiled and cupped her hand from afar:
"The peonies bloom and laugh in the spring breeze,
Ximanhuatang Chinese red.
I wish you all the best,
May you always be happy and prosperous. "
With a crash, the people in front of Chen Jiaxian screamed:
"Ahhhh, you sang it to me!! This is so doting!!!"
The Northeastern eldest brother's voice is very recognizable: "It's so enthusiastic. It's here. I really dig out everything I have." He said to Chen Jiaxian very familiarly, "This voice is about to reach the sky, and it is as good as the sun." Side by side, right?"
Chen Jiaxian smiled, rolled her eyes, and nodded.
"Your Yuecheng Intangible Cultural Heritage Street really has a special birthday." The Northeastern eldest brother continued to praise.
Zhou Yixing asked in a friendly manner: "Brother, where are you from?"
The Northeastern eldest brother said: "I am from Erbin."
Zhou Yixing said: "Harbin, right?"
Erbin's eldest brother said: "Erbin has been overrun by tourists. I can't get a taxi or play the games with my local ID card, and the tofu cakes are filled with candy! I can't play anymore, so I come to your place to play."
There was laughter all around.
More and more people came over, and Zhou Yixing poked at Chen Jiaxian: "This Changlefang birthday song has already been written all over the Little Red Book!" She regretted, "It's a pity that we have a silence order and can't post the video, otherwise you High and low can create a wave of hot spots."
Chen Jiaxian looked at the heavily made-up appearance in front of her and said, "That's enough. I'm really happy."
Zhou Yixing nodded: "Of course I'm happy! What a coincidence, it's your birthday today and you can hear such a birthday song!"
Chen Jiaxian nodded: "What a coincidence."
She smiled and kept walking forward.
Behind him, the Cantonese opera aria ended, and the lingering sound gradually dissipated. The crowd dispersed, and many people were still thinking about this unique birthday song. Suddenly Brother Erbin said loudly: "Look! I've got a new life again! It's really good!"
A red lion soars into the sky!
"Lion dance! Today is indeed Changlefang's big day! Make a lot of money!"
People who had just finished lining up in the distance, who had watched the Cantonese opera arias, and people who were preparing to watch the fireworks show, all came over.
"May you be happy and prosperous!"
With a shout, the music starts!
"Congratulations on your longevity and longevity, and wish you a happy birthday!"
"Every year has today! Every year has today! Congratulations! Congratulations!"
In the deafening "Birthday Song", Chen Jiaxian watched in surprise as two lions, one red and one yellow, danced from far to near, circling and prancing up to her.
The lion's mouth suddenly opened, and a salute suddenly shot out. The bright ribbons flew all over the sky and landed on everyone's heads. In the midst of the cheers and chaos, Chen Jiaxian stood on the spot, reached out and touched a bright red thread.
Zhou Yixing looked at Chen Jiaxian with some uncertainty: "Why are there so many birthday celebrations today? Are they all here to congratulate you?" Then she laughed again, "Hey, how could this kind of scenic performance be just for one person? I What are you thinking, hahaha!"
On the other side, Pan Qiaomu checked the time and waited anxiously. While waiting, I received a message on WeChat.
A message from Mama Sang, who cooperates with the club: "Mr. Pan, we invited two teams of lion dancers. Manager Chen likes it very much."
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Pan Qiaomu looked at it and his eyes widened.
He sent a "?" very restrainedly.
Mama Sang: "Mr. Pan, please don't show up. Let's give Director Chen some birthday romance. Just tell her that it was arranged by you. Try to get this beauty back as soon as possible. We will cooperate more in the future!"
Pan Qiaomu's face turned red instantly, and he hurriedly replied: "No, who did you listen to that?!"
Mama Sang: "Mr. Pan, what line of work do I do? Don't worry, I know your group's rules and will keep them confidential. Lips/Blow a kiss/Please introduce more customers to us in the future and maintain cooperation! Hold your fist/"
Pan Qiaomu's replies were added, deleted, and before he could send them, another one came from the other side.
Mama Sang: "Mr. Pan, I am a professional, please listen to me. You have to take the initiative, look down, and lower your body. A strong girl is afraid of stalking a man, and a good girl is afraid of a bitch. Chasing girls is not a good idea. You can’t be reasonable and you can’t be shameless.”
Bitch.
Pan Qiaomu took a deep breath and pressed his temples. He thought of his diamonds floating on the sea, then of Chen Jiaxian's harsh conditions, and finally of his tragic situation of being completely blacklisted.
"You may have misunderstood, I have principles..." Pan Qiaomu typed angrily and then deleted everything. He gritted his teeth several times and finally put away his phone irritably.
In fact, principles and bottom lines can be negotiated even if they cannot be compromised. How can anyone upset the table as soon as the negotiations begin?
He should be tougher. What's wrong? Don't men have self-respect?
Why should he lower his stature?
How else could he lower his stature?
Pan Qiaomu looked at the time sadly and angrily, it was approaching 8 o'clock. The fireworks show will start soon, and Chen Jiaxian and other staff will soon arrive.
Pan Qiaomu glanced left and right. It was half-dark at night, crowded with tourists, and no familiar people nearby.
He quickly turned on the front camera of his phone, pointed it at himself, looked at it for a moment, stretched out his hand, and unbuttoned a shirt button.
He looked at himself on the phone, shook his neck from side to side, and tightened the corners of his lips.
After a moment, he untied another one with an expressionless expression.
The cold wind blew, took a turn, and penetrated into his open collar.
Pan Qiaomu shuddered and threw the phone into his suit pocket again with a cold face.
But unbuttoned.
Want him to lower his stature?
What international joke are you kidding, he is a womanizer?
