The first line was unexpectedly pleasant to the ear, making Lin Wanzhou subconsciously hold her breath.
"...Pride often drags one along, turning love into a twisted journey... It's more awkward than losing."
The following lines imdiately made Lin Wanzhou's breathing quicken; such lyrics and lody, absolutely absolutely were not so leftover songs.
The depiction in the lyrics was so evocative it sent shivers down one's spine.
They perfectly portrayed the longing and awkwardness in the heart of soone who had lost love, a person tornted by mories, even more pitiful than a dog when emotions took over.
Inescapable mories chased after her in the deep of an unpeopled night. Like a rabid dog, they dashed madly through her tattered heart, wheezing with each gust like an old bellows.
The emotions peaked under the influence of the lyrics, almost suffocatingly repressed.
"What I miss is the ease of conversation."
Torn clothes can be stitched together, but once a relationship is torn, it can never be nded. Listening to such songs late at night, alone, it's easy to beco overwheld by the emotion.
Unlike other songs about letting go, this one moved from sorrowful struggle to frantic questioning, like a banana plant battered by the rain. One could almost see soone repeatedly asking in anger, hysterical.
"...I rember that birthday, that song, that starry sky... Who rembers, who has forgotten."
The singing abruptly ceased at the climax of the emotions.
Lin Wanzhou was a bit stunned; with her experience, there was bound to be more intense emotion to follow. But there was only this short segnt, exactly forty seconds long.
From the perspective of a professional songwriter, she highly rated this half-song.
At least she felt she couldn't currently produce a song of this caliber, unless the company helped her to approach so of the old masters in the music industry for songs, then a song of this level could end up in her hands.
After spacing out for a while, she listened to it again.
This ti she listened even more carefully, silently pondering how much she could emulate if she were to write it herself. After listening several tis in succession, her enthusiasm dimd instantly.
Never been in love, how sad!
But then she wondered, how many had he been involved with?
Lin Wanzhou's thoughts beca chaotic again, and just as her head started hurting, she swiped to the main WeChat screen. Qi Ting hadn't replied to her, probably asleep by now.
She wanted to lie down as well but found it uncomfortable. After hesitating for a while, she decided to go downstairs to look for dicine. It was always Qi Ting who dealt with the staff, so it was hard for her to find soone now.
Before getting up, she rembered she hadn't replied to Xu Qingyan's WeChat ssage. She was about to reply when she realized it was the middle of the night and decided to send it in the morning instead.
...
In the dim room, Xu Qingyan abruptly opened his eyes.
Damn, so hungry.
He hadn't eaten dinner or had any drinks, tossing and turning until 3:30 AM without sleep. Work wasn't hard; his fate was, his stomach ached, and sleep eluded him, so he decided to get up.
"Better go downstairs for so late-night food, there probably won't be many people around now anyway."
He cautiously opened the door, walking to the end of the corridor. Just as he was about to go downstairs, for so reason, he didn't want the security cara to capture him. He peeked downstairs, hearing a sparse sound.
It was probably soone broadcasting; listening intently for a while, it seed to be Cui Ying.
Recognizing a familiar face, Xu Qingyan felt less apprehensive. As he stepped onto the top stair, he suddenly saw another person erge from the other end.
Lin Wanzhou looked frail, hugging her arms, eyes wide, frozen in place.
Huh???
"What's wrong with you?" He withdrew his descending foot and walked towards Lin Wanzhou.
"Nothing." Lin Wanzhou was tense, rembering she hadn't replied to his ssage, "I thought you were asleep, so I didn't reply."
"That's okay, I sent it late," Xu Qingyan noted her pale complexion and considered a possibility, "Are you catching a cold?"
"Yeah." She looked down, her face warming.
Standing by his side seed to make her feel a lot better; her spirits were not as low anymore.
"Why haven't you gone to sleep yet?"
"I'm hungry."
Xu Qingyan took out his cellphone and dialed Zhou Mian, with the phone ringing but no answer yet.
"Wait a mont, I'll get so dicine from the show's crew."
"There's no need for that, I can handle it myself..." Lin Wanzhou actually feared running a fever.
Even though no one would put off work because of her fever and hit her hard several tis, she was still afraid. She had thought about curing herself, but after several attempts, she found she simply couldn't do it.
"It's no trouble; the show's crew will definitely have so," Xu Qingyan said, blocking her path with his body. On the phone, Zhou Mian seed to be just waking up.
"Brother? What's up?" Zhou Mian was a few years older than Xu Qingyan, but the way he called him 'brother' was exceedingly natural.
Xu Qingyan briefly explained the situation, and Zhou Mian imdiately said he would arrive in ten minutes.
After hanging up, he looked at Lin Wanzhou.
"Let's go, I'll accompany you downstairs."
In the living room, Cui Ying was live-streaming late at night, her eyes looking as dead as those of a fish. Perhaps because there weren't many people watching the stream at night, she was letting loose, arguing with malicious comnts without restraint.
"Gifts are free, what kind of hunger marketing is this, did your eyes fall on the floor?"
"Earning money? I haven't even seen any money yet."
"This is a variety show, not a sales channel, what's there to sell?"
"What's wrong with speaking bluntly?"
"Not attractive? I'm not marrying into your family, rest assured. Eyes too small? Well, my eyes aren't that small, a bit larger than your wallet."
At the sound of footsteps, Cui Ying instantly sat up straight, sucking in a breath of cold air. Not until she turned around and saw Xu Qingyan did she relax and stand up to ask.
"What's happened?"
It was three in the morning, and Cui Ying's face bore the signs of fatigue, as she couldn't help but yawn.
Working people are miserable, forced into hard labor.
"She's got a bit of a cold. Zhou Mian is bringing over so dicine," Xu Qingyan said, pointing to the kitchen. "Keep streaming; we're going to boil so water first."
"Okay," Cui Ying sat back down.
Lin Wanzhou followed behind, her face full of wonder, as it seed to her that these two already knew each other. Yet Cui Ying had only joined that day and had not had any contact with Xu Qingyan.
Several tis she wanted to ask, but hesitated.
It was not until the water boiled with a bubbling sound that Xu Qingyan took a package of udon noodles from the fridge, intending to cook them, when he turned and saw her expression twisted with conflict.
"Are you not feeling well? The dicine should be arriving soon."
Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived; Zhou Mian rushed in, carrying a bag of dicine, still out of breath. Leaning against the kitchen counter, he took two deep breaths and said.
"Call anyti if you need anything."
Then he left in a hurry, leaving the romance house.
With the topic interrupted by Zhou Mian, Lin Wanzhou didn't ask her question and could only sit to the side. She watched as Xu Qingyan skillfully prepared the cold redy for her, which was just a few sips' worth.
The color of the redy in the glass was dark, resembling cola under the light.
He placed the glass on the marble surface and moved it in front of Lin Wanzhou, saying.
"Drink this, and you'll get better."
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