Indecent and affectionate

Chapter 51

At 03:30, Yu Zhile received a text message from Lin Youheng, asking her to go to an afternoon tea named "Zhongyi" in the square in the city, and explained that she would arrive around [-]:[-].

Yu Zhile arrived there a quarter of an hour earlier, but to her surprise, Lin Youheng was already waiting for her at the outdoor booth.

In fact, they had never met before.

But Yu Zhile checked her information on the Internet, so she recognized Lin Youheng at a glance.

The woman was sitting under a parasol in the middle. Her skin was extremely fair and her figure was slightly fat.

Because of the sunglasses and low-key clothing, passers-by who were also drinking tea nearby did not pay much attention to her.

Musicians like Lin Youheng, who are responsible for composing music and writing lyrics, are mostly behind-the-scenes heroes, not like glamorous singers on the big stage, you may not be able to recognize them if they rub shoulders with you from the street.

Lin Youheng also saw Yu Zhile, smiled and waved to her.

Of course, Yu Zhile couldn't see her eyes through the pitch-black lenses.But she could feel that the woman's eyes followed her all the time.

Yu Zhile sat down in a hurry, stopped at the table and greeted her politely: "Director Lin, good afternoon, I have kept you waiting."

Lin Youheng took off his sunglasses and put them on the table casually.She didn't see any airs on her body: "I came early, you sit down."

Yu Zhile nodded, put the guitar on the empty seat aside, and sat down.

Lin Youheng was still watching her, she directly commented: "Miss Yu, you look good."

"Well," Yu Zhile smiled, "Thank you."

Lin Youheng crossed his hands, his well-maintained nails were as moist as jade in the sunlight: "But you are beautiful, as I expected."

Seeing that she kept marking her appearance, Yu Zhile didn't want to say much, but just cooperated and put on a smile.

Noticing the girl's uneasy expression, Lin Youheng bent his lips: "Miss Yu, you don't have to worry about it, appearance is also one of the important conditions we have to consider when signing a contract."

"Let's just talk about the handsome guy Yan you know," the woman said with a smile, "He became popular on the Internet, most of the factors are due to his appearance and temperament. The same batch of singers who recorded the show may not be worse than him in terms of singing ability and diligence. "

Yu Zhile nodded in approval.

Lin Youheng is indeed a straightforward person: "Miss Yu, what is your relationship with Yan An?"

She guessed right: "A former lover?"

Yu Zhile did not deny it: "Yes. He was also my guitar teacher in the past."

"So he used to be your teacher." Lin Youheng leaned back in the chair, pursing his lips playfully.

After ordering a glass of room temperature juice for Yu Zhile, Lin Youheng asked again, "Why did you take the initiative to find me today?"

Yu Zhile was stunned for a moment, and replied, "I want to sing."

"Heh..." Lin Youheng laughed, "Those who want to be singers want to sing."

Yu Zhile's fingertips resting on the table moved a little, then tightened his grip and replied, "Because of poverty."

Lin Youheng smiled knowingly: "For money?"

"Yes," frankly admitted without making Yu Zhile feel ashamed: "I need money for several of my life plans."

"How confident are you that you can make money?" Lin Youheng didn't mince words with her: "If Yan An and I hadn't recommended you, I wouldn't even have known you existed."

Yu Zhile replied: "You can listen to my singing first."

Lin Youheng raised his eyebrows: "It seems that you are very confident."

"No, I'm not confident." There are too many excellent singers in this world, and she is really not worth mentioning for her half-heartedness.

Lin Youheng put one hand on the handle of the chair: "Can you write songs?"

"meeting."

"Oh?" Lin Youheng leaned forward slightly, becoming a little interested: "Have you written it before?"

"I've written it." Yu Zhile took out the white file bag from her canvas bag, unpacked it, picked out a few files from it, and handed it to Lin Youheng.

Lin Youheng randomly picked out one of them, leaned on the edge of the table, raised his eyelids, and focused on it.

After a while, she hummed a few words to Pu, then nodded thoughtfully, looked back at Yu Zhile: "Well, it's not bad."

Lin Youheng handed back the sheet music: "Just sing this."

Yu Zhile took it in his hand: "Now?"

Lin Youheng did not hesitate: "Yes."

Yu Zhile looked around at the white and crowded square: "We're outside."

"What's the matter outside, if you really become a singer," Lin Youheng glanced at her guitar: "You will have to perform in front of more people, maybe a million times more than now."

Yu Zhile was a little repulsed by the noise and the hustle and bustle.But she also knows that if she is determined to take this path, she must force herself to adapt to occasions and environments that she does not like.

So she immediately turned sideways and reached for the guitar.

Halfway through, Lin Youheng took back the piece of paper she wrote the song on: "I checked the date just now, was this song "Treading Snow" written in 09?"

"Ah."

"This sentence..." She raised her eyes and sang one of the passages in a low voice accurately: "I saw the snow on the ground blooming, it was white and red, it was a girl's face painted with blush, so cute , be quiet, creak creak, I'm stepping on", what do you mean? "

Yu Zhile held the guitar in her arms: "This is not a real flower, it's blood."

Lin Youheng was startled: "Why did you write this song?"

Yu Zhile replied casually: "I was slapped by my dad that day."

Lin Youheng remained silent for a few seconds, then leaned back again, turning himself into a lazy audience: "You sing."

The knuckles covered the strings, and Yu Zhile began to play.This song has a very long and lingering prelude.

As if waiting.Waiting for the dense, fluffy white snow to fall all over the world.

The people in the nearby booths heard the melody and raised their heads to look this way.

There was a young boy with yellow hair, biting the straw, staring in Yu Zhile's direction without blinking.

It is undoubtedly a song that sounds fast and slow, quite changeable.

If you don't know the creative background, there are other intentions behind the lyrics, the image that outsiders can imagine: it should be a long shot of a girl walking alone in the snow.

Sometimes she jumps freely, sometimes she walks with her hands behind her back.

The sky and the earth are white, and the face is red.

Lin Youheng tapped his knuckles on the armrest of the chair.

She stared at Yu Zhile. In fact, when this girl appeared in front of her at the beginning, she felt that she was no different from many young people who came to audition before, she was covered with a ball of flames, yes, naked the flame called ambition.Their eagerness for quick success and quick profit can easily burn people, making her very uncomfortable.

However, the strange thing is that the moment Yu Zhile hugged the guitar, the flame suddenly subsided, and only a cloud of translucent mist-like concentration and etherealness floated around her, completely enveloping her inside.

Her spirit is completely devoted to music.

Yu Zhile's voice is also very special, it reminds her of a beautiful woman's body covered in white gauze.She is dancing, and on her skin, from time to time, there will be strange and changing tattoos, looming... Maybe there are fiery red roses, or dark stars.

"Snow soft and flawless as cotton,
Snow as crisp and loud as sugar,
Snow as drunk as white wine,
Snow as icy as you—

Melt it, so you won't be trampled on by me,
Turn into smoke and turn into clouds, and no one will step on you... blah blah blah..."

A song ends.

Yu Zhile stopped speaking and returned to the bright world.

An uncle at the next table took the lead in applauding, praising it very well.Beside him, probably his youngest son, followed suit.

All of a sudden, all the guests in the booths outside the door applauded her.

A waitress in a black and white apron sets down the tray, smiling and clapping.

Yu Zhile smiled and nodded to show his gratitude.

When the surroundings died down, Lin Youheng pushed back to the table, did not comment on her song, but mentioned another matter: "Miss Yu, I actually got a reminder about you not long ago."

Yu Zhile looked at her: "What?"

"Jing Sheng, you must know each other," Lin Youheng propped his chin: "His second uncle is my childhood friend and also my boss, he told me,"

Lin Youheng smiled slightly: "It's best not to sign that girl named Yu Zhile, the little prince doesn't allow it."

"But I still met with you today."

"do you understand me?"

"You just told me that because of poverty, I was a little surprised. Aren't you dating Mr. Xiao Jing?"

"I probably guessed it later."

As he spoke, Lin Youheng's eyes naturally revealed the emotion of seeking talents: "So why are you looking for me in private today?"

The guitar was still on Yu Zhile's lap, and she slowly poured out her appeal: "I know what you said, Jing Sheng didn't know about the fact that I came to you, and I don't plan to tell him for the time being. If You are willing to sign me, I only have one request—”

Lin Youheng smiled: "Why are you so demanding? No wonder you and Yan An used to be a couple."

"I don't want to be tied up with Yan An, I want to debut alone." The firmness in the tone is beyond doubt.

"Hmm..." Lin Youheng pondered: "I have to think about this matter again. Our company wants to sign him very much now, because he is gaining momentum, and it is best to push the boat along the way, but I think he seems to be very interested in your affairs. persistent."

Yu Zhile's eyes didn't move: "I can wait."

Lin Youheng: "The wait may be very long, and maybe the company will simply abandon you, after all, you are not well-known."

She did not reveal a trace of hesitation: "It's okay."

Lin Youheng rolled his eyes and put an end to this meeting: "Okay. Miss Yu, you are very charming, especially when singing. If you can walk on the stage, I think many people will like you."

There is another sentence, which she didn't tell Yu Zhile, that is, she has a very prominent and refined air, which does not show mountains and dews, nor is it old.

This kind of temperament is very special, maybe it comes from her manner, maybe it comes from her experience.

She has no way of knowing.

For the next few days, hope filled my heart, and Yu Zhile became more positive and open-minded.

She didn't live with Jing Sheng, but she couldn't stand this guy's stalking, so she would stay with him overnight.

After several years of bad habits left over from driving, Yu Zhile usually can't fall asleep until after twelve o'clock.

Jing Sheng is just the opposite. His biological clock is very healthy. After falling in love, he even becomes perfunctory in socializing. He returns home early, drinks milk at 09:30, washes up, and goes to bed on time at 10:30.

Sometimes he wants to hold his little dried fish tightly (four beeps), ah, Yu Zhile is still playing with his mobile phone and reading books in his free time.

Jing Sheng was in a hurry, and urged: "Yu Zhile, it's dark, go to bed, go to bed!"

Yu Zhile: "Wait a minute."

Jing Sheng continued to yell: "Why are you still sleeping? Cultivating immortals?"

Yu Zhile said calmly, "Yes."

Jing Sheng hesitantly said, "Yes, yes, you are a fairy. But what's so good about cultivating alone," and then rushed over shamelessly, pressing the woman under him: "Come and practice with me, cultivation is interesting."

He was keenly aware of Yu Zhile's different happy mood during this period, and insisted on attributing this change to himself:
"You've become happier and more beautiful recently."

"Do you know why?"

"Because you are in harmony with yin and yang."

"Why is yin and yang coordinated?"

"Because it takes yang and nourishes yin from me all day long."

"Don't thank me?"

Yu Zhile: "Get lost."

Sometimes before going to bed, they also have other activities, such as leaning against the head of the bed and playing mobile games together.

Jing Sheng is a poisonous person. As always, he likes to play BGM for himself and tamper with the hero's lines.

For example, two people solo,

"Husband still has 5 seconds to reach the battlefield!"

"My husband will play with you~"

"As a man, there are two things that cannot be compromised: victory and small fish!"

"Me and my bitch are here for a visit."

"The commander-in-chief is coming, get out of the way!"

Sometimes I have to play Zhong Kui, and the first skill is upgraded to 2, and then I meet Yu Zhile in the middle, and hook her to my hero with a click.

By the way, the long arms in reality also suddenly encircled the woman next to him, strangled her to his chest, refused to let go, and smiled lazily.

The result is usually...

The assassin played by Yu Zhile went back to his lair in seconds, and he was happy to die N times, smiling and praised: "Wow, wife, you are so amazing."

Yu Zhile squinted at him, and warned: "Don't hook me again, once you hook me, you die once."

He also became arrogant: "Come on—hitting is kissing, scolding is love, I'm afraid of being a fool!"

Then various swings: "Come on, my little dried fish, move every time, every time, let me die with a sense of rhythm."

Yu Zhile: ... Nervous M.

One morning a week later, Yu Zhile got up to brush his teeth, while Jing Sheng was still lying on the bed, sound asleep.

Just squeezed out a small amount of facial cleanser, Yu Zhile heard her phone vibrate outside.

She worked up a quick lather, rinsed off, and pulled the towel off the bar.

Walking out of the bathroom, I bumped into the hourly aunt who was coming to Jingsheng Apartment to prepare breakfast.

Aunt Zhou and Aunt Zhou, who was surprised at the beginning but has become so calm in the past few days, said good morning to each other.

Yu Zhile wiped her face and neck, and walked back to the coffee table.

At this moment, the phone also fell silent.

Yu Zhile bent down to pick it up, and took a closer look. It turned out to be Mayor Xu whom he hadn't contacted for a long time.

(End of this chapter)