Shen Jia prepared well for today’s euphemistic comfort and encouragement.

After playing a large number of fan-made videos, Shen Jia also pulled out a large collection of music critics’ reviews of “A New Life” for Qi Cong to see. Then he very thoughtfully pointed out the key points in these reviews to Qi Cong while flipping through them, and finally concluded – most of the industry professionals are highly supportive of Qi Cong’s song.

After this, Shen Jia opened each music playing platform one by one, and opened the popularity chart and new songs charts, as well as the comments of the fans under “A New Life” on each platform to show Qi Cong. Shen Jia excitedly said that “A New Life” was now super popular and from the day it was released, it soared to the top, turning over each platform chart!

After that, he opened a bunch of screenshots of Weibo and Le Play’s popular and hot searches to show to Qi Cong. The screenshots showed that during the time when Qi Cong was avoiding the outside world because of his personal matters, the popularity of “A New Life” was gradually rising and spreading, together with the vlog and livestream.

Finally, Shen Jia opened the weekly popularity list from Weibo and showed Qi Cong that his MV was ranked third.

“Last night, your debut song ‘A New Life’ was broadcast on the Beicheng TV station, and the ratings were very high. After the show was over, your fans and passers-by made this edited version of the video a hit. “

Qi Cong looked at the video and found that its cover was actually the moment when he came on stage and paused in a daze because he saw so many fans.

Shen Jia clicked on the video and the first thing that popped up was the image of Qi Cong standing next to the host and bowing slightly towards the audience.

A few pop-ups floated across the screen.

–His first reaction was to stop because he couldn’t believe so many people were there for him, right? Oooooh, details kill me.

-His first reaction after coming back to his senses was actually to bow and say thank you. Ahhhhh, he is so nice.

– After brainstorming a lot of things my head hurts. Sisters, spoil him for me! Spoil him! He suffered too much.

Shen Jia said, “Under normal circumstances, an artist’s fans will become very active when they first become popular. Brother Cong, your fans are also very active, and unlike the fans of other pop artists, your fan group shows a strong solidarity from the very beginning of their appearance. Brother Cong do you know what your fans call themselves?”

Qi Cong adjusted the emotions created by these videos and asked, “I don’t know, what are they called?”

“They’re called Firth. It’s the fir tree with wood character.” Shen Jia said, while taking out his phone to start a search. He showed the searched encyclopedia information to Qi Cong. “It’s this. A tree which can also be called fir. It can also be used as a construction material.”

Qi Cong froze.

His eyes fell on the sentence “Fir– a tree, also known as the evergreen tree” in the encyclopedia, remembering the faint smell of fir that always seemed to coexist with Gu Xun. His heart seemed to be stung by something and became a little sour.

Was this a coincidence?

Or….

Shen Jia continued to explain, “Your fans choose this name because it resonates with your name and also because they want to be the cornerstone that can build a nest for you.

“You see, if one fan is a fir branch, then if many of your fans who like you get together, they can build a big nest for you, right? They hope that you can grow safely in the nest they build for you for the rest of your life, and finally fly high with your own wings. Cong, your efforts can be seen, and life is already getting better.”

Shen Jia rarely spoke like this, so Qi Cong looked at him from the side.

Shen Jia also looked at Qi Cong and then very seriously said, “Brother Cong, I don’t know what happened between you and Gu Xun, nor is it clear for me what kind of impact the memories of the past three years had on you. All this, let alone I don’t understand why you chose to separate from him. Many things you do I might not understand, but I just want to tell you that no matter what you are thinking, no matter what you do, no matter what you choose, I will support you, I will always be there. You’re the one who told me, ‘just go for it, all difficulties can always be solved.’”

Difficulties can always be solved.

Qi Cong couldn’t help but put down the phone and hug Shen Jia. “Thank you, Jia Jia.”

Shen Jia immediately hugged back, his tone a bit silly and serious, but also with a bit of caution, “You’re welcome. Brother Cong, cheer up, okay?”

Qi Cong closed his eyes, swallowed all the choked sour emotions and nodded. “Alright.”

It didn’t take long for their group to arrive at the hotel booked in advance for them. Shen Jia changed back into the chattering and excited appearance from before, took out his cell phone and together with Qi Cong and Zhen Zhenxun went to check in with the TV station staff who came to pick them up. Then he opened a picture taken by fans that showed up for them at the airport and handed it to Qi Cong to see.

“Brother Cong look! Your fans are so fast, they actually posted the photo they took before. They took such a good picture of you, just look at this. Eh? Are we wearing a couple’s outfit?” Shen Jia paused and then looked at his and Qi Cong’s clothes.

Qi Cong also saw the content of the picture and looked at the clothes they wore. They found after the fact, probably because of sharing a stylist, the clothes he and Shen Jia wore today were actually from the same series, both of which were co-branded clothes of a well-known brand. The difference being that Shen Jia was wearing a thin sweater and he was wearing a casual style shirt.

“Gu Xun, remember to say a few more words at dinner later. I don’t want to deal with that group of people alone.”

A certain familiar name made Qi Cong startled as he instinctively turned his head towards where the voice came from.

At the hotel entrance, a familiar tall and slender figure with his head slightly lowered was coming from the door. Beside him a similarly tall man was speaking with a lazy expression. They were talking as if they knew each other well.

Probably sensing Qi Cong’s gaze, the man who had his head down suddenly looked up.

Their eyes met.

It was Gu Xun.

Qi Cong froze.

Gu Xun’s footsteps paused, but in the next second, Gu Xun retracted his gaze and turned his face toward the person next to him and whispered something. Then they walked straight past Qi Cong and Shen Jia standing in the center of the lobby, and disappeared in the corridor leading to the elevator room.

Shen Jia only discovered the other party’s presence when Gu Xun passed them, but before he could react, Gu Xun had already disappeared into the lobby. He looked cautiously toward Qi Cong as he said, “Brother Cong–”

“I’m fine.” Qi Cong returned to his senses and smiled at Shen Jia. Reaching out, he pat Shen Jia on the back. “Brother Zhao is coming over, let’s go to our rooms first.”

Shen Jia wanted to say something, but finally decided against it.

More than ten minutes later, Qi Cong took his luggage and entered the room arranged for him by the TV station. After the door closed, all the calmness he pretended to have on his face disappeared as he showed a dazzled expression.

How could Gu Xun be here? Did he have a job here?

He couldn’t help but close his eyes and repeatedly recall the scene of Gu Xun passing right past him as he leaned over the door to his room.

It wasn’t an illusion. The smell of fir cologne that has always existed since their reunion was gone.

They had been so close that he even smelled the tobacco coming from Gu Xun’s companion, so he couldn’t be mistaken.

The fir cologne smell on Gu Xun’s body was really gone.

A few minutes later, Qi Cong straightened up, lifted the luggage at his feet and stepped into the room, burying all the excess emotions deep in his heart.

At two o’clock in the afternoon, Qi Cong and Shen Jia left the hotel in the company of a group of staff members and took the program team’s car to the location of the variety show recording – a vacation home right outside the city.

Edited by: Antiope1

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