The fog was getting thinner and thinner, and the orange sun in the sky was shining through. The song in the headphones was repeated countless times. Vivian Zhao's clothes were a little damp, and a drop of dew dripped from the end of her hair. Qian Lijuan's voice came from inside the house.
"Vivian Zhao, don't stand outside. Don't catch a cold. The meal will be ready soon. Come in and wash your face and eat."
Vivian Zhao came back to her senses, with a hint of sarcasm on her face, "Nothing, Shen Erchuan, did you write this for me? I have to admit that this song is really nice, you completely broke my perception of you, but so what? There are so many songwriters in Hong Kong and Taiwan, except for a few top figures, who are not respectful when they see Ethan Sun, even when they see me, they have to politely call me Miss Zhao. And it's useless for you to write a few more songs like this, in front of Ethan Sun, you will always be so small and humble."
Vivian Zhao took off her headphones, took out the walkman from her pocket, took out the tape, looked at it, threw it on the ground, sneered, turned around, stepped on the tape, pushed open the door and walked into the house.
"Mom, I'm buying a house in the city. You and Dad can go live there."
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