yournovel Chapter 180 is so good!
Chapter 180 is so good!
Chapter 180 is so good!
The sound quality is extremely poor.
The guitar strumming was messy and chaotic, and the drumbeats were clattering and indistinct, as if they were echoing through several layers of walls.
Yu Huan nestled on the sofa, holding her phone. Worried about disturbing their sleep, she quickly turned the volume down to one-third.
Sudden--
A clear human voice pierced through the noise, instantly washing away all the distractions and bringing a refreshing feeling:
"Let's chase our dreams together!"
Delicate pronunciation.
A rich and expressive tone of voice.
The chanting entered my ears.
Yu Huan got goosebumps all over her body.
"We try to hold the sun in the palm of our hands~ We laugh at the vicissitudes of time~ and steadfastly remain each other's ray of light~"
As the song progresses...
Her voice gradually rose, echoing in the living room like heavenly music.
All the imperfections in the sound quality were instantly masked.
"It's you~ It's you~ The youth behind me is all you~ You painted my mountains and streams~ You brought me a torrential downpour~ Washing away the mud~ Awakening my true self~"
The heart-stirring chant, accompanied by the progress bar indicating defeat, is about to end.
The music stopped.
The scene erupted in a deafening roar of screams.
Yu Huan felt as if she had arrived at the stage. Combining Lin You Rong's makeup and outfit today, she could almost see the dazzling and beautiful figure on the stage.
His chest heaved with emotion.
This highly anticipated female celebrity is actually his wife!
After three breaths.
Lin Yourong's clear, cool voice blared from the speakers: "The title track of my first solo album is called 'It's You,' thank you everyone—"
The words were cut short before they were finished, and the living room fell silent once more.
Yu Huan patted her stomach and let out a long sigh of relief, feeling completely comfortable.
My wife sings so well, I feel so proud as her husband.
After listening to the audio for about four minutes, he exited to the search interface and casually refreshed it. Instantly, more than a dozen related reposts popped up on the square.
It's already past 1 a.m., you know.
'Finally, Lin Su's new album is here! Although the audio quality of this title track is a bit poor, you can still feel the charm of Lin Su's voice; it's so beautiful!'
A Weibo user named 'Susu's Little Sapling' commented on the repost: 'Although the sound quality is poor, Lin Su's voice is still clear and moving. Her rendition of "It's You" is so heartfelt, truly captivating. Looking forward to the official release; it will surely be even more perfect!'
He's obviously a fan of his wife's music.
Yu Huan smiled and continued to swipe across the screen.
One netizen, a fan of 'Ai Susu's Jiaojiao,' commented while reposting: 'Even with this low audio quality, you can feel her love and dedication to music. This song is so beautifully sung; I can't wait to hear the official version!'
"Ahhhhh! My Susu sings so well!" A strange creature is going crazy on Weibo.
……
Yu Huan skimmed through the text, completely ignoring the related Weibo posts and reposts from those crazy fans.
Finally, I checked the comments section and found a few scattered replies from passersby, all of which were praises.
The situation is very good.
WAV is a common format for voice recorders.
Yu Huan secretly guessed that this must have been secretly recorded by a sasaeng fan and then leaked.
As a devoted fan, Yu Huan casually forwarded the link to Weibo's cloud storage, added two hashtags, and captioned it: 'As expected of my wife, she sang so well! #LinSu's "It's You"#, #LinSu's New Song Leaked#'
He immediately exited the Weibo interface and gave Wang Xianjiao a pep talk:
'It sounds great, I love listening to it!'
If the recording incident at the headquarters escalates tomorrow, and someone tries to muddy the waters, they're hoping she'll take the lead in controlling the narrative.
Immediately another message was sent:
'Get some rest.'
"I'm so excited, I can't sleep at all! The group chat is more lively than during the day!" Wang Xianjiao replied almost instantly, followed by another message: "Goodnight, Brother Yu!"
The idol's new album is about to be released, and the leaked title track is so good, it must have excited a lot of fans.
Yu Huan put his phone in his pocket, sat up from the deep sofa, slipped on his slippers, and walked slowly but with a hint of anticipation to Lin Yourong's door.
The incident was somewhat sudden, and she didn't have her phone on her.
Now they finally had an excuse to knock on her door.
Yu Huan raised her hand, her knuckles gently tapping on the door, and whispered, "Rongrong—wife—Rongrong—"
He wanted to knock harder, but then he thought about her slightly tired face after she removed her makeup, and how she would probably fall asleep as soon as she got into bed.
Her usually rosy complexion looked pale and bloodless. She must be exhausted after a busy day.
If it's really urgent, Sister Ru has her mother-in-law's phone number and will definitely call.
Thinking this, Yu Huan turned around and turned off the crystal chandelier and standing air conditioner in the living room, leaving only a dim night light.
I moved to the guest room and went to bed.
In an instant, his primordial yang energy warmed the bed.
After Yu Huan turned off the light and lay down, the melody Lin Yourong sang kept echoing in his mind, making it impossible for him to fall asleep.
After all, he had only been asleep for a few hours.
He immediately turned on the bedside lamp in the dark, wrapped himself in the blanket, and sat up.
Leaning against the headboard, he began to think carefully about "I Am a Singer." He had handled the press releases for this program in his previous life and had done some research on various aspects of it.
Its competition format is geared towards showcasing the singers' versatility. To avoid turning it into "I Am the King of Golden Melodies," singers are only allowed to perform their own songs twice, which is fairer to singers with fewer original songs.
If Lin Yourong does successfully participate in "I Am a Singer", then she must seize these two opportunities.
He needs to think carefully about which two songs would be suitable...
It needs to be both sophisticated and accessible, capable of holding its own against established singers, and popular and easily spread throughout the streets and alleys.
He opened the notes function on his coarse grain phone and began to jot down some thoughts.
Before he knew it, it was already past midnight, when the temperature was at its lowest, and his exposed hands were almost frozen.
Overcome with drowsiness, Yu Huan yawned, then tossed her phone to the side of her pillow, lay flat on the soft bed, and slowly closed her eyes.
In the warm comfort of the bed, consciousness instantly drifted into a deep sleep.
When Yu Huan woke up from the urge to suffocate, it was already past nine in the morning.
He picked up his phone with bright eyes, checked the time, then sat up in bed and stretched.
Feeling the stretch and release in every part of my body, even though I only slept for five hours, I felt incredibly energetic.
Yu Huan threw off the covers, quickly got out of bed, slipped on her slippers, and quickly dressed. Since she wasn't planning to go back to sleep, she immediately tidied up the bed.
He then opened the door and went to the bathroom to relieve himself.
I could hear my mother-in-law's cheerful voice coming from the direction of the restaurant.
Just as he stepped out the door, the door to Lin Yourong's room suddenly opened.
Lin Yourong, wearing light pink pajamas, stepped out.
She had her eyes half-open, still sleepy, and her thick, beautiful hair fell in strands over her shoulders, with a few strands even brushing against her cheeks.
He didn't seem to be fully awake yet, and Yu Huan felt like she was sleepwalking.
Looking at her casual yet adorable demeanor, Yu Huan couldn't help but laugh out loud and waved to her, "Rongrong, good morning~"
"Well……"
Lin Yourong turned her head and saw only Yu Huan's eyes, which were sparkling with a clear light.
She suddenly became more aware of things.
A strand of hair drifted in front of her right eye.
Her steps, which had been striding forward, suddenly faltered. She then hurriedly raised her hand to touch her head and smooth her disheveled hair.
In a flash, she quickly took three steps back and slammed the door shut.
Looking at the tightly closed door, Yu Huan was completely bewildered.
?
I have absolutely no idea what her mental state is like right now.
Yu Huan put her hands on her hips and took three steps forward into the living room. From this position, she could see Lao Lin and her mother-in-law sitting at the dining table enjoying breakfast.
"Xiao Yu, you're awake! Come and have some breakfast," the mother-in-law greeted him warmly with a smile.
Yu Huan glanced at Old Lin, who was frowning and playing on his phone next to his mother-in-law.
My father-in-law looked very serious.
Yu Huan nodded in response: "Okay, Mom, I'll go wash up first."
The words have not yet fallen.
The door to Lin Yourong's room was suddenly opened again, and she stepped out gracefully.
Yu Huan turned to look at her.
At this moment, her long black hair was now hanging down smoothly, clearly having been styled, and she looked beautiful.
Uh……
Yu Huan scratched his head, feeling somewhat confused.
Does this girl still have any image to maintain in front of him?
I remember once, she said something like this...
She doesn't like makeup and prefers to go makeup-free, saying that what she presents to him is her most authentic self.
It's true that I usually prefer to go makeup-free, but to say that I'm being my "real self" is definitely an artistic exaggeration.
This made Yu Huan think that she didn't care about her image at all in front of him.
However, now, watching her graceful figure taking small steps towards the bathroom, I couldn't help but think to myself:
A woman’s mouth is a liar!
When her mother-in-law saw her daughter head straight for the bathroom, she hurriedly called out, "Yourong, I bought fried dough sticks and steamed buns. Come brush your teeth and eat them while they're hot."
"I'm going back to sleep!" she waved without turning her head.
Old Lin watched the young couple enter the bathroom one after the other, then turned to his mother-in-law and whispered, "Why is Xiao Yu still sleeping in the guest room?"
The mother-in-law took a bite of the steamed bun, chewed it slightly, and said with a smile, "The couple is probably just embarrassed."
In the Hunan and Hubei region, there is a custom that husbands and wives do not sleep in the same bed when they visit the wife's parents' home twice. However, unless it is an old-fashioned tradition, this custom does not apply to only daughters.
bathroom.
Yu Huan, who had been beaten to it, could only wash up at the sink outside.
He squeezed out a small amount of bright green toothpaste and smeared it on his toothbrush.
Then, he picked up the cup and moistened his mouth. As the toothbrush moved between his teeth, foam gradually accumulated in his mouth, and the refreshing aroma of minty green tea filled the air.
Lin Yourong came out of the restroom and stopped a step away. Her clear almond eyes were no longer so sleepy as she carefully examined Yu Huan's profile for a while.
Then he said, "You need to shave. There's my dad's razor in the cabinet under the sink."
"Oh, is it so?"
Yu Huan responded indistinctly, looking up at himself in the mirror. His irregular schedule these past few days had caused his stubble to grow rapidly.
Lin Yourong smiled as she looked at his mouth full of foam and his tongue unable to straighten, and gracefully walked past him.
Just as she stepped one foot out of the bathroom door, she suddenly felt a light touch on her buttocks.
Lin Yourong froze instantly.
They're already being naughty this early in the morning!
This person—
Why is he suddenly reaching for her butt?
(End of this chapter)