yournovel Chapter 27 It’s you
Chapter 27 It’s you
Chapter 27 It’s you
"Where are you?"
Just as he sat in the driver's seat, Lin Yourong called.
The clear voice was light and airy, languid and slightly hoarse, but not as tired as last night; it was obvious that the person had just woken up.
"I'm at the hospital. I just had my cast removed."
With that, Yu Huan inserted the key into the lock and started the car.
"Congratulations on recovering! No wonder my mom came back from grocery shopping and said she couldn't see you because your room door was open."
"My foot is better, but not completely healed, so I can't walk far yet." Yu Huan held her phone in one hand and turned the steering wheel with the other, slowly driving out of the parking space. "Sister Rong, when I go out, you'll be the only one sleeping at home. I don't want to wake you up."
"I just found out that my dad went to a banquet."
"Yeah--"
"Then come over for lunch. My mom said she'll make you stir-fried beef with yellow peppers."
"Okay, I'll come right away."
Yu Huan readily agreed.
Since it's the mother-in-law who spoke, there's no way to be polite. To be fussy and be urged repeatedly is just being inconsiderate.
We passed the security booth without any hindrance and drove the car into the garage that Lin Yourong had pointed out the night before.
Yu Huan leisurely took the elevator to the fifteenth floor and rang the electronic doorbell.
A few moments.
Lin Yourong, wearing a thick pink cotton pajama set, opened the door.
"You're here, Xiao Yu." She glanced at Yu Huan's black cotton shoes and couldn't help but laugh, "You look like you're in your seventies or eighties. Even my dad wouldn't wear these shoes!"
Yu Huan nodded and said, "It's comfortable. The most important thing is that I don't have to force my feet into them when I wear them. My feet aren't fully healed yet!"
"Really? I need to practice singing. Do as you please. My mom is cooking in the kitchen." With that, Lin Yourong turned and headed to the living room.
Yu Huan turned around and closed the door.
Watching her silky black hair tied high at the back of her head, the high ponytail swayed as she walked, revealing her slender neck.
I looked away and sat down on the shoe bench.
Now I can finally wear both Rainbow Cat shoes on my feet!
Comfortable!
That said, less than twenty minutes after Yu Huan drove over, Lin Yourong got up and started doing her business.
She sat on the spacious balcony, where orange-yellow sunlight streamed in through the semi-transparent gauze curtains.
She was surrounded by bright sunlight, and her whole being was bathed in a warm glow.
Her golden hair swayed gently as she held a guitar in her arms.
A music stand stood in front of her.
He plucked the strings and played a chord repeatedly, while also chanting a line of lyrics over and over again, seemingly pondering the pronunciation.
"At the beginning of life, we make a wish, a wish... um..." After thinking for a moment, she softened the word 'make a wish': "At the beginning of life, we make a wish~"
Yu Huan sat on the sofa and didn't disturb her.
While playing on my phone, I silently pricked up my ears to listen.
Sudden.
"Yourong, the water's boiled!" The mother-in-law called out as she opened the kitchen door.
Suddenly, she saw Yu Huan: "Little Yu is back!"
She quickly wiped her hands on her apron, walked out of the kitchen to the sofa, and looked at his left leg: "The cast is off now. I knew you young people were in good physical condition!"
The words "come back" made Yu Huan pause, as if her heartbeat slowed down.
Yes.
In his mother-in-law's eyes, he is now part of the family.
"Yes, I'm better, but not completely. The doctor said I can't walk far or lift anything." Yu Huan smiled shyly.
Just saying.
Lin Yourong got up, leaned her guitar against the sofa, and asked Yu Huan, "Would you like some milk tea? I made it myself."
"How about a drink?"
"wait a moment."
Lin Yourong strides forward, her long legs still visible even through her thick trousers.
The mother-in-law smiled and said to Yu Huan, "You Rong loves making these things the most, like milk tea and cakes."
"Mom's cheesecake was delicious too!"
What kind of cake?
"Cheesecake—"
“I don’t know how to make this. It must have been Rong who made it.” After saying that, the mother-in-law also went to the kitchen.
Yu Huan was taken aback for a moment.
On the day they got their marriage certificate, didn't Lin Yourong say that the cake was made by her mother-in-law?
She made it herself.
Yu Huan pondered it carefully.
hiss--
This lady.
She seems a bit arrogant!
To be honest, it felt like a bullet that was fired a long time ago had hit me right between the eyebrows.
Only then did I gain a better understanding of Old Lin's description of his daughter as "cold on the outside but warm on the inside."
He glanced at the guitar leaning against the sofa beside him, picked it up without hesitation, placed it on his lap, tilted it towards his chest, and hugged it close to his chest.
However, sitting upright on the sofa, with no space behind you, and the height being too low, makes it a bit uncomfortable to bounce up.
So Yu Huan moved to a high stool on the balcony and, without batting an eye, took over the spot.
Pick up the guitar and strum it gently; the sound is sensitive and loud, the tone is pure, the resonance is long, and the guitar body seems to vibrate slightly.
I couldn't help but think to myself:
"Damn! No wonder it's a Martin that costs at least tens of thousands of yuan. My Yamaha, which only costs a thousand or so yuan, can't compare!"
Basking in the warm sunshine.
The entire person was illuminated, making their features clearly defined.
He then skillfully played the scale.
The pitch is definitely accurate.
Feeling itchy to play, Yu Huan performed a fingerstyle piece—using percussion, string bending, harmonic tapping, and tremolo.
His fingers were long and strong, leaping and sliding across the guitar strings.
This is because I've been practicing whenever I have free time at home lately, and my left fingers are quite precise every time they touch the strings, without making any mistakes.
With the help of several techniques, a beautiful and vibrant melody resonated in the living room.
The climax, with its strumming, pushes the song's layers to their peak.
As the last melody faded, Lin Yourong, who had been standing to the side with her elbows crossed, took advantage of his momentary lapse in attention and withdrew her wide-open, surprised expression.
He said calmly, "Sunflower!"
One is a Chinese name, and the other is an English name.
Yu Huan was surprised.
It should be noted that before his career took off, every time he played this piece in front of people, the audience would look at him blankly as he finished playing, and would ask, "Can you play Chengdu?"
So he could only silently shake his head and finally say, "No."
Fingerstyle guitar goes unnoticed, while singing and playing music attracts a harem of wives and concubines.
Does having a bad voice mean you can't play guitar?
The feeling of finally finding a kindred spirit almost brought tears to Yu Huan's eyes.
sister!
He's a musician after all!
You understand me!
Lin Yourong watched as the sunlight shone on Yu Huan's bright, smiling face.
His lips curled up, revealing his neat, bright white teeth.
She hesitated for a moment: "You know this trick?"
"You didn't expect that, did you!" Yu Huan gently placed the guitar across her lap, then changed the subject: "How about I sing you another one?"
At this moment, Lin Yourong, whose worldview seemed to have been rewritten, nodded hastily: "You sing!"
"Cough cough!"
Yu Huan coughed lightly and cleared his throat.
Singing and playing instruments is 30% about playing the instrument and 70% about singing.
A C major key is all you need; all you have to do is press the chords with your left hand and start strumming.
Yu Huan had already planned ahead and knew exactly what was going on, so he decided to just sing her a song called "It's You".
Oh, it's JJ's strumming version.
After setting the capo to the second fret and listening to the intro, Yu Huan began to sing:
"Let's chase our dreams together!"
Sing the first line of lyrics.
The sound was like sawing wood, completely out of tune and not in sync with the accompaniment, causing Lin Yourong to frown.
Seeing how engrossed they were, I didn't want to disturb them.
Listen quietly.
"Let's try to hold the sun in our palms~"
We laugh together at the vicissitudes of time.
"And steadfastly, we remain each other's light."
……
"It's you, it's you~ All the youth behind me is you~"
……
"It's you, it's you~ Planting a forest full of courage~"
"Erase the desolation from the cloak~"
"Let me turn into a flying fish and leap out of the sea!"
"Go and touch the miracle!"
……
Finished a song.
Yu Huan let out a long sigh of relief, his forehead glistening in the sunlight, covered with a fine layer of sweat.
I was so engrossed in singing that I almost broke out in a sweat.
"How is it?" Yu Huan asked, looking up.
After a few minutes, Lin Yourong, whose ears were suffering terribly, shook her head repeatedly without hesitation.
“It sounds terrible!”
(End of this chapter)