Is this cooperation?

"What's wrong?"

Qi Yu's voice came from beside her, and he handed her an open bottle of mineral water.

Song Jianyi gulped down more than half the bottle, finally suppressing the melancholy rising in her chest.

When she looked at Qi Yu again, he was still smiling and carefree.

"This place is so beautiful! Have you ever filmed by the seaside?"

"Yes."

"It's really nice."

She turned around and walked towards the old house below the lighthouse.

Qi Yu watched her figure, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

The old captain's house had been around for forty or fifty years.

The mottled exterior walls bore traces of seaweed, clinging to the winding steps that extended to the sea, as if it were an ancient building stretching out from the deep sea.

Song Jianyi walked to the door and lightly knocked on the wooden plank.

After a while, an old man with a cane appeared.

When he saw Song Jianyi and Qi Yu behind her, he paused for a moment, then his impatience crept onto his brow.

"No need for your fake concern when you're filming! Don't come here pretending!"

Boom!

The wooden door closed with a resounding sound, not giving any chance for a response.

Song Jianyi blinked her beautiful eyes and turned to look at Qi Yu, realizing that he was also dumbfounded by the sudden outburst.

[Didn't the program team talk to the old captain?]

[This is too much of a bully, isn't it? The Ms.ion can't be completed at all!]

[Poor Master Qi, in all his years in the industry, he has never encountered such a closed door!]

[I've heard about the old captain's situation. The program team arranged for the guest to visit in order to help him relieve some stress! There's no ill intent!]

[But now they won't even let us in, what should we do?]

"Ms. Song!"

The filming director was shocked when Song Jianyi turned to leave, thinking she was angered and about to leave. He quickly took out his phone to report to Director Yan, but Qi Yu's hand pressed over.

The cool and handsome man pushed his chin slightly forward, signaling him to look over.

There, they saw that after being shut out, Song Jianyi decisively walked to the seaside.

It was unclear what she was looking for, as she circled back and forth several times before finally picking up a small object.

[Isn't that a seashell? Tianhao played with one this morning!]

However, while Qiu Tianhao listened to the seashell by putting it next to his ear, Song Jianyi, after some fiddling, brought it to her lips.

With her delicate red lips lightly touching the seashell, a melodic sound rose, accompanied by surging waves, instantly stirring up immense excitement.

[This is a conch!]

[Wow, Song Jianyi knows how to blow a conch too!]

[Listen to this familiar sound, ‘the little conch, blowing softly, the seagulls spread their wings when they hear it...’]

The wooden door opened again.

The old captain stood at the doorway with his cane, his eyes staring, as a woman in a white shirt, with the sea breeze swirling around her, raised her head and blew the conch, moistening his eyes.

"Who told you to blow it?"

"You little brat, come inside!"

He struck his cane against the wooden door, creating a loud noise, making the fans in the live chat tense.

[Master Qi, he didn't call you, don't go offering yourself as a sacrifice!]

[Master Qi, this strange old man might hit people, run away!]

However, before Song Jianyi could take a step, Qi Yu had already taken the lead and walked ahead.

Once inside the house, he casually positioned himself in front of Song Jianyi.

The old captain fumed, "Did no one tell you that blowing a conch is not allowed here?"

Song Jianyi asked, "Why not?"

"Because of your wife, I suppose?"

Qi Yu saw the photo on the wall, a wedding picture of the old captain with his wife when they were young.

The woman in the photo, wearing a sundress and nestled in the arms of the old captain, had a tender and affectionate gaze.

But such sincere love, in the end, was defeated by cruel reality.

The old captain spent most of the year at sea and rarely returned home.

His wife would stand on this high balcony every day, holding the conch, looking out into the distance. She would blow the conch repeatedly, but it never summoned her lover.

Looking back now, time had taken its toll, and she had grown old.

The captain's wife fell seriously ill and passed away.

When the old captain hurriedly returned upon receiving the news, he didn't even get to see her for the last time.

The younger generations who helped with the arrangements said, "Auntie held onto that conch until her dying moments. She said you praised her for playing it the best. She wanted to play it for you again, but unfortunately, she didn't get the chance."

The reclusive old captain shed tears.

Looking at the conch in Song Jianyi's hand, he reached out with trembling hands.

"The old lady is gone. She said she would blow the conch for me when I returned..."

"I'm sorry!"

Song Jianyi didn't know this part of the story.

She thought that people living by the seaside, like her, enjoyed listening to this lovely sound.

But she didn't expect...

"Girl, blow it for me again!"

The old captain looked at her small conch and handed it over once more.

In his weathered eyes, anticipation filled the space.

Song Jianyi said, "Okay!"

She took the conch and blew it again and again.

The old captain sat in his rocking chair, lightly tapping his fingers on the armrest.

It seemed as if it was his companion playing a melody for him.

[So touching! Sob sob...]

[Dear, stop blowing! You're making me cry too much!]

[I thought this was a joyful livestream, but who would have known...]

[Ahem!]

The viewers grabbed tissues and were about to wipe away their teary eyes.

Suddenly, the camera focused on Song Jianyi, who paused her playing and reached out her hand towards the old captain.

"What are you doing?"

"I charge a fee for blowing the conch!"

[Ahem, you've made everyone cry, and now you want to charge?]

[What fee are you talking about, Song Yuanbao? Show some decency!]

But...

Song Jianyi looked at the old captain's astonished eyes.

"Qi Yu, how long did I blow?"

"Ten minutes."

"At a rate of one yuan per minute, you owe me ten yuan!"

[Haha! You have the nerve to ask for ten yuan?]

Song Jianyi placed her palm in front of the old captain, with a mischievous smile. "Or maybe you don't have cash, so you can give me some vegetables from your yard!"

"Dream on!"

The old captain suddenly sat up straight.

The old man who was just filled with sadness was now energized by Song Jianyi's challenge.

"You little brat, let me warn you! I don't mind giving you money, but don't touch my vegetable garden!"

"You can't eat it all by yourself!"

"My vegetable garden is not for eating!"

The old captain fumed, as if he was afraid that Song Jianyi would actually go to his vegetable garden to pick vegetables. He waved his hand in defense, saying, "Alright, alright, you can leave now!"

"But we can't! We haven't completed the task given to us by the production team!"

Song Jianyi sat down on the stone steps.

Her beautiful eyes secretly exchanged signals with Qi Yu.

Qi Yu had already caught on.

The old captain's melancholy could become an illness if his attention wasn't diverted. So, when the old man glared at him angrily, Qi Yu helplessly spread his hands, signaling that he couldn't do anything about it.

His handsome gesture prompted screams in the barrage.