Chapter 9 Urging marriage
After Jiang Congwen went off the air, he saw the private messages constantly refreshing in the background of DouLe, as well as the number of fans that kept increasing, and he knew that everything was OK.

The message notification page is refreshed almost every second, and a large number of unread messages appear with small red dots.

Jiang Congwen clicked on the 99+ unread messages page. He originally wanted to look at a few messages and read the audience's feedback, but his phone suddenly froze. He had to give up, force close the app, turn off the data network, and go to sleep.

"Forget it, let's check it out tomorrow." Jiang Congwen threw his phone aside and ignored the noise on the Internet.

On the other side, Chen Mo returned home and the family finished their meal.

"Son, come and play chess with me. We haven't played for a long time." Chen Mo's father Chen Huaisong said.

"Okay."

As he spoke, Chen Mo took out the chess set from the drawer, and the father and son placed the chess set on the table.

"I heard from people in the company this afternoon that you wrote two good new songs in the past two days." Chen Huaisong asked while setting up the chess pieces.

"Hehe, it's okay, it's okay. The inspiration is here and it can't be stopped." Chen Mo said in front of his family with a little pride.

"What song?" Fang Shuyun, who was sitting next to him, asked.

Fuyun Entertainment is mainly managed by Chen Huaisong, and Fang Shuyun's focus is still on teaching at school, so she doesn't care much about the company's affairs.

"It's a popular love song. The song was sung by Congwen. It should be officially released online in a few days." Chen Mo said.

"Is there a demo?" Fang Shuyun was still very curious about the song written by her son.

After all, her son has been exposed to her music since he was young, so there is no doubt about his musical literacy. However, music creation sometimes does require talent and inspiration, and it is not a matter of time and practice makes perfect.

Of course, what we are referring to here are truly excellent works, not those grafted and patched together or contentless pop songs.

"This is a song I just wrote today. I will sing it in the live broadcast room later. It seems like the time is about right now. I'll just cast the screen for you to listen to?" Chen Mo said after looking at the time.

"Okay, I haven't seen Congwen for a while. Find time to invite him to dinner at home." Fang Shuyun said. Jiang Congwen is also her student.

"Okay." Chen Mo responded, then turned on his mobile phone and TV and started operating them.

When I opened Jiang Congwen's live broadcast room, Jiang Congwen was singing other songs and had not yet sung "Love Transfer".

Listening to Jiang Congwen singing on the screen, Fang Shuyun commented: "Not bad, his breath is steady, his pronunciation is clear, the transition between high and low notes is natural and smooth, especially in terms of emotional appeal, which is better than before."

"Haha, he sings every day in the live broadcast room, how can he not make progress?" Chen Mo said with a smile.

"What about you? Didn't I see you trying to record a video before?" Fang Shuyun asked
"I took those shots for fun when I was practicing guitar and piano. But you know what, I didn't show my face or make any sound. I only captured the angle of my hands playing, and yet I have more than 500,000 fans!" Chen Mo is quite proud of this; he is a technical person.

Chen Mo is very good at playing musical instruments. He made the video to show off his skills, so he specifically looked for some difficult pieces.

It was Jiang Congwen who invited him to play together at the beginning, and as a result, his number of fans increased much faster than Jiang Congwen's at the beginning.

Jiang Congwen was very depressed at that time. If you showed your face, I could say that you make a living by your looks. But you didn't even show your face, and you crushed me with pure technology.

After graduation, Chen Mo went to work in his own company and shot fewer videos. However, Jiang Congwen used this as a means of making a living, singing a few popular songs, and had a few videos with a high number of likes, and his fans gradually surpassed Chen Mo.

It has to be said that the rise of short videos and live broadcasts has indeed provided many musicians with the soil and space to survive, allowing them to make a living and monetize the music they have learned. They no longer have to rely on entertainment companies to provide resources and support them as before.

"If you want to do something, stick to it. Don't be half-hearted. I see that you are very lazy in the company. I think no one cares about you, right?" Fang Shuyun said, glancing at Chen Huaisong.

"How is that possible? I was working." Chen Mo protested.

In the company, he mainly helps with some arrangement and post-production. When he has nothing to do, he stays in the recording studio and tinkers with his own creations, but he really hasn't come up with anything successful so far.

However, Chen Mo does have more freedom in the company. No one says anything if he is occasionally late or leaves early. Chen Mo often uses the excuse that creation requires passion and punching in at work all the time will only kill his creative inspiration.

"Besides, I have accumulated a lot of experience and now it is time to make a breakthrough. Look, Congwen is getting ready to sing. Come and listen." Chen Mo defended.

At this time, Jiang Congwen happened to say the title of the song in the live broadcast room.

"'Love Transfer'?" Fang Shuyun read softly, raised his eyebrows and glanced at Chen Mo.

"Dad, let's listen to it first before we go down." Chen Mo said to his father.

"Okay." Chen Huaisong had just set up the chessboard, nodded, and looked at the TV screen. He also wanted to listen to his son's song.

The three of them listened to the song "Love Transfer" quietly.

Since the whole family is engaged in this line of work, it goes without saying that their level of appreciation is high.

"This song is well written. My two years in the company have not been in vain." Chen Huaisong nodded with satisfaction.

Chen Huaisong was very proud that his son could write such a song. Even though he has been in this industry for many years and has seen too many good musical works, he felt different after all because this song was written by his own son.

This is also the best answer to someone who just said that he didn't take care of his son at the company.

Am I not caring?
Do you care about me or not?!

Fang Shuyun glanced at Chen Huaisong unhappily, looking at the uncontrollable smile on Chen Huaisong's face and the smug tone in his words. After being married for so many years, how could she not hear the hidden meaning in the words of the man beside her.

But she didn't care. As a mother, she was happy that her son was so good.

"You, who don't even have a girlfriend, are so good at writing lyrics." Fang Shuyun sighed, with a curious look in his eyes.

"Tsk, I've never eaten pork, but I've seen a pig run." Chen Mo said disdainfully.

Well, Fang Shuyun was disappointed. It seemed that her son was indeed not secretly dating someone outside. It seemed that she had to hurry up and urge him.

"Huh? Dad, why is there one less person on my side?" Chen Mo turned around and looked at the chessboard and said. He was holding the black chess piece.

"Maybe it fell in the drawer? Go look in the drawer again." Chen Huaisong said.

"I didn't see it when I took it just now." Chen Mo said, looking at Fang Shuyun who was sitting on the sofa next to him and asked, "Mom, have you seen the object?" "Whose object?" Fang Shuyun said.

"I don't have many partners." Chen Mo said, pointing at the chessboard.

"You don't have a partner, why don't you find one quickly?"

"Didn't find it?" Chen Mo walked over and looked through the drawer.

"You don't have a partner at home?"

"That's possible...Oh, you are talking about this person." Chen Mo reacted and glanced at his father and said, "Why did you suddenly ask me to play chess today?"

Chen Huaisong looked to the side and signaled that it was a task assigned by his leader and there was nothing he could do about it.

"As for that, Mom, with your son's appearance and conditions, you still need to worry that I won't be able to find a wife." Chen Mo said with a smile.

"I thought so before, but now your Aunt Li at school and Aunt Wang in the community have grandchildren, and I have nothing in common with them. Their sons are one year younger than them, and what about you? You still don't even have a partner. You are now at the average age for marriage, son."

"No, if I reach the average age to get married, then when I reach the average life expectancy, do I have to die immediately?" Chen Mo complained.

"I'm not asking you to get married right away. You don't have to rush into marriage, but you have to find someone to date first. If you start dating now, it will take a year or two, right? There's no guarantee it will work out in the end. But if you don't even start dating now, when will I be able to take care of my grandchildren?" Fang Shuyun said earnestly.

"You can't rush this kind of thing." Chen Mo suggested: "If you are worried about being idle after retirement, you can get a dog and walk it every day when you have nothing to do. It can be regarded as a walk to exercise your body."

"I can't take care of these." Fang Shuyun shook his head.

"How could that be? Don't you like small animals very much?" Chen Mo asked puzzledly.

"I have been raising pigs for 30 years and they still can't even dig up cabbages. What else can I raise well?"

"."Chen Mo.

Chen Mo looked at his father for help, only to see that Comrade Old Chen was frowning and staring intently at the chessboard which had not yet started, as if he was watching some eternal endgame.

"Who will take care of you if you get sick in the future?" Fang Shuyun looked worried and there was sadness in his words.

Sometimes Chen Mo really felt that his mother had chosen the wrong major. If she had chosen acting, she would at least have become a movie queen.

Chen Mo inherited his beauty from his mother, so you can imagine what Fang Shuyun looked like when she was young. Even now, people who are not familiar with her can vaguely tell from her eyebrows that she was a beauty when she was young.

"I don't marry a wife or have children. I take medicine for minor illnesses but don't get treatment for serious ones." Chen Mo said tiredly.

Chen Mo suddenly thought of the anti-marriage pressure videos he had seen on the Internet in the past few days. It has to be said that big data is now incredibly powerful and can accurately capture user needs. It felt like he had been seen through.

"Besides, don't we still have you, mom?" Chen Mo continued.

"What if I'm not around anymore?" Fang Shuyun asked back.

Chen Mo was silent for a while and said, "Why don't you be nicer to me now?"

"Puchi." Chen Huaisong next to him couldn't help but laughed out loud.

Seeing Fang Shuyun's unfriendly look and rolling up his sleeves to get ready to fight, Chen Mo quickly said, "Mom, tell me, you have worked so hard to raise me for so many years, are you really happy?"

Fang Shuyun was silent, thought for a while and said, "Then I can't be the only one to suffer this."

"."Chen Mo.

Chen Mo said, "I want to move out. I can't stay here anymore."

"Anyway, don't talk so much to me. You can move out, but you must bring a partner back to me this year, otherwise you don't have to come back alone." Fang Shuyun directly issued the final ultimatum.

"."Chen Mo.

A prelude of electric guitar and drum beats came.

Find a beloved one

Dear one I want to love

Come and say goodbye to being single

A passionate and infatuated person

Heartless heartless person

Come give me scars】

　Please recommend, collect, read and support!
　　This book was published during the Chinese New Year. I didn't think too much about it at the time. Only after it was published did I remember that the book would automatically enter the contract review once it reached a certain word count, and the editors were on holiday during the Chinese New Year.

　　So after the first round of review, it will automatically enter the second round of review. To be honest, if you fail the first round under normal circumstances, your book is basically doomed to failure, because there are too many people submitting books, and it is difficult for the editor to have more energy to look at books that have already passed the first round of screening.

　　I officially started working yesterday, but there has been no progress on the book so far. To be honest, I'm very nervous now.

　　So these two days are very important. I hope that if you like this book, you can recommend and share it.

　　Don't just keep reading. Just take a look at the book every day and cast a recommendation vote. In fact, following books is quite good. It can prolong your anticipation for the book. You can also make suggestions and participate in the creation.

　　I read all the comments. Well, there aren't that many comments in total.

　　At almost 2 a.m. last night, someone came to take a look and cast 10 votes for recommendation. Thank you.

　　Finally, good luck!

(End of this chapter)