Chapter 354: Chapter 230 Pei Muchan: Are you pregnant again? Xu: No, it’s the misty rain at dusk_3
It took about seven or eight seconds to connect before Xu Qingyan saw a glimpse of creamy white skin, and then it switched to voice call instantly.
“Mmm? Are you taking a bath?”
“What… what!” Pei Muchan’s flustered voice ca through from the other end, followed by the splashing sound of a phone nearly falling into water, “Did you see anything?”
“Of course not, you’re too quick with your hands.” He was afraid Pei Muchan would hang up out of embarrassnt and anger, a voice call… would have to do.
Another splash, and Pei Muchan spoke with slight dissatisfaction.
“It’s you, insisting on calling while I’m taking a bath.”
Calling doesn’t necessarily an you have to pick up imdiately. If it’s inconvenient, you can always call back later.
Xu Qingyan knew that if he said this, he would probably be ditched. After pondering for a mont, he changed his approach.
“Yes, I figured you would be taking a bath around this ti, so I specifically chose to call then.”
There was silence from the other end for a mont, then a soft reply.
“Pervert.”
On the other end of the phone, the lights in the vast bathroom were bright. Thin mist rose and through the transparent top, the light shed down, with Pei Muchan leaning against the edge of the bathtub, her lips pursed and her cheeks tinted red.
The water in the bathtub was crystal clear, revealing her white body underneath. The water rippled gently, breaking the reflected light again and again, then piecing it back together.
“Um… I’ll be back in a few days, things are a bit complicated here. I want to give it a shot, and I plan to write a song to see if I can make a splash.”
When she heard ‘write a song’, her heart fluttered slightly.
Whenever he wrote, it was almost always a hit, and this ti he was directly speaking of ‘giving it a shot’, which stirred sothing indescribable in her.
He rarely talked about ‘giving it a shot’, as his personality was usually laid-back.
“Will you be singing it yourself?” Pei Muchan asked softly.
“Yeah, but I’ll need your help, I’m not good at singing.” Xu Qingyan had just finished bathing, droplets of water still falling from the tips of his hair, his phone on the desk.
His eyes were bright as he gently moved the mouse, the monotonous clicking sounds echoing in the room.
“I’ll send you the score in a couple of days. Help with the arrangent. I’ll discuss the specifics with you later, my flight is in four days.”
“Alright, fine.” Pei Muchan was half subrged in the bathtub, the water crystal clear.
“Will it affect the release of your new song?” His voice ca through the phone, asking.
“No, it won’t.” Pei Muchan shook her head, “Tomorrow ‘Annual Rings’ is getting ready to launch; there’s no issue. What’s the na of the new song? Can you sing a bit of it?”
She knew how Xu Qingyan worked, the lody and lyrics were all in his head, taking form only after they were mature.
“Sure, no problem.” Xu Qingyan didn’t refuse, while he dragged the mouse and refreshed the desktop for a while, “The title is pretty simple, ‘Blue and White Porcelain’.”
“The drafts outline the blue flowers, the brush goes from thick to thin. The peonies drawn on the body of the vase, as fresh as your initial makeup. The faint scent of sandalwood cos through the window, I understand all your thoughts clearly. ”
“On the xuan paper, the ink flows halfway.”
The song stopped abruptly halfway through.
Instantly, a blockage ford in Pei Muchan’s heart, that familiar feeling returning. Once again, he stopped at a good part, leaving her itching for more.
She felt sowhat stifled, with a slight rise and fall in her chest.
“Why did you stop singing?”
“Forgot the lyrics, wait while I think a bit.” Xu Qingyan’s gaze remained on the screen, forgetting the lyrics was just his little lie, just so he didn’t seem too enchanting.
Feng Xiu at Lin has no friends; he liked to tell little lies.
“The azure sky waits for the mist and rain, and I wait for you. The moonlight has been scooped up, blurring the conclusion. Like an antique piece of blue and white porcelain, self-sufficiently beautiful, your eyes carry a smile.”
When the song ended on the other side, Pei Muchan soaked in the hot water of the bathtub. She sorted the lyrics and lody in her mind, and involuntarily held her breath subconsciously.
The lyrics and lody of this song, compared to all his previous songs, had the strongest traditional Chinese flavor.
Pei Muchan suddenly rembered that he had ntioned ‘Blue and White Porcelain’ just before and after the dating reality show. So… had he thought it all out already then?
In that mont, her mind was sowhat bewildered.
She had always thought of herself as sowhat talented, whether in academics or in songwriting and singing. As long as she chose the path, she would proceed more smoothly than others.
Even if she fell into a slump, she had seen the peak. At the ti, both the dia and fans were overwhelmingly touting her as a genius.
But now, after eting Xu Qingyan, Pei Muchan realized she was not a genius.
Listening to ‘Blue and White Porcelain’, she was sure she could never write such a profoundly traditional Chinese song in her lifeti. Upon further reflection, she felt like an epheral bug glimpsing the azure sky, overwheld by a sense of powerlessness.
“What’s wrong?” Xu Qingyan’s voice ca through from the other end.
Pei Muchan suddenly snapped back to her senses, her gaze lowering slightly.
“Mmm, nothing.”
“What ti have you been going to bed recently?” Xu Qingyan’s voice softened with a hint of inherent concern, “Are you still eating staff als? I’ll be ho in a few days.”
At the ntion of “coming ho”, Pei Muchan felt dazed again.
After he left, she indeed found it difficult to adapt to the current lifestyle, although it was an improvent over before. Ultimately, though, she was not accustod to eating alone.
“Okay, waiting for you to co back.”
The two chatted for a few more monts, and she was curious about why Xu Qingyan had suddenly beco so proactive this ti.
“Nothing much, just verifying a hypothesis. Anyway, writing a song is not a loss, might as well ride the montum from ‘Fragrance of Rice’. If there’s a chance for it to blow up, things will be a lot smoother for .”
So it was for work, Pei Muchan knew he kept his work confidential. She decided to ask about it differently.
“Are things… going smoothly at work?”
“Pretty smooth, haven’t run into any trouble.” Xu Qingyan didn’t ntion the artsy man from the afternoon, nor Viagra, “What cos next is uncertain, if it doesn’t work out, then so be it.”
“That won’t happen, if it’s you, you’ll definitely make it work.” Pei Muchan consoled him.
“Got it.”
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