yournovel Chapter 503 I love this chapter
Chapter 503 I love this chapter
Chapter 503 I Love Hearing That
In the spacious and bright practice room.
Lin Yourong tilted her head slightly, revealing the graceful lines of her neck, as beautiful as a swan's.
With her eyes gently closed, she was intently following Zhang Ye's instructions, patiently adjusting the unique vibrato in her Tibetan accent again and again.
Hu Jiyan noticed this scene and subconsciously slowed his pace.
He turned slightly to the side, leaned closer to Yu Huan, and deliberately lowered his voice before saying, "Yu Huan, I'll give you the key to the practice room first. Just lock the door when you leave, and give it back to me tomorrow."
As he spoke, he reached into his pocket, fumbled for a bunch of keys, and deftly flipped them, intending to remove one of the keys and give it to him.
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan subconsciously glanced in the direction of Lin Yourong and Zhang Ye.
At this moment, Zhang Ye noticed Hu Jiyan's arrival, raised his hand to look at the watch on his wrist, and then smiled and spoke.
"It's already 9:20. Yourong, I can tell you've put a lot of thought and effort into this song during the Lunar New Year holidays."
"A string can easily break if it's stretched too tight. Go home tonight and get some rest. Clear your mind and maybe you'll be able to master it when you practice again tomorrow."
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan stood up abruptly.
He casually put his phone in his pocket and quickly chimed in, "Sister Zhang is absolutely right, haste makes waste. You should get a good night's sleep tonight, and I'll make you some rock sugar pear soup to soothe your throat when I get back."
Hu Jiyan was just putting the key away when he heard Yu Huan's words and saw the almost overflowing concern in his eyes as he looked at Lin Yourong...
A feeling of utter astonishment welled up inside me.
Hu Jiyan's gaze darted back and forth between Yu Huan and Lin Yourong, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself:
Goodness gracious, could these two be living together?
This relationship is definitely not ordinary!
If they really live together, then that goes far beyond the scope of ordinary boyfriend and girlfriend!
Once the thought popped into his mind, it grew wildly like weeds, spreading instantly and becoming impossible to suppress.
He knew all too well that if this were true, the consequences of such an announcement would be unimaginable.
This will definitely be like a powerful bombshell, causing a huge uproar in the entertainment industry and instantly becoming a sensational news story!
Especially for singers like Lin Su who rose to prominence through music talent shows, they are born with idol attributes and have a diverse and complex fan base. Most fans are very sensitive about their idols' romantic relationships, let alone cohabitation.
Once the evidence is confirmed, a torrent of negative public opinion will surely follow, with overwhelming news reports and intense reactions from fans...
To conceal his surging surprise and curiosity, Hu Jiyan subconsciously cleared his throat, pretending to be nonchalant, and said, "Oh, Xiao Yu, it seems you've been taking good care of Lin Su."
As soon as he said it, he felt that what he said was somewhat superfluous. It was so obvious, why did he need to say it?
But since the words had already been spoken, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and continue.
He scratched his head, then added in a half-joking tone, "Lin Su, you're so lucky to have a boyfriend as talented, handsome, and considerate as Xiao Yu!"
Yu Huan smiled brightly and picked up the conversation without hesitation, saying, "Brother Hu, please don't say that. It should be my good fortune from several lifetimes that I was able to be with her."
Upon hearing Yu Huan's words, Lin Yourong's lips pursed slightly, revealing a smile as radiant as spring flowers. She said, "You know how to talk. I like hearing that."
Zhang Ye slowly stood up, looked at the scene, and a gentle smile appeared on his face. He said, "You two are a match made in heaven. You complement each other and your good fortune is mutual."
"Teacher Zhang Ye is absolutely right!" Hu Jiyan immediately agreed.
Night fell gently from the distant horizon, enveloping the entire Malanshan Cultural and Creative Park.
The surroundings were eerily quiet; not a breath of wind could be found.
The rustling leaves that had been there when we arrived were now frozen in place, as if under a spell, as if the whole world had fallen into a solidified silence.
The silhouettes of the buildings on both sides of the asphalt road were faintly visible in the thick darkness of the night.
If it weren't for the streetlights arranged in a staggered pattern on both sides of the road, emitting a soft, hazy light that adds a touch of warmth to the night, it would probably feel eerie and terrifying, sending chills down one's spine.
The four of them walked out of Muse Music amidst laughter and cheerful conversation.
After saying goodbye to them briefly, Hu Jiyan stopped and turned around to lock the door.
Yu Huan took a deep breath of the fresh night air, feeling the coolness seep into her lungs through her nose, and then strode straight to the right rear of the BMW, waiting for Lin Yourong to unlock the car door.
As soon as the car door opened, he was the first to sit in the back seat of the BMW.
Seeing this, Zhang Ye also quickly took his seat in the passenger seat.
She turned her head slightly to look at Lin Yourong, who was fastening her seatbelt, and said softly, "Yourong, just take me to the east gate of Martyrs' Park. I'm staying there now."
"Okay." Lin Yourong nodded gently and reached out to start the engine.
In an instant, the little BMW emitted a deep and steady roar.
A brief silence fell over the car.
Yu Huan knew his wife had been practicing singing for a long time and her vocal cords needed rest. To break the silence and liven things up, he said:
"Sister Zhang, I heard you came back to visit relatives yesterday. How long do you plan to stay here before returning to Yanjing?"
When Zhang Ye heard this question, he smoothed the hair behind his ear.
She said in a relaxed and somewhat carefree tone, "I don't have any performances scheduled right now, so I was thinking of bringing my mom back to stay for a few more days, to visit relatives and friends, and to go sightseeing. As for how long we'll stay, I don't really have a definite plan. I'll just do what I feel like. If I've had enough and want to go back to Yanjing, then it's not too late to leave."
"Sounds very relaxing," Yu Huan said with a gentle smile.
“It’s quite leisurely. I haven’t been back for many years. These past two days I’ve been busy visiting relatives and friends with my mother. I haven’t even had time to try the snacks on the streets. But there probably aren’t many shops open for business now…” Zhang Ye said, a faint trace of nostalgia flashing in his eyes.
Zhang Ye, a member of the "national team," is quite different from ordinary artists who are busy touring the country. As a legitimate singer, she is mostly seen on important national stages, as well as at high-profile galas and charity events. Not to mention, she herself lives a very secluded life.
A moment later, after warming up the BMW's engine, Lin Yourong put her hands on the steering wheel, lightly pressed the accelerator, and slowly drove away from the building where Muse Music was located.
The streetlights swept past the car window one by one, their dim yellow light casting a warm glow on the faces of the three people inside.
Lin Yourong stared intently at the road ahead, moved her lips, and said softly, "Senior sister, it's a pity I've been too busy these past few days, otherwise I would have accompanied you all to wander around."
Zhang Ye was gazing absently at the fleeting night view outside the window.
Hearing this, she slowly turned her head, a smile in her eyes, and said, "I don't need you to accompany me. What's most important for you right now is to devote yourself wholeheartedly to the 'I Am a Singer' competition and try your best to win the title of King of Singers. Then not only Teacher Li, but I will also be proud—the title of the first place winner in 'I Am a Singer' is called King of Singers, right?"
“That’s right, he’s the King of Singers.” Yu Huan, sitting in the back seat, chimed in.
Lin Yourong pursed her lips and said softly, "Senior sister, please don't put so much pressure on me. Although I do hope to perform well on the show, you know that 'I Am a Singer' and 'The Voice of China' are not even in the same league. The competition is too fierce. I'm facing mentor-level singers. Look at Yang Zongwei, such a powerful singer, he was eliminated in just one round... So for me, if I can persevere for a few more episodes and let more audiences hear my music, I'll consider it a success."
Yu Huan's lips curled into a teasing smile as she said, "There's an old saying, 'A soldier who doesn't want to be a general isn't a good soldier.' How could you not have ambitions to become the King of Singers?"
“That makes perfect sense,” Zhang Ye immediately agreed.
The two of them sang in unison, which made Lin Yourong's serious face break into a slight smile.
She mimicked Yu Huan's usual joking tone and said playfully, "Alright, if I could accidentally win the title of King of Singers, that would be great too."
"That's more like it!" Upon hearing this, Yu Huan leaned forward, gave Lin Yourong a thumbs up, and said, "You have to have an indomitable spirit in your bones. That's the kind of person I know!"
Zhang Ye also raised his voice a bit, saying with a mix of teasing and encouragement, "Go for it! I believe you can do it!"
"Hmm!" Lin Youren nodded without hesitation.
Under the cover of night, the little BMW drove smoothly on the unobstructed road.
Along the way, the scenery along the street flashed by like a slideshow.
Soon, guided by Zhang Ye, the little BMW came to a smooth stop in front of the hotel across the street from the east gate of Martyrs' Park.
Yu Huan was sitting in the back seat and wasn't wearing a seatbelt. As soon as the car stopped, he quickly pushed open the door, walked briskly to the passenger side, and opened the door for Zhang Ye with deft movements.
With a polite smile on his face, he said, "Sister Zhang, thank you so much today! If it weren't for you working so hard late into the night to accompany Rongrong to practice singing and giving her such professional and detailed guidance, she would have wasted so much time and energy on those difficult parts."
Zhang Ye got out of the car unhurriedly, waved his hand gently, and said softly, "Don't be so formal with me. It's so late at night, you must be tired, especially You Rong, you must take good care of your voice."
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She turned to look at Lin Yourong inside the car, her eyes full of concern, and instructed, "Yourong, be sure to drive safely on the way back. Get some rest early tonight and don't think about the song anymore. No matter what you do, you have to balance work and rest. Get your energy and spirits up first so you'll be in good shape tomorrow."
Lin Yourong smiled, nodded gently, and replied, "Okay, Senior Sister, I'll listen to you. We'll come pick you up again at nine o'clock this morning."
"Okay, see you tomorrow." Zhang Ye nodded slightly, turned around and smiled warmly at Yu Huan, then walked quickly towards the hotel entrance.
Yu Huan deftly got into the passenger seat, closed the door, and fastened her seatbelt with a click.
He tilted his head slightly, his gaze following Zhang Ye's retreating figure as she walked into the hotel, a smile appearing on his face: "Your senior sister is truly exceptional to you, so caring and attentive."
Lin Yourong gripped the steering wheel with both hands, gently pressed the accelerator, and the little BMW moved forward smoothly again.
While keeping an eye on the road, she said, "Our two families have a long-standing relationship. I often saw Senior Sister Zhang Ye when I was very young. Also, Teacher Li is an old friend of Senior Sister Zhang Ye's parents. Senior Sister Zhang Ye usually calls Teacher Li 'Mom'."
"It seems your connection runs quite deep," Yu Huan said thoughtfully.
As far as he knew, Lin Yourong's maternal grandmother was a high-ranking leader at the Hunan Provincial Flower Drum Opera Troupe.
Lin Yourong sighed softly, her gaze fixed on the road stretching ahead, her voice softening slightly: "After Senior Sister Zhang Ye's father passed away, she rarely came back and stayed in Yanjing. I haven't seen her much either. However, she still keeps in touch with my mother and they talk on the phone occasionally."
Yu Huan nodded slightly, and suddenly felt a wave of drowsiness wash over him without warning.
He involuntarily opened his mouth wide, let out a long yawn, and his eyes instantly welled up with tears.
"This yawn just came out of nowhere." Yu Huan raised her hand to rub her eyes, but suddenly heard a soft "humph" from beside her.
He couldn't help but turn his head to look at Lin Yourong's profile as she focused on driving, and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing much." Lin Yourong shook her head, but the slightly pouting corners of her mouth clearly revealed a different kind of emotion.
"Oh."
Yu Huan casually agreed, then adjusted the backrest and half-reclined in the seat, glancing sideways through the car window at the buildings rushing past outside.
After arriving at the Martyrs' Park, it wasn't far from home.
Before long, Yu Huan caught a glimpse of the familiar shopping plaza near her home, and her little BMW was about to pass the last traffic light.
Suddenly, Yu Huan noticed that the car was slowing down.
Meanwhile, in the quiet carriage, Lin Yourong's slightly resentful voice rang out: "Don't you feel like you've forgotten something...?"
Yu Huan immediately raised the back of her chair, sat up straight, and looked at Lin Yourong with a blank expression: "What did I forget?"
Lin Yourong did not answer immediately, but only glanced at Yu Huan out of the corner of her eye.
Seeing his bewildered expression, she couldn't help but sigh softly again.
(End of this chapter)