The next morning, Liao Liao woke up early and turned to look at the bed beside her, where Qi Jie was still sleeping soundly. She got out of bed and washed up by herself. As she brushed her teeth, she felt a bit uneasy. It wasn't even seven o'clock yet, but outside there were constant dripping sounds. After finishing brushing her teeth, she opened the curtains to take a look and only then did she realize that it was raining outside.

  The rain is not heavy, but it's drizzling on and off.

  There were several tall willow trees in the yard behind the hotel, and when the raindrops hit them, they fell down with a pattering sound, which was exactly the noise she had heard just now.

  The sky was a bit foggy, and in a small alley behind the hotel, people occasionally walked by with umbrellas.

  She opened the window and stretched out her hand.

  The rainwater is a bit cool, the air is unusually humid, and the temperature is not low.

  She took a glance back at Qijie, who was still sleeping soundly, then pushed the window back some more, leaving only a hand's width of gap. She didn't wear a bra, but turned around to find a vest to put on, then moved the chair in the room to the window and sat down, quietly watching the rain outside, the tung tree, the alley, pedestrians, and umbrellas.

  The room was very quiet, with only the air conditioner's outlet blowing air and Qi Jie's extremely faint breathing sound. Outside the window, it was also very quiet, with rainwater falling continuously on the leaves and on the ground.

  No car sounds, no human voices.

  Liao Liao sat in these two kinds of quietness that were worlds apart.

  It was a rare moment for her.

  She's not stupid, she knows how reckless and life-threatening it is to come out and sing this time.

  She also understood that although Mr. Cao had promised to give a song, it was considered that this trip was not in vain, but the road ahead was still not allowed to hold any hope.

  Even so, Cao Yun has promised a song, but whether his song can meet his own requirements and whether it will be used in the end are still uncertain.

  So what if you've run through all the next few places and still can't get the song?

  Or, apart from Cao Yun, even if you get one or two more songs, but they don't fit your style, what can you do?

  The album will definitely be released, and this rare opportunity is not something she can let go of. However, if there aren't any better works added to it, relying solely on the five songs that have already been selected and recorded... She knows that maybe achieving an ordinary result, such as selling a gold record, won't be a problem, but wanting to do better is almost impossible.

  As for what Huang Wenjuan thought, just those five songs are enough to carry a whole album, it's even more absurd.

  In Liao Liao's view, the five songs that have been recorded can only be categorized as being driven - if there are two to three, or even just one good song that fans will like and be willing to buy the album, then the few songs that have been recorded may be able to make fans not feel disappointed after listening to that masterpiece, but if they rely on them to boost sales - they're not good enough!

  To put it simply, if Liao Liao just wanted to rush out an album and sell a decent number of copies, or even use this album to barely squeeze into the circle of second-rate singers, then grab the opportunity to make money while the iron is hot, the resources she currently has in hand are already sufficient, really sufficient.

  But if she wants to make a big splash or even if she doesn't become a huge star, but starts to have her own style, her own representative works, or even starts to have her own die-hard fans...

  She also needs at least one more masterpiece!

  But for now, it seems she is really hard to find.

  Outside the window, the sound of rain was pouring down, she looked at the gray sky and sighed unconsciously.

  "Why sigh?"

  Liao Liao suddenly turned his head and said, "Sigh? What's wrong?"

  Qijie seemed to have woken up early and was leaning against the headboard with a quilt in her arms, looking at her. Upon hearing this, she let out a disdainful "hmm".

  This is a rather aesthetically pleasing scene: Qijie's face still has a hint of the residual redness from just waking up from a good dream, and her eyes are also slightly narrowed, but her beautiful face, delicate features seem to be even more beautifully dreamy. Her long black hair cascades down in front of her chest, with the ends of her neatly curled locks slightly raised, the quilt only reaches her chest, exposing large patches of snow-white skin, contrasting with her shiny black hair and light purple curls.

  "Is it raining heavily? Where do you want to go and play today?" she asked.

  "It's not that big, but it should have started from midnight... I'm not going out today, just resting in the room," said Liao Liao.

  "Alright." Qijie nodded and stretched her waist, lifting up the quilt and getting out of bed.

  Incidentally, Liao Liao caught a glimpse of the portable player beside her pillow again.

  "Hey, by the way, I wanted to ask you last night, what was that thing you were listening to? I opened it and saw that the tape is a blank tape. Did you record something yourself?"

  Qijie nodded slightly, "Mm, I recorded it myself."

  As she mentioned this, the sleepiness on her face gradually disappeared, and she suddenly became enthusiastic. She had originally wanted to go wash up, but instead sat back down on the bed, picked up the recorder, and shook it at Liao Liao, saying: "Do you still remember when I called you about not being able to find that song online? It wasn't until later that I found out that the person singing upstairs was actually a student in my class! My own student! And do you know what's even more amazing? He said that those songs he sang were written by himself... I was completely stunned at the time!"

  Liao Liao was taken aback for a moment and couldn't help but laugh, "Oh, so you're saying that your class has produced another young genius? Ha!"

  "Of course!" Qijie was excited, beckoning her, "Hey, come over, come on, you listen to him, he sings really well, and the songs he writes are super good too!"

  Liao Liao waved his hand, "Forget it! You're teaching high school, right? Ah yes, high school sophomore. I'm really not interested in something written by a little kid who's just started high school..."

  After a pause, she said: "But you darling, be careful, this kind of boy who starts writing songs in high school has infinite destructive power towards women... Don't accidentally fall for him!"

  "Hiss!"

  Qijie invited her, "Come on, just listen to a good one, okay?"

  Liao Liao shook his head and smiled, then turned his head to look out of the window.

  I don't know if it's because of the rain, but her mood today is really not good.

  Qijie helplessly and disappointedly put down the recorder, got out of bed and went to wash up.

  At this time, Liao Liao suddenly asked: "By the way, baby, did you get permission from others when you recorded their songs?"

  "Ah?" Qijie was washing her face and didn't hear clearly, so she turned off the faucet and stuck her head out to look at her. Liao Liao had to repeat what she said again. Qijie looked stunned for a moment, then shook her head, "What's wrong? It's not good like this?"

  Liao Liao touched his nose and turned back to close the window, walking over while saying: "It's not just bad! It's a taboo in our line of work!"

  Qijie nodded, looking confused, thought for a moment, then smiled and said: "It's okay, I'll just listen to it myself! You don't even want to listen to it, do you?" She went back to washing her face.

  She had just finished cleaning up when someone knocked on the door.

  Zi Jie put on her clothes, Liao Liao went to open the door.

  It was Huang Wenjuan, and she was carrying several bags of food in her hands.

  "This is fried dough stick, this is soy milk, and I also bought a bowl of millet porridge, whoever wants to drink it can drink it. Oh right, I also bought a basket of steamed buns!" She put down the things, smiled at Qijie, and asked Liao Liao, "Sister, are we still going out today?"

  Qijie was boasting there, saying to Liao Liao: "I said, is your wife usually treated badly by you? This is too conscientious, it's raining and she still goes out early in the morning to buy breakfast for you!"

  Liao Liao ignored them and started slowly looking for clothes and getting dressed as soon as she walked back in the door.

  The room gradually fell silent.

  She first took off her vest, put on a bra, then opened the suitcase to find a T-shirt to wear, and one by one put on jeans, socks, shoes... After everything was ready, seeing everyone staring at her, she forced a smile, sat down beside the bed, and said: "Eat up, you guys! Why are you staring at me?"

  Qijie looked at her, "Hey, what's wrong with you? I felt that something was off about you just now!"

  Huang Wenjuan looked at Liao Liao and then at Qi Jie, wanting to say something but didn't dare.

  "In fact, Liao Liao sometimes transforms into a artistic young woman." She said in her heart.

  Liao Liao picked up the soy milk, inserted a straw and took a sip first, then picked up a small steamed bun, carefully took a bite, slowly chewed for a moment, and swallowed it down.

  Then she looked up at Huang Wenjuan and turned her head to look at Qi Jie, asking: "Juanzi, Xiao Jie, do you think I'm being a bit too fanciful this time?"

  Qijie was taken aback for a moment, "Why ask this? This is a bit...not like you!"

  Huang Wenjuan hastened to comfort her beside, "Sister, actually, you're mainly...mainly too impatient!"

  Liao Liao turned her head to look at her, and Huang Wenjuan saw that she didn't seem to be furious, so she continued: "I know you're not very satisfied with the current song selection for the album, but those classic songs aren't easy to come by. To be honest, even among our company's four big-name artists, they didn't become popular overnight either. Their first albums didn't sell well, and it took them several years to gain some fame and status before they could get their hands on some good songs... Uh, I'm just talking nonsense, if I said anything wrong, don't be angry!"

  Liao Liao smiled and said, "Go on, you actually understand this? Never mind, continue speaking."

  Huang Wenjuan said: "You always think you can swallow a big fat man in one mouthful, that's not very realistic!"

  Liao Liao nodded, remained silent for a moment, then stuffed the half steamed bun from his chopsticks into his mouth and started chewing vigorously.

  Huang Wenjuan turned her head to look at Qi Jie, with some inquiring meaning in her eyes.

  Qijie shook her head at her, indicating it was nothing.

  Then she invited Huang Wenjuan, "Come on, Juanzi, you sit in the chair, let's start eating!"

  After Huang Wenjuan sat down, she suddenly had an idea and brought the recorder over to her, handing it to Huang Wenjuan, "Come on, listen to this."

  Before Huang Wenjuan could even reach out to take it, Liao Liao smiled and pointed at Qi Jie with his chopsticks, then stretched out his hand to grab the recorder, saying: "I say, do you have to be like that, wanting others to listen too?"

  As she spoke, she put down her chopsticks and plugged in her earbuds, smiling: "I can say ugly words with my head held high, just wait and see, I'll make the song you think is divine sound worthless!"

  After she finished speaking, she saw that Qijie was just smiling and pressed the play button. Then she picked up her chopsticks to pick up the fried dough sticks, but soon her chopsticks stopped in mid-air.