yournovel Chapter 350 The Man Behind Lin Su!
Chapter 350 The Man Behind Lin Su!
Chapter 350 The Man Behind Lin Su!
In the deep darkness of the night, two beams of headlights pierced the gloom ahead, casting long streaks of light and shadow.
In this interplay of light and shadow, fine mist floats leisurely, drifting with the wind.
Sister Ru drove the car and stopped it crookedly on one side of the entrance to the corridor.
The roar of the engine had just subsided when a sudden "thump-thump" sound rang out.
The sound came suddenly, particularly abrupt in the quiet atmosphere; someone was knocking on the car window.
Sister Ru's heart skipped a beat. Following the sound, she turned her head nervously.
Through the car window, she could vaguely see a short-haired man bending down and waving at her. He was wearing a mask, so she couldn't see his face.
"Sister Ru!" Upon hearing this warm greeting, Sister Ru recognized Yu Huan from her familiar features, and the huge weight that had been hanging over her heart finally lifted.
She breathed a sigh of relief, took her handbag from the passenger seat, and got out of the car.
With his feet firmly planted on the ground, he looked down from the roof of the car at the tall and imposing Yu Huan on the other side.
As the car door closed, a soft "bang" echoed through the quiet night, accompanied by laughter: "Who did we think it was? It's you, Yu Huan!"
"I came down to help move the printer," Yu Huan said with a smile, her voice particularly cheerful in the cold night.
"The printer is in the back row." The cold wind blew like knives, and Sister Ru couldn't help but turn up the collar of her down jacket, her brows furrowing slightly. "This damn weather, it's suddenly freezing cold."
Yu Huan opened the back door and said, "Today is alright, the weather will be worse tomorrow."
Sister Ru walked around the car, nodded slightly, and said, "I know, it's sleet! We're supposed to start working tomorrow, but the weather suddenly turned so cold and freezing. What bad luck!"
"This is indeed a bit of a test," Yu Huan casually agreed with a smile.
"Yu Huan, you can carry the printer, it's the white cardboard box. I'll carry the bags of supplies," Sister Ru said as she walked behind Yu Huan.
The light shining from the corridor dimly illuminated the carriage, allowing Yu Huan to barely make out the objects inside.
"Okay." He nodded slightly and picked up a black plastic bag first.
This bag feels light in my hand, it probably weighs only five or six pounds.
He turned around and handed it to Sister Ru behind him, then steadily carried the printer out with both hands.
This home inkjet printer is quite lightweight. Yu Huan weighed it in her hand and felt that even with the corrugated cardboard box packaging, it weighed less than ten pounds.
He held the printer in one hand and touched the car door with the other, then followed Sister Ru upstairs quickly.
Sister Ru, with her handbag tucked behind her arm, gently knocked on the door.
Soon, the front door was gently pushed open.
As soon as Sister Ru entered the room, she saw Lin Yourong and asked with concern, "Susu, why is your face so red?"
I just drank a cup of hot water.
After Lin Yourong finished speaking, she pursed her lips slightly and reached out to help carry Sister Ru's handbag.
The two lingering blushes on her cheeks, like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow, stood out strikingly.
She thought to herself, "Why do I suddenly feel like a stinky man, spouting lies so easily?"
Alright, alright, in this emergency, we must act expediently...
"Oh." Sister Ru nodded thoughtfully. "You'll be joining the crew soon, so you have to take good care of yourself. If you catch a cold or get chilled during this time, it will be a big problem. You absolutely can't let anything go wrong."
Yu Huan, who followed behind, entered with a bright smile on her face and chimed in, "Don't worry, Sister Ru, she's not fighting alone. I'm here to take good care of her, so she'll be fine."
These witty and humorous words made Lin Yourong give him a light glare, and she said in a cheerful tone, "Stop being so cheeky, you should take care of yourself first!"
"Hey! What are you saying? I can take good care of myself while I take good care of you!" Yu Huan replied, turning around to close the door.
Upon hearing this, Sister Ru smiled slightly and said, "Susu, it's rare to see a man as eloquent as your husband."
“That’s what you call high emotional intelligence!” Yu Huan shrugged, waiting for Sister Ru to change her shoes first.
He suddenly noticed that the living room was unusually quiet. He turned his head and glanced at it. The television screen was completely black, obviously turned off by Lin Yourong.
There was no fruit she had prepared on the coffee table.
With this thought in mind, Yu Huan shifted his gaze to his wife's beautiful face, a smile playing on his lips, and asked, "Wife, are you going to the karaoke room to discuss serious business?"
"Hmm~" Lin Yourong nodded slightly.
Yu Huan weighed the printer in her hands and continued, "Would it be okay if I installed the printer next to you?"
After changing into her slippers, Sister Ru picked up the bag of supplies beside her feet and said with a smile, "Yu Huan, what do you mean by 'disturbing'? You and Su Su are being far too polite to each other!"
"Sister Ru, that's called respect!" Yu Huan slightly raised her chin, took a step forward, and placed the printer steadily on the shoe counter. Then, she continued jokingly, "What if there's something I shouldn't hear?"
Lin Yourong smiled gently: "What is there that you can't hear? Just be quiet and don't make a fuss."
"Exactly, as Susu's husband, if there's something you can't listen to, what would that be like?" Sister Ru said this with a slightly raised tone, carrying a hint of teasing.
The three of them walked into the karaoke room amidst lighthearted banter.
Lin Yourong and Sister Ru sat on a beanbag chair, talking quietly about their business.
Yu Huan stood by the long table, gently placed the printer next to Lin Yourong's fruit notebook, and began unpacking.
Before the actual installation, he pulled over a rattan chair, sat down, picked up the instruction manual, and studied it carefully, confirming some details and precautions.
The two women's voices, sometimes loud and sometimes soft, echoed leisurely in the room, occasionally punctuated by a few soft laughs, creating a very pleasant atmosphere.
When Sister Ru learned that the reason she was asked to go to the recording studio was because Yu Huan had written three songs in a row, and Lin You Rong planned to release an EP album based on them—
She initially thought this was preparation for the show!
She swallowed the unchewed strawberry in her mouth, and looked up in surprise at Yu Huan's leisurely back.
She raised her voice and said, "Yu Huan, I know you're incredibly talented, but your output is just too high! It's only been a few months, and you've already written six songs!"
Yu Huan was inserting the ink cartridge into the chamber when he heard a "click," indicating that the cartridge was securely installed.
Without turning his head, he replied half-jokingly, "There's nothing I can do. Life with my wife is just too colorful. Lately, inspiration has been flowing out like a spring, and I just can't stop it."
Upon hearing this, Sister Ru's lips curled up in a wide smile.
Mr. Y has an inspiration, that's wonderful!
As a partner in Lin Su Studio, Mr. Y's inspiration is closely related to her wallet.
She turned to Lin Yourong with delight: "Susu, how are these three songs?"
Yu Huan quickly interjected, "Don't worry, these are all songs that can easily impress a large audience! With my wife's extraordinary talent, her performances will surely be spectacular and create a sensation in the Chinese music scene!" He had given these songs careful consideration before choosing them.
Lin Yourong comes from a respectable family and openly refuses to perform in commercial events, yet she has no shortage of opportunities to perform in high-profile venues.
After appearing at various galas, her status naturally rises, and the title of "Queen of Pop" is a natural outcome.
After hearing Yu Huan's rosy promise, Sister Ru's face lit up with joy, and she asked, "Really?"
Yu Huan was busy with his hands, but without thinking, he laughed and said, "It's absolutely true. There's no other reason than that I have absolute confidence in my wife's singing ability to turn straw into gold."
Sister Ru chuckled and said, "Yu Huan, I really admire your talent. Otherwise, Su Su wouldn't be so devoted to you."
The voice just fell.
Lin Yourong's smile faltered slightly, and a hint of reproach appeared on her face.
What does it mean to be completely devoted to this jerk?
She raised her hand and gently patted Sister Ru's arm: "Wang Jingru, how can you talk like that?"
Seeing this, Sister Ru secretly thought to herself, "Does it even need to be said that you are completely devoted to Yu Huan?"
Even a blind person could see it!
Thinking this in his heart, he immediately gave a vague answer and began a long-winded attempt to change the subject:
"Haha, Susu, I'm praising you two! Yu Huan is talented, and you have good taste; you two are a match made in heaven. Susu, let's discuss the release of the EP first. The collaboration with Rock Records last time went quite well..."
As Yu Huan listened to Sister Ru's endless chatter, a faint smile appeared on her lips.
He confirmed that all the printer supplies had been installed, and then took out the data interface cable from the cardboard box.
After untying the straps, he got up, found the corresponding interface on the back of the printer, and connected the printer to the Fruit Notebook.
After assembling the printer and setting it up on the laptop, the printer started working with a slight running sound.
Yu Huan examined the paper that was slowly being expelled, then shook her head from side to side and stretched her neck.
Once the printer stopped working, he gently picked up the three sheets of paper and checked the print quality.
On each page, the musical notation was written very clearly.
He then placed the paper on the right side of the notebook with satisfaction and held it down with the mouse.
Yu Huan overheard the two women behind her talking about how they were coordinating with the "I Am a Singer" program team, and then about Xing Yujia, the only employee in the studio who received a fixed salary.
It was mentioned that Xing Yujia would take the train from her hometown of Lingling tomorrow morning to officially start work, and would temporarily stay at Sister Ru's house.
After that topic was put to rest, Lin Yourong said, "Let's go to the recording studio again this afternoon."
"Okay," Sister Ru replied.
Having successfully completed his task, Yu Huan clapped his hands and stood up. Just then, he heard Lin Yourong suddenly raise her voice slightly and ask him, "Honey, is the printer installed?"
"It's all set up." Yu Huan turned around and smiled gently at her.
When discussing work, the Pure Love Warrior proved to be more intelligent than he had imagined; as a graduate of the School of Marxism, he was quite opinionated in his speech.
Unlike when they first started dating, he didn't feel like he could be easily led by the nose...
"Thank you, darling~" Lin Yourong said, gesturing to him with most of the tangerine in her hand, "Here, have a tangerine."
Yu Huan stepped forward and glanced down at the small black notebook in Sister Ru's hand.
On the open title page, the handwriting was neat and tidy.
He thought to himself that Wang Jingru was quite professional.
He quickly looked away, took the tangerine, broke off a segment, and put it in his mouth.
With a gentle bite, the juicy juice bursts forth, filling the mouth with a refreshing and rich orange aroma.
He swallowed the tangerine and said, "Wife, you two can chat slowly—Sister Ru, I won't disturb you any longer."
Sister Ru shifted her gaze from the notebook to his face and casually asked with a smile, "Is something wrong?"
Yu Huan nodded without hesitation: "Yes, my wife's cash flow is not very good, so I will do the arrangement and demos of these three songs myself to save her some money."
Hearing this, Sister Ru clicked her tongue in admiration and turned to Lin Yourong, saying, "Susu, your husband is truly a treasure, so dedicated to helping you develop your career."
Yu Huan looked into his wife's large, crystal-clear eyes.
The two looked at each other, and he jokingly picked up the thread: "Otherwise what? I'm the man behind the big star Lin Su!"
Say it.
He winked his right eye at his wife, who had a sweet smile on her face, then turned and strode away.
When Yu Huan walked to the bedroom balcony, he had already eaten half of the tangerine.
I casually pressed the light switch on the right wall, and bright light gradually illuminated the room.
His gaze was first drawn to a mobile coat rack placed by the window, which was filled with layers upon layers of clothes.
The entrance to the balcony felt a bit cramped because of the clothes rack.
Yu Huan walked sideways, sat comfortably at the desk, and started her laptop.
He first opened the encrypted document, then clicked on the browser, skillfully entered the cryptocurrency exchange, and browsed various transaction data and market trends.
He thoughtfully analyzed the patterns, occasionally comparing them with the content in the encrypted document.
After a short while, Yu Huan switched both apps to the background, put on her headphones, and opened the professional music production software.
Suddenly, Lin Yourong's bright eyes and sweet smile came to mind, and I remembered her strong interest in the song "Red Cliff".
So Yu Huan used the mouse to click "Create New Project," named it "Chi Ling," and decided to create the DOMO for this song first.
After setting the basic rhythm, start selecting suitable instrument timbres from the resource library...
In the stillness, Yu Huan, who was completely absorbed in his work, had become extremely oblivious to the passage of time.
Until a rustling sound entered his ear canal.
Yu Huan looked out the window upon hearing the sound and saw raindrops falling in the dim light, pattering against the glass.
In-ear headphones with no noise cancellation function naturally cannot block out the sound of rain hitting the window.
(End of this chapter)