yournovel Chapter 373 This matter is long
Chapter 373 This matter is long
Chapter 373 This matter has a long story to tell.
"Susu, I don't really know either, why don't you explain it to me?" Sister Ru's voice drifted over with a hint of inquiry.
At this moment, Lin Yourong took off her mask, picked up her teacup, and took a small sip.
Hearing this, she sat up sideways, a thoughtful glint in her eyes. Recalling Yu Huan's words, a slight smile appeared on her lips.
After putting down her teacup and swallowing the tea, she looked at Hu Jiyan and said, "Sister Ru is right. The title track of this EP album is indeed 'As You Wish,' because its theme is much higher."
"Oh? I've seen the final drafts of 'The Wind on the Way Home' and 'The Red-Clad Lament.' The meanings of these two songs are already very profound—"
As Hu Jiyan was speaking with a surprised expression, Sister Ru suddenly patted his shoulder, a casual gesture that interrupted him.
She said half-jokingly, "Old Hu, since Mr. Y has specified 'As You Wish' as the main song, then it must be right."
Upon hearing this, Hu Jiyan was slightly taken aback. After a moment's thought, a knowing smile appeared on his face.
He nodded slightly and then said, "That makes sense. I was just a little surprised, after all, the quality of both 'The Wind on the Way Home' and 'Red-Haired Girl' is outstanding."
After a pause, Hu Jiyan looked up at Lin Yourong, his eyes filled with anticipation and curiosity.
He continued, "Lin Su, could you tell me a little about the specific theme of 'As You Wish'?"
When talking about Yu Huan's work, Lin Yourong smiled gently, her face filled with pride for Yu Huan.
Without hesitation, she replied, "Inheritance and continuation."
"Inheritance and continuation?" Hu Jiyan nodded thoughtfully, his eyes revealing a deep interest. "That's indeed a very interesting direction!"
At this moment, Hu Jiyan felt as if he had found a kindred spirit, and he truly admired Mr. Y, who was a generation younger than him.
Pop music producers who are willing to focus on creating original music often produce fast-paced, catchy pop songs.
Musical opportunists who follow the crowd are everywhere, and the act of plagiarizing and rewriting songs is commonplace.
In today's superficial music market, Mr. Y is like a breath of fresh air, able to focus on the depth of the theme, cater to the audience, and create lyrics and music of excellent quality.
Upon realizing this, Hu Jiyan sighed softly, a wistful smile appearing on his face.
He looked at Lin Yourong and said with a sigh, "Lin Su, you are really lucky to be able to collaborate with such an excellent musician as Mr. Y. You can say that you will never lack good works in the future."
“That’s right! It’s rare to find a music creator as talented and insightful as Mr. Y.” Sister Ru said, tilting her head up slightly and raising her eyebrows at Lin Yourong.
Lin Yourong noticed Ru Jie's subtle expression and responded with a gentle smile.
Hu Jiyan glanced at the text on the screen one last time, then used the mouse to close the TXT document, unplugged the USB drive, and slowly stood up.
Sister Ru followed closely behind him, and the two returned to the sofa in unison.
"Old Hu, 'The Red-Haired Girl' uses quite a few traditional Chinese musical instruments—"
“That’s not a problem at all,” Hu Jiyan said without hesitation, waving his hand with a touch of pride. “Our Muse specializes in producing soundtracks for television programs, so we have a very rich collection of folk musical instruments.”
Upon hearing this, Sister Ru immediately beamed and said, "That's wonderful! Old Hu, you've really been a great help! I must treat you to a big meal!"
As they spoke, the two had already walked to the sofa.
After sitting down, Hu Jiyan leaned forward slightly, placing his hands naturally on his knees. His rather artistic mustache trembled slightly as he spoke.
“Jingru, I think you shouldn’t just talk the talk. In my opinion, Teacher Liang will definitely have time on Sunday. You should treat everyone to a meal so that we can all get together and have a chance to have a more in-depth conversation with Mr. Y.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Sister Ru immediately turned her gaze to Lin Yourong for consultation.
Seeing Lin Yourong nod slightly, Sister Ru smiled and nodded, replying, "Okay, Lao Hu, that's a good suggestion. I'll have to prepare properly."
Hu Jiyan keenly noticed the subtle interaction between the two women, a knowing smile flashing in his eyes.
He thought to himself, he wouldn't believe that Mr. Y and Lin Su had no romantic relationship.
Even when Mr. Y was invited to a dinner party, Lin Su was able to agree and make the decision.
"No problem. I saw Teacher Liang and Wenjie, so I told them and we'll meet this Sunday."
Hu Jiyan said with a smile, and started boiling water to prepare tea.
His movements were practiced and leisurely, and he continued unhurriedly, "Let's have another cup of tea, then we'll get down to business and properly plan the recording schedule. Anyway, my team will definitely cooperate fully..."
……
The sun sets exceptionally early in winter.
At four o'clock, the sky was dyed a deep and brilliant orange-red, and colorful clouds stretched freely on the horizon, their edges shimmering with a golden halo.
After finishing her work, Yu Huan stood by the window, gazing at the colorful sky, enjoying the beautiful scenery bestowed by nature, and relaxing her ciliary muscles.
After a moment of blankness, ripples began to spread across his calm mind as he started to recall some important matters.
Then, he slowly turned around, looked down at his shadow stretching long in the afterglow, and strolled unhurriedly to his desk.
The office chair made a slight creaking sound.
As Yu Huan slumped into the chair, she casually picked up her phone from the side of the mousepad.
He gently stroked the edge of his phone with his fingertips, thought for a moment, and then made a call to Yu Songnian.
Just as Yu Huan thought the call would automatically disconnect amidst the long, drawn-out ringtone, a "beep" sounded from the receiver, followed by Yu Songnian's carefree voice:
"Hey? What are you doing, Huan-ge? I'm moving some goods."
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan cut to the chase and asked, "Song Nian, do you have time tomorrow night?"
He had barely finished speaking when a chuckle came from the other end of the phone: "Brother Huan, what's up? Do you have any plans?"
Yu Huan smiled and said, "There's no fancy meal planned, but there's some serious business to attend to."
"Oh?" Yu Songnian's voice was full of curiosity.
Yu Huan's tone was calm yet serious: "Isn't the shop going to be demolished? I might have to deal with some shady characters, so I need you to come with me and help me out."
"What? A gangster? Brother Huan, you're not going to get into a fight, are you?" Yu Songnian's voice was clearly filled with doubt and surprise, as if he had heard something unbelievable.
Before he could finish speaking, he added firmly, "Then I'll help you find a few more people!"
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan was speechless for a moment before explaining, "Song Nian, I already told you to watch less gangster movies. This is a civilized society now, why get into a fight? Anyway, it just involves dealing with some people involved in demolition projects. It's not dangerous, but it involves a lot of complex issues and vested interests—"
Before he could finish his patient and detailed explanation, Yu Songnian suddenly interrupted him in a gruff voice: "I understand, you want to negotiate with them, right? No problem! I'll work faster tomorrow and try to finish as soon as possible." Hearing this, Yu Huan realized his younger brother had misunderstood and quickly said, "It's not really a negotiation, it's a long story—"
"Then tell me, what do I need to do tomorrow?"
"Just follow behind me."
“Brother Huan, then I’ll go with you tomorrow.” Yu Songnian said readily.
A hint of relief appeared on Yu Huan's face. This little brother of hers hadn't been spoiled for nothing. She said, "Okay, Songnian, you go ahead and do your work. It's settled. I'll call you again tomorrow."
“OK,” Yu Songnian replied.
"Then I'll hang up!" Knowing that his little brother was still working, Yu Huan didn't nag him any further.
After hanging up the phone, Yu Huan did not put down her phone, but instead opened the text messaging app.
His long, slender fingers flew across the nine-square grid: 'Brother Chen, let's meet at Suixi Teahouse on Xiangchun Road tomorrow night at 7:30. I'll be there on time. Looking forward to seeing you and Brother Da Wu.'
Politely edit this text, select Chen Fulai as the recipient, and click send.
Within moments, the other party replied: 'Brother Yu, I received your text message. Brother Wu and I will definitely be there tomorrow night at 7:30.'
Having finished an important matter, Yu Huan casually put down her phone, leaned back in her chair, her eyes softening and relaxing as she began to slack off.
He leisurely crossed his legs, picked up the mouse with his right hand, clicked on the browser, and browsed the posts on Tianya Community for a while.
The wall clock ticked away, and time passed quietly and steadily.
Outside the window, the orange-red sky gradually darkened.
Yu Huan glanced at the time displayed in the lower right corner of the screen intermittently. Seeing that it was already 4:50, she then shut down the computer.
He turned around, picked up the jacket hanging on the back of the chair, put it on neatly, and was about to put his phone in his pocket when it vibrated in his hand and rang with a melodious ringtone.
Yu Huan glanced at the word 'wife' displayed on the screen and a smile involuntarily crept onto her lips.
He quickly swiped his finger across the answer button, held the phone to his ear, and said gently, "Hello, my dear wife, what can I do for you?"
A soft, bell-like laugh came from the other end of the phone.
She said in a cheerful tone, "There are no instructions. You're coming to my parents' house for dinner tonight. Hmm... Sister Ru found me a Kunqu Opera teacher. I need to communicate with her remotely via Skype tonight, so I came over to get the microphone."
After thinking for a moment, Yu Huan replied, "Okay, I'll go to the appliance market after get off work. I should be there by six o'clock tonight."
"Going to buy an electric kettle, right?" Lin Yourong immediately understood and said with a smile, "I didn't expect you to care so much about my dad!"
Hearing this, Yu Huan's smile grew even wider. He turned around and sat slightly on the edge of the table: "Of course! He's the best father-in-law in the world. Without him, we wouldn't be together!"
Lin Yourong chuckled: "You should say that to my dad's face. I can't convey your sweet talk."
Yu Huan chuckled and glanced at the wall clock.
He asked, "Honey, is there anything else? I have to go to a meeting soon."
"Well, that's all for now. You can go ahead and do your thing."
"Okay, honey, I'll hang up now." Yu Huan said, holding the phone up to her face, her fingertip lightly swiping the hang-up button, before stepping towards the door...
……
As dusk settles, the night in Changsha is illuminated by colorful lights.
Yu Huan rode his electric scooter through the bustling city night, the dim streetlights casting a long shadow on him.
The biting wind blew mercilessly across his slightly exposed neck, like a knife cutting through it.
Before long, the electric scooter sped up to the gate of the residential area.
Yu Huan gripped the handlebars tightly, but instead of riding in, he casually parked his electric scooter on the side of the road in a bicycle parking space.
He took off his helmet, opened the seat compartment and put it inside, rubbed his somewhat cold hands, locked the bike, picked up the electric kettle from the footrest, and strode towards the residential area.
As Yu Huan passed through the lobby on the first floor, she suddenly had a whimsical idea. Holding a cardboard box in one hand, she took off her mask with the other and stuffed it into her pocket.
Instead of rushing to the elevator, she turned to the mirror and stopped walking.
After looking around to make sure no one was there, she turned slightly to the side and glanced at herself in the mirror.
Yu Huan pursed his lips, a slightly smug smile appearing on his face: "It's fate that I'm this handsome!"
Scored twice.
After indulging in his narcissism once more, he immediately turned around, took three steps at a time, and entered the elevator lobby, then took the elevator to the fifteenth floor.
Yu Huan held the electric kettle in one hand and pressed the doorbell with the other.
A few moments.
The door was slowly pushed open with a soft sound, and the mother-in-law stood behind it with a big smile. She turned to the side and said, "Xiao Yu, the dishes are all ready. We're just waiting for you to start eating."
Yu Huan stepped in and quickly replied with a smile, "Mom, after my meeting, I went to the furniture market, which took up a little time."
The voice just fell.
Old Lin's figure suddenly appeared in the entrance hall.
The father-in-law looked at the corrugated cardboard box in his arms, his eyes behind his black-rimmed glasses revealing a hint of curiosity and expectation: "Xiao Yu, I heard from You Rong that you went to the appliance market to buy me something?"
Yu Huan smiled and nodded.
As he closed the door with one hand, he lifted the box up with the other and said, "Dad, I bought you a small automatic electric kettle. It's very convenient to use this for making tea. I bought one before, and it works quite well. It doesn't take up much space, and I think you'll definitely like it."
Upon hearing this, Old Lin hurriedly stepped forward.
He reached out and took the cardboard box, glanced at it briefly, and said cheerfully, "I know this. One of my old friends has one at home too, the kind that automatically fills the water tank, right?"
“That’s right,” Yu Huan replied without hesitation.
"He's practically a son-in-law, after all. You even went out of your way to buy this. You're so thoughtful." Old Lin held the box in one hand and gently patted Yu Huan's shoulder with the other.
(End of this chapter)