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Chapter 566: The happy sparrow, sleeping naked on the telephone pole
The sentiment is exciting.

Yes, in Wang Lihong's view, this wave of riots can be described as a wave of public outcry.

The first generation of CP fans, as if they had taken a little blue pill, were so unreasonable that they sang this song to the point of smoking with so much nostalgia.

It was drizzling in Taipei in early November and the weather was a bit cold, just like his mood at the moment.

In just three hours, Zhou Yi's song request data on Taipei Radio surpassed the total of his first song "You and Me" in four days.

Three hours to play four days.

The despairingly huge data contrast made Wang Lihong, who had been encouraged by his agent and was full of confidence not long ago, lean back in the office chair in the lounge and laugh as if he was mocking his own arrogance.

It was neither a bitter smile nor a smile of despair.

It was an unstoppable self-mockery that came from the heart after recognizing the reality, with bitterness filling the corners of his eyes.

He was a little confused by what Zhou Yi did.

According to the analysis of Sony's marketing department, although there is a huge gap between his popularity and Zhou Yi's in foreign countries, he should not be left so far behind in terms of popularity in China.

His Chinese American identity has also been officially recognized, and he is promoted on various occasions in order to establish him as a role model so that he does not lack exposure through official channels.

But Zhou Yi has now achieved data that he cannot even dream of, and this was achieved without Zhou Yi ever returning to China to promote the project.

If Zhou Yi had come back to participate in the promotion immediately, he would not have dared to think whether the data would be raised to a level that he could not even imagine...

At this moment, Wang Lihong felt that this scene was so familiar to him, so familiar that when he looked up, he saw the huge Coca-Cola Zhouyi poster on the signboard of the huge shopping mall a few streets away from the Sony Building - he was holding a Coke in his hand and he was smiling.

Different time, different place, but still familiar people, familiar parties.

A genuine feeling of powerlessness swept over my body again.

In just a moment, Wang Lihong was hit so hard that he lost interest.

Sitting in a chair, he stared blankly at the motionless poster in the distance outside the window, with headphones hanging around his neck, his own music playing.

He didn't understand.

It would have been impossible for them to lose so badly just based on the song "Seven Miles of Fragrance".

He was not the only one who couldn't figure it out, but the real data was not subject to human will.

As of 6pm, the top spots in the internal data tables of all medium and large radio stations in Taiwan were all taken by the extremely terrifying explosion of "Seven Miles of Fragrance", and only small radio stations were left out. This is something that even "Fairy Tale" and "Today Are You Going to Marry Me" did not achieve.

The memories of the first time he heard it, the prelude and lyrics that are considered to be the most beautiful in Zhou Yi's history, coupled with his popularity that has soared again after his battle in the European and American music scene this year, directly created a radio record that has never been seen before and will probably never be repeated.

On the rainy night of November 2003, 11, all radio station executives in Taiwan’s music scene fell into an eerie silence.

Whether Zhou Yi is restricted from visiting the island or not, nearly three years have passed. Has it really been effective?

It is so funny that a Chinese pioneer who fights against racial discrimination in the world music scene cannot obtain freedom in their land which boasts freedom of speech and freedom of action.

This actually helped him further purify the fighting power of his fans, right?

Sun Yanzi, who was also paying attention to the direction of public opinion, didn't know what to say.

She thought that the first areas to become popular would be mainland China, Hong Kong and even Macau, but she never expected that the first to explode would be the Taiwanese Internet.

In a forum with a gloomy color scheme, she saw lines of words full of memories and warmth - it was like a group of lively faces that took her on a time machine back to the night when she and he did not have the status and popularity they have now.

At that time, they dared to put on simple makeup and a hat and stroll to the night market for a midnight snack. They had plenty of time to "accompany each other" and were not isolated by the increasingly busy work.

Three years ago, she was 22 years old and had just graduated from college.

Because there was no part in the crew for the time being, Sun Yanzi left the Shanghai "Kung Fu" crew for a short time to come to Taiwan to participate in the show. In a sense, he was here to increase the popularity of "Kung Fu". He walked out of the Warner building with an umbrella.

After declining the security guard's company, Sun Yanzi, who was driving home alone, did not go back directly. Instead, he took a detour, listened to the song "Seven Miles of Fragrance" on the car radio, and stopped not far from the night market stall in his memory.

Tightening the scarf around her neck to cover the lower half of her face, Sun Yanzi, who had put on her hat, turned her head to look at the stall that was empty because of the rain, and got out of the car. The hem of her warm khaki windbreaker was wet by the splashing rain as she walked with her boots, and she came to the stall in her memory with an umbrella: "Boss, seven-lixiang, saury."

"Hello-hiss?! You! You you!" Zhang Hongyi, who came to help her family, was speechless in shock. The sudden impact of being an idol made her unable to complete a sentence.

"Shhh."

Sun Yanzi, who was recognized at the first sight, pulled down the red scarf, put his right index finger to his lips and winked playfully: "I sneaked out of the company, don't tell anyone, or I will be scolded by my agent when I go back."

"good good good good!"

Zhang Hongyi nodded rapidly, and then a hint of shyness appeared on his round face that still had some baby fat: "Um, Yanzi, can I take a photo with you? I'm your fan."

"of course."

Sun Yanzi grinned happily after achieving her goal, her eyes curved into crescents, like a cat that had stolen a fish. The dim light shone on her face, giving her the illusion of warm sunshine.

More than ten minutes later, Sun Yanzi left with a packed box, humming the melody of "Seven Miles of Fragrance". He jumped happily to the parking space, opened the car door, and drove back to his home in Taiwan.

Even though she has been famous for several years, her residence in Taiwan has never changed. It is still the apartment that the company arranged for her after her debut.

One bedroom and one living room.

She did not buy a house in Taiwan. Except for the money she earned for buying a house in Singapore, she gave the rest to her father to help manage.

This was another reason why she liked to go to Zhou Yi in 2000. The place was big and spacious.

After returning home, Sun Yanzi ate his midnight snack by himself. He glanced at the time, thought about it, and took out his cell phone to call Zhou Yi.

"Guess what I'm doing now?"

"eat supper."

"how do you know?"

"Because I'm brushing my teeth and washing my face and getting ready for breakfast."

In New York, Zhou Yi woke up alone in his big bed and brushed his teeth, speaking incoherently.

"It's rare that you get up so early? Aren't you going to rest?"

"I was thinking that Qian Jiang had to wake me up with a phone call so that he could wait for the data with me." Zhou Yi, who was grouchy after waking up, complained: "I should have changed the lyrics earlier so that he would give up."

"What kind of lyrics do you plan to change to? Do you know that the comments on your song have exploded in China, especially in Taiwan?" Sun Yanzi's curiosity was aroused, and the sound of chewing in his mouth sounded more and more delicious.

So there is a second version of this song?
Or the initial version?

"What a happy sparrow, sleeping naked on the antenna pole." Thousands of miles across the ocean, Zhou Yi sang to her while holding a toothbrush.

The latter was stunned.

what?
"What are you eating? It sounds so delicious?"

"Eat sparrows." Sun Yanzi rolled his eyes and smiled silently.

"Is that thing edible?"

"Can your thing sing?"

"Why not?"

"Why can't I?"

On the balcony, which was set up with the same cheap tables and chairs as the stalls, Sun Yanzi was holding a wooden stick in his hand, savoring the moonlight, shaking his head and feet, and smiling very happily.

(End of this chapter)