msmithbooks Chapter 502 is all about smooth talk and glibness.
Chapter 502 is all about smooth talk and glibness.
Chapter 502 is all about smooth talk and glibness.
Hu Jiyan stood at the door with a warm smile, raising his arm in a gesture of invitation.
He smiled and said, "Please come in, everyone. Don't be shy, make yourself at home. I have to go to my office to take care of some things. Xiao Yu, just let me know when you're leaving so I can close the door."
"Okay, thanks, Brother Hu." Yu Huan readily agreed and stepped into the practice room first.
He turned to the side, raised his hand, and gently pressed the switch on the wall.
With a crisp "snap," the lights in the practice room instantly emitted a soft yet bright light, dispelling the deep darkness of the room and illuminating the entire space in every detail.
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Ye and Lin Yourong also walked in one after the other.
After Zhang Ye stepped into the room, his gaze swept around and finally landed on the elegant grand piano in the inner room.
A gentle smile immediately appeared on her face, and she said softly, "You Rong, I remember you can play the piano, right?"
"Yes, I will," Lin Yourong replied, gently closing the door behind her.
She moved gracefully past Yu Huan and Zhang Ye, walking straight to the piano and gently opening the key cover.
With no outsiders present, Yu Huan, in high spirits, blurted out, "Wife, sing me a song!"
Hearing this affectionate address, Zhang Ye found the way these two young people interacted quite amusing and couldn't help but chuckle softly.
Lin Yourong turned around and gave Yu Huan a reproachful look.
Although the mask covered most of her face, the slightly upturned corners of her eyes still betrayed the joy in her heart.
Not wanting to spoil the fun, she asked, "Which song would you like to play?"
“Let’s play ‘The Wind Rises’,” Zhang Ye said with a smile, immediately picking up the conversation.
“Uh…” Lin Yourong frowned slightly, a hint of hesitation flashing in her eyes.
Yu Huan, seeing this, half-jokingly used reverse psychology: "Hey, a big star who has performed so many shows, you're not going to be intimidated by even singing and playing 'The Wind Rises'?"
"No, that's not it!" Lin Yourong glared at him lightly, then looked at her senior sister Zhang Ye and explained, "I'm not familiar enough with the piano accompaniment for 'The Wind Rises,' how about... we switch to 'Time Thief'?"
Zhang Ye smiled and nodded: "Of course, 'Time Thief' is also an excellent song. Although I've heard it many times, hearing you play and sing it live on the piano will definitely feel very different."
"Okay." Lin Yourong said no more and gracefully sat down on the piano bench.
Long, slender fingers swept across the black and white keys, producing a series of crisp piano notes.
At this moment, Yu Huan quickly moved two stools over from the wall.
He gently placed a stool behind Zhang Ye and said softly, "Sister Zhang, please sit down."
Zhang Ye turned his head and looked at her, a smile playing on his lips. He nodded slightly, silently saying "thank you," and then sat down.
Yu Huan sat next to Zhang Ye, gazing at Lin Yourong's graceful figure, and sighed inwardly: It's great to have a singer wife; when she's in a good mood, she can sing a little tune anytime, anywhere.
Lin Yourong pulled her mask down to the tip of her chin, and then focused her attention back on the piano keys in front of her.
A smile played on her lips, her fingers slightly bent, and after a brief pause, she gently lowered them with an extremely elegant and rhythmic gesture, beginning the soothing prelude to "Time Thief".
"Don't let go of what you can hold on to; don't pull away from what you can embrace; time rushes by, leaving only..."
Her singing voice was as soft as a whisper, accompanied by soothing piano music, echoing gently in every inch of the practice room.
The fingers moved across the black and white piano keys with fluid grace, sometimes as light as a feather, sometimes pressing down firmly.
Don't blame me for being greedy, I just don't want to wake up~ because you're willing to be with me~ watching the clouds drift by~
After the first verse and chorus were sung, the piano solo section began. Yu Huan seized the opportunity to respond enthusiastically, clapping loudly and cheering.
"Honey, you're absolutely amazing! Your singing and piano skills are simply perfect!"
Zhang Ye turned to look at the excited and proud expression on Yu Huan's face. No matter how he looked at it, it seemed a bit exaggerated, and he couldn't help but chuckle softly.
However, Lin Yourong's rhythm remained as steady as a mountain, completely unaffected.
Her fingers still danced skillfully across the piano keys, and the music flowed out like a babbling brook in the mountains, never stopping for a moment.
She turned her head slightly, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Yu Huan's exaggerated expression. She couldn't help but roll her eyes at him, her eyes full of reproach.
Then, she parted her cherry lips again and continued to repeat the verse and chorus in an orderly manner.
"Don't let go of what you can hold on to; don't pull away from what you can embrace..."
As the song reached this point, Yu Huan, whose eyes were filled with Lin You Rong's silhouette, suddenly heard a melodious and gentle singing voice rising beside her:
Time rushes by relentlessly—what remains?
He turned his head in surprise and saw Zhang Ye singing along with a smile, his body swaying gently to the rhythm.
Compared to Lin Yourong's clear and beautiful voice, Zhang Ye's singing voice is mellow and delicate, with each word carrying rich emotions, drifting leisurely away.
Upon hearing Zhang Ye's singing behind her, Lin Yourong couldn't help but smile. After a moment's thought, she adjusted her breathing slightly, gradually lowering the volume in her throat to maintain a proper volume balance with Zhang Ye, and began to sing harmonies for her senior sister.
Time is something that catches you off guard. Sometimes it's sunny, sometimes it's windy, sometimes it's cloudy, sometimes it's rainy. You can't fight against the passing of time, yet you still yearn for the past...
The two voices intertwined, like two ribbons entwined, drifting through the practice room...
Yu Huan listened quietly to the duet, her breathing unconsciously slowing down, as if afraid that even the slightest sound from her would break the beautiful atmosphere.
His hands instinctively gripped the edge of the chair, and he felt goosebumps spreading from his arms down his back, then up his neck, and finally to his scalp.
This tingling sensation on his scalp felt like an electric current coursing through his body, immersing him in an indescribable sense of awe.
It's a very magical feeling, as if the music has pulled you into a whole new world.
In this world, there is no external clamor or disturbance, no worldly troubles or weariness, only the purest music, like a babbling brook, flowing into every corner of the heart, nourishing the soul. "Don't blame me for being greedy, I just don't want to wake up~ because you only want to be with me~ watching the clouds drift by~"
As the last line fell, Lin Yourong's fingers maintained their elegant posture, playing the coda slowly and gracefully, bringing the duet to a lingering close.
After a brief silence, Yu Huan seemed to wake from a dream and clapped her hands vigorously.
The applause was crisp and loud, echoing throughout the practice room, intertwining with his exclamation of amazement.
"Your chorus is simply the most moving music I've ever heard in my life! The effect is absolutely greater than the sum of its parts! It's incredible! I feel like my ears have just enjoyed a top-notch luxury spa treatment, and I don't want to wake up!"
Even the world's most advanced audio equipment cannot perfectly reproduce the live music experience.
The subtle details that the human ear can capture cannot be replicated by any device.
Moreover, they were currently in a practice room that had undergone professional acoustic treatment.
Yu Huan's praise was not insincere or pretentious; he was genuinely deeply moved by the duet between the two.
Zhang Ye smiled gently, looking at Lin Yourong who was turning around, and said half-jokingly, "Is Xiao Yu usually this humorous and witty?"
Lin Yourong nodded slightly, the corners of her mouth involuntarily turning up, and said in a feigned reproach, "He's not funny at all, he's just glib and smooth-talking."
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan quickly spread his hands, feigning innocence, and said, "Wife, this is the truth from the bottom of my heart, how can you call it glib talk! Sister Zhang is a renowned soprano singer, and you are a pop diva. For two music giants to sing together, I wouldn't be exaggerating even if I used every word of praise I could think of!"
Lin Yourong stood up, walked lightly to Yu Huan, gently nudged his shoulder, and said with a smile, "Senior sister is a singer, that's beyond doubt. But I dare not accept the title of 'Queen of Pop'."
Yu Huan, a confident smile playing on his lips, tilted his head slightly and said calmly:
"I know your talent better than anyone. You can hear your songs everywhere, not to mention that. You've also appeared on the top music competition show 'I Am a Singer.' You deserve the title of pop diva, right? Besides, once your next album is released, you're definitely on track to become a pop diva."
"Oh?" Zhang Ye watched the young couple interact with great interest, his eyes full of smiles. He curiously picked up the conversation, "You Rong, are you preparing to release a new album?"
Lin Yourong nodded and replied, "It's an EP album with only three songs. Post-production is complete, and it was recorded at Muse Music. We're releasing this album in collaboration with Rock Records, who are currently working on the cover design and promotional plans."
"Xiao Yu's confidence in you is really off the charts! Just because you release three more songs, she's convinced you'll become a pop diva." Zhang Ye raised an eyebrow slightly, a teasing smile on his lips.
Lin Yourong smiled gently and said softly, "He wrote all three songs."
Zhang Ye nodded, and said with a slight chuckle, "No wonder, no matter what, Xiao Yu is still praising himself."
Lin Yourong casually ruffled Yu Huan's hair, the gesture intimate and natural, before adding, "Actually, to be precise, he produced all three songs. Apart from post-production and mastering, he handled the lyrics, music, and arrangement all by himself."
The voice just fell.
She turned and walked toward a small table against the wall to get the sheet music.
"Wow!" A hint of surprise flashed in Zhang Ye's eyes, followed by admiration as he said to Yu Huan, "I didn't expect you to be so talented! You handle lyrics, composition, and arrangement all at once—a truly all-around music producer!"
Yu Huan scratched his head, smoothed out his hair that Lin Yourong had ruffled, and said with a smile, "I was just thinking about it on my own, wanting to support Rongrong's music career."
"Xiao Yu, as long as you can maintain the creative talent of those three songs, becoming a superstar is definitely not a problem."
At this moment, Lin Yourong came over briskly with the sheet music in her hand.
She handed the sheet music to Zhang Ye, decisively setting aside the previous small talk and getting to the point: "Senior sister, take a look, this is the sheet music for 'Night in Ulaanbaatar'."
"Okay." Zhang Ye nodded, quickly took the A4 sheets of paper, and his eyes swept over the notes and dense markings on the score.
Her brows furrowed slightly, her expression focused and serious...
Originally, Yu Huan and Lin Yourong planned to go back and figure it out on their own first, and then ask Zhang Ye for advice later.
But plans can't keep up with changes. Unexpectedly, Zhang Ye agreed to accompany Lin Yourong to practice singing late at night without hesitation.
In the time that followed, amidst the discussions between the two female students and the occasional singing, Yu Huan comfortably leaned back in her chair against the wall, crossed her legs, and leisurely scrolled through her phone.
First, I casually popped into the new media department's work group, and then I asked Chen Yaoyao about the progress of the work over the past few days.
After finishing my work, I started rereading Chen Diaosi's popular novel, Snow in the Sky.
In the practice room, Zhang Ye's professional and meticulous guidance echoed most of the time.
"The vibrato isn't a uniform vibration like yours; it's achieved through rapid, slight vibrations in the throat combined with breath fluctuations, and the ending note is often accompanied by a large glissando, for example, descending a minor third from the tonic..."
"You Rong, your tremolo frequency still doesn't match the emotion. Let's try again..."
“I feel that preserving the unique pauses and intonations of Tibetan in the word ‘Night in Ulaanbaatar’ would be quite good, treating ‘night’ as a compound vowel like ‘ya-e’…”
"You Rong, try again..."
Contrary to her claim of knowing only a little, Zhang Ye actually possessed a profound understanding of Tibetan opera and could explain it in great detail.
Thinking about it carefully, it makes sense. If she didn't understand Tibetan singing, why would she have accepted Lin Yourong's invitation?
However, Yu Huan never heard Zhang Ye personally demonstrate Tibetan singing techniques, so it seems that her statement that she wasn't very good at singing Tibetan was not just modesty.
Yu Huan remained seated in the chair for a short time, her only movement being to get up and go to the water station to bring over two glasses of water to soothe their throats.
Time slips away unnoticed, and in the blink of an eye, the wall clock points to 9:15.
Just as Yu Huan was watching Green Armor Xuan Yuan Jingcheng begging the ancestor to die, the sound of a doorknob turning suddenly came from the door on one side.
Immediately afterwards, Hu Jiyan, with his small mustache, poked his head in.
His gaze met Yu Huan's immediately, and he said with a smile, "Still practicing so late? I was just about to go home, and I was thinking of checking to see if you guys had left so I could lock the practice room."
As he spoke, he pushed open the door and slowly walked in.
(End of this chapter)