lerbook Chapter 507 The competition is of paramount importance.
Chapter 507 The competition is of paramount importance.
Chapter 507 The competition is of paramount importance.
Lin Yourong's figure was still very eye-catching on the street.
She was tall and graceful, her fisherman's hat was deliberately pulled down, and her mask covered most of her face completely, but even so, the aura she exuded could not be concealed in the slightest.
Her steps were light and rhythmic, each step creating a unique cadence, as if she were a model walking on a catwalk. Every gesture she made carried an invisible aura, truly making her walk with a breezy air.
Yu Huan spotted her figure from afar, and a bright, sun-like smile instantly bloomed on his face. He hurriedly raised one hand high and waved it repeatedly in their direction.
Ji Meng was chattering away when she noticed Yu Huan. She raised her hand and waved in the air.
Soon, the two sides met up smoothly on one side of the park entrance.
Yu Huan's gaze immediately fell on the DSLR camera hanging around Ji Meng's neck. A humorous smile appeared on his lips as he said half-jokingly, "Ji Meng, it's been so long! You still have your DSLR with you at all times. You're as stylish as ever!"
Upon hearing this, Ji Meng immediately raised her DSLR camera forward, as if to show it off.
She laughed and joked, "Of course! This little darling is always with me. Maybe tonight I'll get lucky and capture some amazing moments, like the big star Lin Su having a private date with the internet celebrity 'Boss Brother'."
As he spoke, he winked at Yu Huan playfully, looking somewhat comical.
Yu Huan burst into hearty laughter.
Then, he turned his head and looked at Zhang Ye, who was standing on the other side of Lin Yourong, with a serious expression. His tone was full of sincerity: "Sister Zhang, Rongrong's rehearsal went so smoothly today, thanks to you."
Zhang Ye wore his usual gentle and warm smile, waved his hand lightly, and spoke softly.
"You're too kind. In my opinion, we should thank you the most. Your arrangement of 'Night in Ulaanbaatar' is truly excellent. I listened to the rehearsal today, and the skillful blending of so many singing styles and techniques gave it a refreshing feel without any sense of incongruity. It was absolutely fantastic!"
"It's alright, mainly because Rongrong herself has excellent singing skills. Without her outstanding voice and solid singing skills, even the best arrangement wouldn't stand out." Yu Huan smiled modestly.
This round of mutual flattery has come to an end.
He then asked Lin Yourong with a curious look, "By the way, why didn't I see Sister Ru come over?"
Lin Yourong gently shook her head, her lips slightly parted beneath her mask, about to answer—
Ji Meng narrowed her eyes and chimed in with a grin: "Sister Ru has been incredibly busy these past few days, with her schedule packed full of activities. She's been working non-stop without a break, so she hasn't had a chance to come out and stroll around with us. But with her around, Rongrong can relax a lot."
Lin Yourong took the lead and strode towards the park entrance. As she walked, she glanced at Zhang Ye, who was following closely beside her.
With a smile in her eyes, she said, "Sister Ru has been such a great help to me. Ever since I first entered this industry, she has been guiding me and teaching me so much. She also took great care in handling all the pre-production work for this program recording. She really worked so hard."
Zhang Ye listened and nodded with deep feeling. His gaze unconsciously drifted to the solemn and majestic Martyrs' Tower in the distance, and he said slowly, "Having worked in the entertainment industry, I know how important it is to have a capable and caring manager."
The group did not head straight for the Martyrs' Tower; otherwise, they would have had to climb a long flight of stairs.
So, amidst the casual conversation, we naturally turned to the right onto a stone path through the woods.
This winding path leads directly to the shore of Nianjia Lake.
The group filed into the path. The tall trees were lush and leafy, their intertwined branches weaving a natural dome overhead, as if isolating them from the hustle and bustle of the city.
A gentle breeze rustled the leaves.
Before long, the group arrived at the shore of Nianjia Lake.
Yu Huan took the lead and walked at the very front. It was already late at night. Looking around, he could see several pleasure boats leisurely shuttling on the mirror-like lake.
He casually suggested, "How about we rent a boat and go for a ride on the lake?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Ye's eyes lit up instantly, and he immediately replied, "Great! When I was young, I loved boating on Jiahu Lake. Whenever I sat on the boat, I felt all my worries were thrown far away, and my body and mind felt refreshed."
Ji Meng, who was walking at the back of the group, chimed in with a playful smile: "Sister Zhang, you look very young now!"
Hearing Ji Meng's words, Zhang Ye couldn't help but smile: "Although I still feel young at heart, I have to admit that the ravages of time are unforgiving."
Yu Huan turned to look at everyone, a warm smile on her face, and said, "Then I'll go rent a boat."
Zhang Ye nodded and offered his suggestion: "Just rent one of those small pedal boats. It'll be just the right size for the four of us. We can paddle to the center of the lake, drift along leisurely, and chat. That would be the most comfortable and pleasant feeling."
"Okay, Sister Zhang, I'll do as you say," Yu Huan readily agreed.
Actually, he had originally planned to rent a large ship...
After a brief discussion, the four of them had a clear goal and headed straight for the cruise ship pier.
Upon arriving at the dock, Yu Huan went up to the boat owner, chatted warmly with him, and paid the deposit.
Then, everyone picked up life jackets, put them on skillfully, and boarded a four-person pedal boat one by one.
Yu Huan and Lin Yourong took their seats at the bow of the boat without hesitation, controlling the rudder and pedals, and propelling the boat slowly away from the shore, steadily heading towards the center of the lake.
At night, the lake surface resembles a huge, deep black mirror, perfectly reflecting the twinkling lights on the shore, creating a dreamlike scene.
A gentle breeze swept by, bringing a touch of coolness and carrying the unique fresh scent of the lake.
Yu Huan comfortably took off her mask, casually stuffed it into her pocket, and then took a deep breath of the refreshing air.
His face was full of joy as he exclaimed sincerely, "Although I've been to Martyrs' Park many times, I've never rowed a boat on Nianjia Lake before. I never expected it to feel so wonderful; it instantly broadened and brightened my mind!"
As he spoke, he firmly gripped the rudder with both hands and pressed down hard on the pedals.
The oars moved rhythmically in the water, making a soft splashing sound.
Lin Yourong sat beside him and slowly stepped on the pedals to help him.
With a faint smile on her lips, she spoke slowly and deliberately: "I remember once when I was little, my mother, my senior sister Zhang Ye, and I came here to go boating. As we were boating, I don't know how, we suddenly started singing Huagu Opera. I still remember that scene vividly. At that time, there were boats coming and going on the lake, and many people were looking at us with curiosity."
Zhang Ye, sitting in the back row, leaned back comfortably, enjoying the breeze blowing from the lake, with one hand casually resting on the gunwale.
Hearing Lin Yourong's words, she chuckled softly and replied, "That's right. You were only in elementary school back then, and you already knew how to be shy. I remember it clearly; your face turned bright red."
Ji Meng suddenly became interested, leaned forward, and gently patted Lin Yourong's shoulder.
With an expectant smile, she suggested, "Rongrong, why don't you and Sister Zhang perform a scene right here? Let's relive those days." The words had barely left her lips when...
Zhang Ye straightened up slightly, a gentle smile on her lips, and began to sing the classic Hunanese flower drum opera, "Mending the Pot."
"The bellows is pulled by hand—whooshing and whirring!"
The melodious and graceful singing style of Huagu Opera flowed from her mouth, as clear and crisp as a mountain spring, echoing gently on the wide lake.
This attracted curious glances from people on several nearby cruise ships.
"The stove is burning brightly!" Lin Yourong immediately chimed in, her voice as melodious as a nightingale's, perfectly complementing Zhang Ye's singing.
These are all female vocal parts.
Next up is the male vocal part.
Yu Huan, not at all shy about the situation, chimed in.
He instantly switched gears, raising his voice deliberately to a rougher tone, with a hint of playfulness, and immediately chimed in: "The son-in-law is here to mend the pot~ He kept it a secret from his mother-in-law~"
The way he shouted it out was so off-key that it was almost comical.
It completely deviated from the original melody, turning the beautiful Huagu Opera tune into a jumbled mess, devoid of any charm.
Ji Meng was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.
The laughter grew louder and louder until he was doubled over with laughter, almost unable to straighten up, and the pedal boat swayed slightly from side to side.
She laughed as she pointed at Yu Huan, as if she wanted to say something.
But because he was laughing so hard, he could only make intermittent, incoherent laughs.
Zhang Ye was also amused by Yu Huan. He tried to suppress his laughter, but his face was still beaming. He couldn't help but comment, "Little Yu, you are so talented in music composition, but when it comes to singing, it really is true that God opened a window for you and then closed another. It's truly unexpected and 'unique'."
"Really?" Seeing everyone laughing so happily, Yu Huan wasn't embarrassed at all. Instead, she changed the tune and continued singing the female part: "Be careful when you operate it~ Be careful~ You'll burn your hand~"
He sang while shaking his head and swaying, taking his hands off the helm and mimicking the motions of mending a pot in the air.
This is as ridiculous as it gets.
Lin Yourong's originally elegant and dignified posture was now completely out of control.
Unable to contain herself any longer, she leaned against the gunwale, laughing as she said haltingly, "Stop...stop singing! Your singing is so bad...even the fish in Nianjia Lake would be disoriented..."
My wife rarely jokes like this.
Yu Huan shrugged, a bright smile on her face, and said nonchalantly, "As long as I can make you laugh, my singing skills have served a great purpose, and it's worth it!"
Zhang Ye reached out and touched the corner of his wet eye; his laughter just now had almost brought tears to his eyes.
She composed herself and smiled at Lin Yourong in front of her, saying, "I can't even remember the last time I laughed so heartily. Yourong, I can tell you must be having a very happy time with Xiaoyu."
Lin Yourong turned to the side, her eyes full of laughter, nodded, and replied, "He really is a clown."
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan's face lit up with an incredibly bright smile. He waved his hand dismissively and said nonchalantly, "As long as it pleases my wife, what's wrong with being a clown? A clown is a clown, I'm happy to be one!"
Amidst continuous laughter and chatter, the cruise ship leisurely glided along, stopping and starting, until it reached the very center of Nianjia Lake.
At this moment, the surroundings were so quiet that only the gentle lapping of the lake water against the side of the boat could be heard.
Yu Huan released the pedal under her feet, letting the boat drift freely on the waves in the center of the lake.
He leaned back comfortably in his chair, tilted his head back slightly, and enjoyed the gentle breeze. Looking at the shimmering lake, he exclaimed, "Such moments are truly rare. It's a rare treat to be a carefree person, to sit on the lake, feel the breeze, and crack a joke."
As he spoke, he reached out and gently stroked the surface of the lake.
The lake water slipped through his fingers, the cool touch spreading to his heart, bringing an indescribable sense of comfort.
Lin Yourong turned her head slightly, looking at Yu Huan with gentle eyes, and softly echoed, "Yes."
Ji Meng, who was sitting in the back row, was originally leaning back lazily, but suddenly sat up straight and looked around with great interest.
Seeing that there were no other tour boats around, she suggested with a smile, "Rongrong, why don't you take off your mask and I'll take a couple of pretty photos of you?"
"Alright!" Yu Huan smiled brightly, then turned to Lin Yourong and said, "Having a cameraman best friend is great!"
Lin Yourong smiled gently, raised her hand and took off her mask, revealing her pretty face...
Every winter, the Martyrs' Park turns off its lights promptly at 9:30 p.m.
Because they arrived late, it seemed as if in the blink of an eye, the lights on the shore began to go out one after another.
Darkness, like a surging tide, spread rapidly, enveloping the entire lake in a tranquil gloom. Only a few lights emitting a dim, yellowish glow remained at the boat dock.
The boat rental company owner kept urging them to hurry up through a loudspeaker.
Yu Huan pressed hard on the pedals, took control of the rudder, and moved towards the shore.
"Let's go eat hot pot! I know a really great pork tripe and chicken hot pot place nearby. It tastes amazing even without chili!" Ji Meng suggested enthusiastically.
Lin Yourong put her mask back on and replied, "I'm fine with anything, it mainly depends on whether Senior Sister Zhang Ye wants to go."
As she spoke, she turned her gaze to Zhang Ye.
Zhang Ye smiled gently and said, "You Rong has to record a show and participate in a competition tomorrow, so she needs to get a good rest tonight to recharge. As for hot pot, we can go another time. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future."
Upon hearing this, Ji Meng nodded quickly and followed up, saying, "That's true. We can eat hot pot anytime, but Rongrong's competition is of utmost importance."
The cruise ship is about to dock.
Yu Huan gently turned the helm and said with a smile, "Then after Rongrong finishes recording the show tomorrow, let's find some time to have hot pot. It's on me!"
(End of this chapter)