Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity

Looking up, the temple was vast, its sacred image majestic.

White smoke floated around, with the crowded people lowering their eyes in compliance, murmuring quietly among themselves, queuing up and bowing their heads like ants.

The Great Compassion Vajra Bodhisattva looked down upon all beings, as mortals knelt upon the mountains and fields. The sounds of chanting sutras filled the air, the sacred hymns lingering on.

It was Lin Wanzhou's turn, the young girl wearing a black mask, her hat already taken off. She knelt gracefully in front of the cushion, hands pressed together, eyes closed, an image of unspeakable devotion.

Her willowy figure swayed gently, like the quality of blue smoke.

The girl and the ancient temple somehow harmonized inexplicably.

Xu Qingyan also bowed, praying for blessings for his mother.

Recently, he had many friends and family around him, he couldn't possibly give each one of them a blessing. So he made a vow to Buddha, wishing for all his loved ones and friends to be in good health.

The Buddha asks how many days, you say...

He didn't know what to wish for, so he simply prayed for a long and healthy life for Miss Zhang Hongmei.

Being sick is the hardest time, and those sitting beside the sickbed felt just as helpless. Those who have been to a hospital understand that prayers there are even more sincere than in temples.

He didn't expect the temple to be particularly miraculous but prayed as a matter of course, habitually placing all his hopes on Zhang Hongmei.

Just like in his childhood, how she used to habitually stuff all the candies in her hand to Xu Qingyan.

After leaving the main hall, the two of them turned towards the bell tower on the eastern side. There wasn't really a direction; they were just following the crowd, for there's always someone smart among them.

"Hey, what wish did you just make?" Xu Qingyan glanced at Lin Wanzhou.

"For peace," she said.

Xu Qingyan was about to speak when he braked his thoughts just in time.

Most people come to the temple to pray for peace; he didn't care much. He almost inadvertently asked "Who are you praying for peace?" which would have been really foolish to say out loud.

Lin Wanzhou's father had died in a car accident, and the stern Mrs. Guan Jin had also passed away. Who could she pray for?

"I see, I don't actually believe in these things," he quickly changed the subject, "I just suddenly felt like writing a screenplay, something related to a temple."

"A screenplay?" Lin Wanzhou was successfully distracted, blinking as she leaned in and asked, "Is it about Shaolin Temple?"

"Xianxia," he said.

Lin: "...."

She thought hard but couldn't figure out what the connection was between temples and the fantasy genre. At the very least, mentioning a martial arts story would at least align with the Shaolin sect.

He turned to look back towards the mountain gate, the sheer cliff rising into the sky like an inverted sword, stirring a deep emotion.

Just then, a group of people coming down from the red pavilion entered the path, wearing red tourist caps, bustling into the otherwise slowly moving crowd with loud shouts.

Xu Qingyan, worried that Lin Wanzhou would get separated in the commotion, simply took her hand and led her in another direction. It was a deserted slope with nothing but fallen branches on the ground.

Lin Wanzhou bowed her head and followed, her palm sweating slightly from being held, her face flushed to the ears.

She looked down at her lashes, noticing Xu Qingyan's neatly pressed tracksuit and clean white sneakers. The edges of the shoes were rimmed with some mud, leaving shallow footprints on the ground with each step.

Groups of tourists looked on at the two who, like a young couple, climbed up the small hillock out of step with the crowd, casting surprised glances, thinking that youth was indeed wonderful.

To say they were holding hands wasn't quite right; Xu Qingyan had pulled her up a stretch before naturally letting go.

Turning his head, he saw Lin Wanzhou looking disconsolate.

"What's wrong?"

"Hmm," she responded, then shook her head, "I just suddenly remembered some things from the past. You screwed the cap on my water bottle too tight, and I haven't had a sip of water all morning."

"Huh? That happened?" Xu Qingyan was shocked, "Are you sure it was me?"

Lin Wanzhou didn't reply, just silently gave him a look. That look seemed to say, do you really have no recollection of how mischievous you were back then?

"Uh... maybe just childish and not thinking right back then." He was slightly embarrassed, bent down to pick up a straight branch, and waved it around with interest.

Imagining it to be an exceptional sword, he thought of Jing Tian's magic sword and couldn't help but laugh foolishly.

The sunlight through the trees was dazzling, Lin Wanzhou looked up and saw his tall figure, the clean nape of his neck shading the light, and his hair appeared golden.

The only thing disrupting this image was him playing happily with that branch in his hand.

"Are you still... with her?" Lin Wanzhou reached the top of the hillock, looked down at the sea of people below, and felt an instant sense of relief.

There were too many people, like being inside a sardine can.

"With who?" Xu Qingyan turned his head, still gripping the straight branch in his hand.

Lin Wanzhou could tell he really liked that branch, it almost seemed to fascinate him more than she did. Her cheeks puffed up involuntarily, she never thought she would be jealous of a smooth branch one day.

"Are you still staying in her studio? Her... Pei Muchan."

"Yes, it's convenient there for writing songs," Xu Qingyan admitted frankly, there wasn't anything to hide, he was not on the love variety show anymore, no need to carry water anymore.

"I might need to help her with an album soon, and then you mentioned you wanted to compete in the music contest, I've prepared a few pieces for that as well. Though my skills are limited, whether they'll actually be used, we'll have to see," he added.

"Later today when I get back, I'll try to get the demo tracks to you as soon as possible, and we'll talk about the follow-up after Sister Yun has had a look."

"Sure, don't overwork yourself," she advised.

"It's not too bad, mainly just starting from scratch, so it takes some effort early on," Xu Qingyan said, "You're the one who needs to take care of yourself, don't work too hard."

"Oh," she acknowledged, not quite sure how to feel, somewhat deflated.