"What are you talking about?"
After Ying Chanxi took a bath, she changed into a pair of cute pink pajamas, walked out with slippers on her wet feet, wiped her hair with a white towel on her head, and asked the two people in the living room.
When Li Luo saw her coming out, he got up and walked into the kitchen, helped her take out the fried noodles and brought them to the dining table.
Xu Youyu glanced at Li Luo, sighed, and complained to Ying Chanxi: "The other vice president of the literary club invited him to join the club, but he refused directly."
"I said I knew him, and the president asked me to come and try. Who knew he was so disrespectful."
Li Luo pushed the fried noodles in front of Ying Chanxi, subconsciously took out the hair dryer from the drawer next to her, plugged it in, walked behind Ying Chanxi, and took the towel off her head.
Hearing what Xu Youyu said, he immediately rolled his eyes: "I'll agree to it now."
"You agreed?" Ying Chanxi was about to take his first bite of fried noodles. When he heard this answer, he immediately turned to look at Li Luo behind him.
"Just speak." Li Luo wiped his face silently, wiping away the water stains caused by her hair being shaken, and turned her head back, "Don't move your head."
"Oh." Ying Chanxi turned his head angrily, "Someone said in the evening that he didn't want to join the literary club. I asked someone to accompany me to join, but he was still not happy."
"Haha." Li Luo smiled and tapped her on the head twice, "If you are willing to contract the sanitation service for a month, then I am also willing."
"Ah?" Ying Chanxi was stunned for a moment and looked at Xu Youyu opposite.
Noticing Ying Chanxi's gaze, Xu Youyu immediately rolled his eyes: "This guy originally wanted me to wash his clothes for a month! It's shameless."
"That's really stinky and shameless." Ying Chanxi tightened her face, feeling that if she was given a choice, she would probably choose the option of washing clothes.
"Isn't washing clothes easier than cleaning?" Li Luo analyzed seriously, "It's not like we don't have a washing machine at home."
"Haha." Xu Youyu buried his head in eating fried noodles, too lazy to argue with him about such trivial things.
Anyway, when she rented a house here, she made an agreement with several other seniors about weekly cleaning work.
Now I just have it all covered by myself.
And the house is actually not dirty at all. Several people usually go to school, so only the kitchen and toilet have to be cleaned, and other places are very clean.
At this moment, Li Luo's cell phone on the table vibrated.
Ying Chanxi was eating noodles and enjoying Li Luo's hair drying service when he heard the vibrating sound of his mobile phone and kindly helped him pick it up.
"Your phone number."
"Oh." Li Luo turned off the hair dryer and answered the phone. When he found that it was Yan Zhusheng, he was at a loss for a moment, wondering what she was calling at this time.
As soon as he got through, he heard Yan Zhusheng on the other end of the phone say to him: "Li Luo, I really like you, can you date me?"
Li Luo: "...What are you doing?"
"Record a song." Yan Zhusheng said honestly, "Hurry up and reject me."
"No...you don't live in the school? How can I record songs for you in the dormitory?" Li Luo replied with a speechless expression, then he put the hair dryer on the table very naturally and walked towards the bedroom.
After entering the bedroom and closing the door, Li Luo heard Yan Zhusheng reply: "I asked the teacher for leave, and I'm at home now."
"so?"
"I asked a teacher to make an ancient style arrangement, so now I can record "Annual Rings"." Yan Zhusheng said, "I need to find a feeling."
Li Luo covered his forehead with a headache expression on his face, and then took a deep breath: "Come on, I'm ready."
"Okay." Yan Zhusheng nodded and said again, "Li Luo, I like you very much, can you be my boyfriend?"
"Sorry, I don't plan to fall in love for the time being." Li Luo refused coldly.
As soon as he finished speaking, the phone was hung up.
Li Luo looked down at the phone in surprise and thought, "Oh shit, you're going too fast."
Throw it away after use?
However, complaints are complaints, and Li Luo still recognized Yan Zhusheng's business ability.
He went to Yan Zhusheng's house on Sunday. It's only Tuesday now. The most basic arrangement has been completed and he can start recording the vocal part.
It was this timing that was chosen really brilliantly.
Fortunately, he didn't turn on the speakerphone when he was in the living room. Otherwise, Li Luo couldn't imagine how explosive the effect would be when he heard Yan Zhusheng's confession in front of Ying Chanxi and Xu Youyu.
Putting the phone in his pocket, Li Luo walked out of the bedroom and picked up the hair dryer again.
Ying Chanxi, who was eating fried noodles, asked in confusion: "Who called just now?"
"Yan Zhusheng's."
"Ah?" Xu Youyu also looked curious, "She's calling you at this hour?"
"Yeah." Li Luo nodded and explained, "She went home on leave and helped me with the arrangement."
Li Luo didn't talk about the song "Rings of the Year".
He told Yan Zhusheng before that he asked her to record this song because he didn't want others to know that he wrote the song.
After all, Xu Youyu has read his novel. If the song "Rings of the Year" came out and they contacted each other, wouldn't she be able to directly guess that she was rekindled?
This is absolutely not allowed.
On the Yingchan River side, Li Luo was mainly afraid that his mother would spill the beans and be found out by her accidentally.
With Ying Chanxi's character, if he knew that a certain online article was written by him, he would definitely take a look at it even if he didn't usually read the article.
So Li Luo can now hide a little bit.
When it is really exposed, then let's drag Xu Youyu into the water together.
Even if I die, I can’t survive even if I go to bed early!
With this thought in mind, Li Luo suddenly felt better.
Ying Chanxi, who was eating fried noodles, said: "Then you have to treat others well. When we go to her house on Saturday, let's buy some food."
"Okay, I'll tell her then."
…
Yuhang City Center, Huayue Film and Television.
Outside a high-end recording studio.
After Ying Zhicheng finished his work, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.
I passed by the company's recording studio when I got off work and found that the lights were still on inside, so I couldn't help but stop.
The secretary on the side saw this and immediately reminded: "It should be Yuan Wanqing who is recording the songs. She has been polishing the new album during this time."
"Oh, did the invitation to sing go well before?" Ying Zhicheng walked towards the door of the recording studio and asked casually.
"Well, this time the album will have ten custom songs, which have been decided."
"That's okay." Ying Zhicheng nodded, then walked to the door of the recording studio and knocked on the door.
Soon, the door was opened from the inside.
"Wan Qing, are you still recording songs so late?" Ying Zhicheng said with a smile when he saw the female singer inside who looked to be in her thirties.
"It's not too late." Although Yuan Wanqing is already thirty-eight years old, she takes good care of herself and looks like she is still in her twenties. Seeing Ying Zhicheng come in, she smiled politely, "After all,
We cannot betray President Ying’s trust.”
"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not. The most important thing is to take care of yourself. After finally curing the heart disease, you should pay more attention to your daily routine." Ying Zhicheng walked into the recording studio and sat down on the sofa.
"Well, I've almost finished recording. I'll go back after a short break." Yuan Wanqing poured a glass of water for Ying Zhicheng, and the two started chatting.
Yuan Wanqing was the leading actress in music at Huayue Film and Television at the beginning of the century, and she sang many popular songs.
Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. In 2003, I was diagnosed with a heart disease. I went abroad for treatment for several years, and then returned to China for several years of recuperation before my condition stabilized.
Now more than ten years have passed, Yuan Wanqing plans to return to the public eye, and Ying Zhicheng also made some arrangements for the handover.
While the two were chatting, the recording engineer Luo Fei, who was helping Yuan Wanqing record the songs, got bored and hummed a ditty for a while.
As a result, Yuan Wanqing's ears were very pointed, and she couldn't help but turn to look at her friend Luo Fei, and asked doubtfully: "What song are you humming? It doesn't seem to be from my album, right?"
"Ah?" Luo Fei was stunned for a moment, then said, "Well, your bamboo sheng player asked me to arrange a song, and I just hummed a few lines."
"Didn't she go to school?" Yuan Wanqing frowned, "Written the song by yourself?"
"Then I don't know, probably." Luo Fei shrugged, "It's just a pop song, more ancient style."
"Oh?" Ying Zhicheng on the side raised his eyebrows in interest, "Does your daughter also write songs? Can you listen to it?"
"Okay." Yuan Wanqing nodded and said, "Feifei, please let it go."
"Wait a minute." Luo Fei made an OK gesture and said with a smile, "She just sent out a new edition today, so I just want to listen to it."
After a while, Yan Zhusheng's melodious singing voice with a touch of sadness rang out in the recording studio.
Just a few minutes.
Several people were immersed in Yan Zhusheng's singing.
After Ying Zhicheng listened, he tasted it silently, and then suddenly said: "There is a fairy romance drama in the company recently, and they are collecting theme songs. Do you want to try this song by your daughter?"
"Huh?" Yuan Wanqing was stunned for a moment, "Is that okay?"
"It's just a collection, but it doesn't necessarily mean you will be selected." Ying Zhicheng smiled, "You won't lose if you try."
"Then I'll trouble Mr. Ying."
"No trouble, this song sounds pretty good. At least the melody is catchy and has the potential to be popular." After Ying Zhicheng said this, he stood up and said to his secretary, "Please note this. We will
Let’s go now, and you should rest early.”
"Okay, you should always walk slowly."
Yuan Wanqing sent Ying Zhicheng away, then turned around and looked at Luo Fei.
"I will make a copy and send it to Mr. Ying's secretary when the time comes," Luo Fei said.
"You just need to take responsibility for this matter." Yuan Wanqing smiled, then calmed down instantly and asked suddenly, "Feifei, tell me... is Zhusheng in love?"
Chapter completed!