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Chapter 52: Queen Wen Is Such A Food Protector

Seeing Wen Jin's hesitant expression, Ruan Jinghong gradually felt guilty.

"Teacher Wen, do you think what I just said is wrong?"

Wen Jin's gaze stayed on Ruan Jinghong's face for a few seconds, and then looked away.

"You're right," before Ruan Jinghong's smile could fully appear on their face, Wen Jin continued, "However, if you genuinely want what's best for both of them, let's each act independently from now on. This way, they'll have more time alone together."

 "But..." Ruan Jinghong furrowed her brow, looking a bit puzzled.

"No 'buts'." Wen Jin rarely took the initiative to interrupt Ruan Jinghong.

"When it comes to matters of the heart, we should respect the wishes of those involved. They need to work things out on their own. Any interference from others could steer their subsequent actions away from their original intentions, and the results won't be what they truly desire."

Wen Jin's words were sincere, although there was a bit of personal dissatisfaction with Jin Ziyi always being a third wheel. But more importantly, she genuinely cared about her friend, Huo Yitong's emotional well-being.

It's not easy enough for her to deal with that big idiot Jin Ziyi now. If she adds the assistance of this little idiot, and the power of two idiots discussing together, God knows what good idea they can come up with.

After hearing this, Ruan Jinghong fell into deep thought.

Teacher Wen and Teacher Huo knew each other before the show. She must have a much better understanding of Teacher Huo than I do. Since she said it like that, it must be true.

Ruan Jinghong has always had unwavering trust in Wen Jin's decisions, and this time is no exception.

So, after Xiao Chen finished taking photos of the nearby statues and returned, the group immediately left the place and headed to the next checkpoint, the San Peiro Grand Theater.

"Teacher Wen, don't we need to say goodbye to them?" Ruan Jinghong always engraved the word "polite" on her forehead when she was away from home.

"Don't worry, the two of them shouldn't have the extra mood to care about where we are now." Wen Jin kept her eyes fixed when she spoke.

Going to the Grand Theatre, with Wen Jin in charge of reading the map, it doesn't take much effort to find the way.

Ruan Jinghong couldn't help but feel that this should be the most relaxed and paddling day she has had so far since the program started filming.

From a distance, they could already see the outline of the theater. The open-air amphitheater was built against the mountain, with the audience seats arranged in a stepped manner, gradually contracting.

The seating area was quite large, capable of accommodating several thousand people at the same time.

There is a high wall in front of the stage, 100 meters long and half a hundred meters wide. On both sides of the wall are statues of ancient great men, recording the history of G City.

This grand theater was built during the emperor's reign in ancient G City, and it is still well preserved today.

The theater had excellent acoustics and it frequently hosted opera performances and concerts.

However, their timing for visiting the theater was unfortunate. In such a grand theater, there were only a few scattered people, making it feel somewhat deserted and quiet.

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Ruan Jinghong took a mobile phone, and took pictures with Wen Jin on the stage.

Feeling somewhat dissatisfied with the "thirty-minute journey for a two-minute sightseeing" experience, she found a seat in the stands and decided to sit down, intending to appreciate the scenery from a different perspective.

Wen Jin was well aware of Ruan Jinghong's delicate and petite frame, and after accompanying her tirelessly for the whole morning, she could tell that Ruan Jinghong was indeed feeling a bit tired.

Therefore, she didn't rush her. Instead, she joined Ruan Jinghong and took a seat beside her.

While they were here to record the variety show with a mission, there was no need to rush. After all, they still had plenty of time available.

The theater is quite spacious, and various sounds could be heard clearly even from a distance.

Ruan Jinghong closed her eyes and quietly counted the different types of sounds around her.

There is the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves, the chirping of birds on the branches, the whispering of young couples, the laughter of children,

All kinds of voices overlapped to create a midday tableau.

Among them, there is a voice whose presence cannot be ignored, as if passing through layers of chaos, it floated straight into Ruan Jinghong's ears.

It was an adult woman singing a song while strumming a musical instrument.

She is singing a piece that Ruan Jinghong had never heard before. The lyrics were too far away to make out, but she could vaguely tell that she was singing in Chinese.

The woman's voice was clear with a hint of hoarseness. She didn't sound too old, but she sang a song with a sense of story.

At first, the sound was extremely faint, but if you closed your eyes and listened attentively, you would discover that the sound grew clearer and eventually overshadowed all other sounds in existence.

Ruan Jinghong listened quietly for a while, until the end of the song, she opened her eyes suddenly, just in time to meet Wen Jin's thoughtful gaze.

"Teacher Wen, you heard it just now, right." Ruan Jinghong said the interrogative sentence in an affirmative tone.

"Mm, I didn't expect there to be a Chinese female singer here. If you're curious, let's go and have a look."

Wen Jin's words were exactly what Ruan Jinghong wanted. She immediately got up from the auditorium, but the moment she got up, her eyes were once again filled with bewilderment.

It was quite clear when she had her eyes closed just now, but when she opened her eyes, she couldn't tell where the sound came from. Could it be that she has to close her eyes to find the way?

Wen Jin saw Ruan Jinghong's embarrassment, and smiled from the corner of her eyes and said, "Follow me."

As she spoke, she extended a hand to Ruan Jinghong.

The two held hands and walked around the auditorium

Going down in a circle, their appearance is no different than those young couples they pass by along the way.

Wen Jin discovered this little secret. From the beginning to the end, the corners of her mouth were raised high.

Under Wen Jin's lead, the two quickly found the source of the singing.

A woman in a beige long trench coat was holding a guitar, playing and singing by the gate of the theater.

Underneath, she wore a blue and white plaid shirt on her upper body, and silver-gray flared pants on her lower body, and a pair of black high boots on her feet. She looked especially beautiful standing there.

Her long brown hair was left unstyled, and if it weren't for the denim hat pressing it down, it's likely that her hair would be swaying in the wind at this moment.

Such a carefree and casual appearance really matched the image of the singer. 

Ruan Jinghong approached closer and noticed that there was a straw hat placed in front of the woman, with several scattered coins inside it.

So she's actually performing and selling her talent here? But looking at her attire, she doesn't seem to be down and out, does she?

Ruan Jinghong couldn't help but wonder. The woman noticed Ruan Jinghong's presence and took out a song list, asking, "Miss, would you like to hear any particular songs? I can sing any of the songs listed here."

Perhaps she immediately recognized Ruan Jinghong as a compatriot, the woman directly communicated with her in Chinese.

Ruan Jinghong took the playlist and looked at it, and saw that it was really full of songs. The title of each song was written in three languages, and there were many cute little animals on it.

It can be seen that Miss Singer is a very delicate person.

But...why haven't I heard any of the songs here?

The woman noticed Ruan Jinghong's confusion and explained, "These are all original songs that I personally wrote. Just pick a title that catches your eye, and I'll perform it exclusively for you. I guarantee you won't be disappointed."

More than twenty pieces of music, all original?

Ruan Jinghong couldn't help but look at the woman with three points of admiration: she wrote lyrics, composed music, played and sang, what kind of talented woman is this?!

Ruan Jinghong tried her best to suppress the shock in her heart, pointed to a song on the playlist and said, "Then please sing this song, "Butterfly in a Dream"."

"Okay."

The woman adjusted the guitar briefly and as she entered the singing mode, it was like she had become a different person.

In the world of music, she was her own queen, exuding confidence and freedom. It felt as if she wasn't just performing, but narrating carefully woven stories from her heart.

"In the world of distant peaks, there are climbers,

In the world of the azure sea, there are sailing ships,

In the world of the sky, there are soarers,

In the world of dreams, there are butterflies.

But why can't butterflies dream?

Butterflies can't dream."

The woman's voice carried a hint of enchantment, captivating the listeners with her heartfelt rendition of the lyrics.

After the song was over, Ruan Jinghong applauded so much that her hands were almost red. She is not a music professional, so she can't comment on the goodness of this song, but simply feels that the woman's voice moved her inexplicably.

Having been captivated from a distance earlier and listening up close now had an even greater impact.

The woman, rarely encountering such an appreciative audience, raised an eyebrow and pointed to the hat in front of her where people could leave coins. She smiled confidently, neither humble nor arrogant.

Ruan Jinghong, who failed to hold the economic power in her hands, looked at Wen Jin for help.

Heh, this little thing finally remembered me at this time.

Having saved a substantial portion of the prize money she won in the figure skating competition, Wen Jin still had a significant amount left. She had no plans to take it back to China, and now, seeing how delighted Ruan Jinghong was while listening, she generously took out a 100 H bill and placed it into the hat.

It was the first time for the woman to meet such a generous audience, and it was obvious that the older one doted on the younger one very much.

The woman showed her white teeth with a smile, "Pretty young lady, do you still have any songs you want to hear?"

The other two thought that Ruan Jinghong would continue to order a song, but she shook her head, "No need, the song just now is already great."

Although delicacies are delicious, they should not be overeating.

Any beautiful thing in the world is the same way—when the water is full, it overflows; too much of a good thing can be as bad as none at all.

Ruan Jinghong has understood from a young age that it is important to exercise restraint when it comes to things one loves. By doing so, one can sustain that love for a longer period of time.

The woman didn't force the issue when she saw this. She had earned enough money today and wasn't in a hurry to start singing the next song to attract more customers.

Seeing that Ruan Jinghong didn't intend to leave for the time being, she simply talked to her and said, "You two are from China, right? Did you come here...to record a show?"

She asked, looking at them meaningfully, and followed Xiao Chen who was carrying a camera.

"Mm." Perhaps feeling a strong sense of kinship with a fellow countryman in a foreign land, Ruan Jinghong was rarely willing to initiate conversations with strangers.

"What about you, sister, why did you come to G City to play and sing?"

The woman smiled generously and said, "Actually, I came to G City for sightseeing, but unfortunately, I lost my wallet with all my identification, phone, and cash. I was left with nothing, so I had to resort to busking."

"Ah!" Ruan Jinghong's eyes widened. It's the 21st century. How can there be such an ancient plot?

"Did you report it to the police, sister?" Ruan Jinghong asked with concern on her face.

"Yes, I reported it. I went through all the necessary procedures, but you know, the efficiency of the police in G city, I'll probably have to wait another two days."

"I don't want to squeeze into that guesthouse. It's so old-fashioned and boring."

"Since I still have my guitar, why not use my skills to earn some money? It would be an opportunity to experience a different life."

Although the woman was down and out, she exuded confidence in her speech, with a glimmer of self-assurance flashing on her face. This made Ruan Jinghong realize that her previous concerns were unfounded.

The woman noticed Ruan Jinghong's ever-changing expressions, resembling the quick changes of a Sichuan opera mask and found it adorable and amusing. After some thought, she took out a business card from her pocket and handed it to her.

"You don't have to worry about me, maybe we will meet again soon when we return to China. I am willing to get in touch with a lovely young lady like you. My name is Xiao Qingming, and this is my business card."

Ruan Jinghong accepted the business card and was about to introduce herself: "Sister Xiao, my name is..."

At that moment, Wen Jin grabbed her wrist and said, "We still have a few tourist spots to visit and check-in. We need to make good use of our time. Sorry.."

As Wen Jin speaks, she drags Ruan Jinghong away without looking back.

Ruan Jinghong, who was halfway through the conversation: We weren't in a rush just a moment ago. Why the sudden urgency?

Xiao Qingming watched the hurried departure of the two figures and a mysterious smile played at the corner of her lips.

No need for introduction, I also know who you are. I can access the internet in China as well, you know.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have known that Queen Wen was such a food protector.