lerbook Chapter 500 Your connections are amazing!
Chapter 500 Your connections are amazing!
Chapter 500 Your connections are amazing!
After meal.
The inky black night had already fallen heavily, enveloping the entire city.
Warm yellow lights shone from the restaurant entrance, adding a touch of warmth to the cold and lonely night.
The group gathered there and exchanged brief pleasantries.
After a short while, everyone turned around and walked towards their respective vehicles.
Yu Huan followed closely behind Lin Yourong. The glass of red wine he had sipped earlier was now quietly fermenting in his body, making him slightly drunk. He felt a little dizzy, just a pleasantly tipsy feeling...
Lin Yourong was the first to arrive at the BMW, reached out and gently opened the driver's side door, then gracefully sat inside.
She leaned forward slightly, her fair and slender hands reaching under the seat to carefully adjust it so that she could comfortably control the steering wheel.
After adjusting, she turned her head and looked at Yu Huan, who was fastening her seatbelt. Her eyes were full of concern, and she said softly:
"Honey, look at you, you've been working non-stop all day and haven't had a proper rest. You've even had a few drinks. How about I take you home first?"
Yu Huan subconsciously shook her head and uttered two words firmly: "No need."
Seeing this, Lin Yourong softly responded with an "Oh," then released the handbrake and gently pressed the accelerator with her toes.
The BMW's engine roared with a deep, powerful sound as it slowly pulled out of the parking space and paused briefly beside the car.
At this moment, Zhang Ye and Liang Qiaobo walked over side by side, opened the back door, and got into their seats.
Lin Yourong glanced at the two people sitting down in the rearview mirror, then gently turned the steering wheel, and the BMW slowly drove away from the hotel's front yard.
On the other side, the seven members of the Hanggai Band all had flushed faces from drinking.
They all had a great time drinking tonight. Amidst laughter and chatter, they got into Hu Jiyan's and Sister Ru's cars, ready to return to the hotel, get some rest, and end the day.
The little BMW drove smoothly down the night street, the wheels making a slight tire noise as they rubbed against the road surface.
The city's neon lights flickered, and colorful light and shadow shone through the car windows, splashing freely onto everyone's faces, creating a mottled and dazzling effect.
As the light and shadow shifted, it was sometimes as bright as day, clearly reflecting everyone's expressions; at other times, it disappeared into darkness, leaving only blurry outlines.
Yu Huan, feeling slightly dizzy, turned her head to look at Zhang Ye in the back seat.
A sincere smile appeared on his face as he thanked her, "Sister Zhang, you've really worked hard today. You came all this way late at night to give Rongrong some guidance and even spent so much time having dinner with us."
A gentle smile appeared on Zhang Ye's face as he said, "Xiao Yu, please don't say that. You Rong is my junior sister. Isn't it only natural for me to help her? Besides, I really enjoyed this meal today. Everyone spoke freely and had a very pleasant conversation."
Lin Yourong gripped the steering wheel firmly with both hands, her eyes focused intently on the ever-extending road ahead, occasionally glancing at the rearview mirror out of the corner of her eye.
Hearing Yu Huan and Zhang Ye's conversation, the corners of her mouth under her mask curled up slightly, and she took over the conversation, saying, "Senior sister, thank you so much for today. If you hadn't come to help, I might still be hesitant and wouldn't have dared to try the hidden voice so boldly. I was very nervous and uneasy."
Zhang Ye's slightly round cheeks were flushed with a deep red from the alcohol, making her appear even more kind and approachable.
Hearing what Lin Yourong said, she tilted her head slightly, her gaze softly falling on Lin Yourong's profile, and said with a hint of reminiscence in her voice:
“Yourong, you have been very talented in vocal music since you were a child. I remember when you were only five or six years old, you often played backstage with your grandmother. Whenever the actors on stage started singing Huagu Opera, you would imitate them line by line. I think you did a pretty good job. Your small stature and your serious attitude really impressed me.”
A hint of reminiscence flashed in Lin Yourong's eyes as she said softly, "I don't remember many things from my childhood, but my grandmother always doted on me and took me everywhere she went."
Zhang Ye nodded slightly and continued, "Yes, I told your grandmother back then that if you studied vocal music, you would definitely achieve great things in the future. At that time, it was just a casual remark, purely as idle chatter. Who would have thought that your family would actually send you to receive systematic vocal music training later?"
"My grandma just wanted me to sing because she saw that I liked it," Lin Yourong said. Even though the mask covered most of her face, her smiling eyes still revealed an unconscious smile beneath the mask.
Yu Huan turned her head and looked at Lin Yourong's slightly hazy profile in the interplay of light and shadow.
At this moment, a slight intoxication did not make him feel sleepy; on the contrary, it made him even more talkative. He interjected, "It's like many parents nowadays who enroll their children in extracurricular classes. At first, they didn't expect their children to achieve much; they just wanted their children to develop a hobby and add some color to their childhood. Who knew you would end up on this path?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Ye chuckled softly and continued, "That's true. Given You Rong's family situation, I reckon they probably don't really want her to get involved in the entertainment industry."
Zhang Ye knew Lin Yourong's family background inside and out; for an ordinary family, the dream of becoming a star was almost unattainable.
However, for someone from a family like Lin Yourong's, relatives often value the family's accumulated honors and stable social status more. The entertainment industry may not be the field that relatives expect her to enter, and they may even feel that it is beneath their status.
Yu Huan glanced at Liang Qiaobo, who was silently listening to the conversation, through the rearview mirror inside the car.
He quickly changed the subject and asked, "Teacher Liang, the recording of the show starts the day after tomorrow. Have you finished your arrangement work?"
Upon hearing this, Liang Qiaobo gently pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, a thoughtful glint flashing in his eyes behind the lenses.
With a warm smile, he replied slowly, "Pretty much. Things are going quite smoothly so far. The singers have all chosen their performance songs. Most of the songs in this episode are soothing and melodious ballads... Only you and Wenjie are singing rock. Of course, strictly speaking, 'Night in Ulaanbaatar' can only be said to have incorporated rock elements."
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan's smile deepened: "This song, after being adapted, can be considered ethnic rock."
“Ethnic rock…” Zhang Ye nodded, agreeing, “It’s the perfect name to combine rock and folk music, two very different musical elements.”
Liang Qiaobo nodded slightly and continued, "When I first heard Xiao Yu explain the arrangement of this song on the phone, I was worried that it might backfire and turn out in a strange and incongruous way. But after watching them rehearse it in the afternoon, I realized that not only did they not clash, but they complemented each other. They preserved the original flavor of Mongolian music while naturally incorporating rock elements. The transitions in rhythm and harmony were very smooth, and it was a seamless whole."
After speaking, he habitually raised his hand to adjust his glasses.
Yu Huan laughed heartily and turned to Zhang Ye, saying, "So, Sister Zhang, everything is ready now, all we're missing is your support! Your guidance to Rongrong is of paramount importance, the most crucial link!"
"You're really putting me on the spot. I only have a basic understanding of how Tibetan folk songs are sung; I haven't studied them in depth. You're putting me under a bit of pressure..." Zhang Ye smiled and continued, "But speaking of which, You Rong called me about this before, and then I contacted a Tibetan junior. Tomorrow morning, when You Rong is ready, we'll see if we can have a video call or talk on the phone. We can chat a bit."
"Junior sister?" Yu Huan's face was full of doubt. Lin Yourong stared intently at the road stretching ahead, her hands firmly on the steering wheel, and explained softly, "Senior sister Zhang Ye graduated from the National Conservatory of Music."
"Oh! I see." Yu Huan nodded in understanding, then asked curiously, "Sister Zhang, your junior must also be a famous singer, right?"
Zhang Ye's lips curled up slightly, and he nodded firmly, saying, "Of course, my junior is a renowned Tibetan singer. In terms of fame, she's even more famous than me. Several of her Tibetan songs are household names, and everyone can hum a few lines."
Yu Huan quickly said, "Sister Zhang, stop keeping me in suspense! If you praise someone so highly, tell me who it is!"
Liang Qiaobo, who had been listening quietly, couldn't help but show a curious expression. She turned to look at Zhang Ye's profile and pricked up her ears, waiting for her answer.
Zhang Ye's face flushed slightly from the alcohol. He smiled gently and said slowly, "The Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, The Heavenly Road—"
"Is it Han Hong?" Yu Huan's eyes narrowed instantly.
Zhang Ye immediately replied, "That's right, it's Han Hong. I'm from the class of '86, and she's from the class of '88..."
Upon hearing this, Liang Qiaobo's mouth gaped open in surprise.
He knew very well that Han Hong was a heavyweight singer whom the production team had gone to great lengths to invite, with the director team even personally visiting her, but in the end, unsurprisingly, she declined...
Yu Huan immediately clapped her hands together, making a "smack" sound, and exclaimed, "Han Hong? My goodness! Sister Zhang! Your connections are amazing!"
Han Hong is indeed Tibetan, and she also has a Tibetan name, Yangjin Zhuoma, which means 'the goddess of melodious sound' in Tibetan...
"You've had a few drinks, and you're acting so jumpy." Lin Yourong gently stepped on the brake, turned her gaze away from the red light ahead, and gave Yu Huan a reproachful look.
Then, she turned to face Zhang Ye in the back seat and said sincerely, "I am really grateful to my senior sister for caring so much about my affairs."
Zhang Ye's smile deepened, and he said gently, "I can't guarantee anything. I've just arranged for you to have a brief chat with her. How much you can gain from her depends on your own efforts. However, I joked with her that you're planning a major project to integrate ethnic music, and she seems quite interested in it."
At this moment, Lin Yourong noticed that the red light had turned green, and immediately raised her hands to grip the steering wheel again.
The little BMW smoothly crossed the stop line.
Lin Yourong thought for a moment and replied, "I understand, senior sister. I will definitely cherish this opportunity and communicate all my questions and thoughts to Teacher Han Hong."
"Yes, it's good that you know what I mean." Zhang Ye nodded gently.
Upon hearing their conversation, Liang Qiaobo fell into deep thought...
A brief silence fell over the carriage, with only the soft rustling of the wheels against the ground amplified and made exceptionally clear in the stillness.
Soon, the little BMW arrived at the front parking lot of Muse Music.
Liang Qiaobo was the first to reach out and push open the car door, then stepped out of the car with a deft gait.
He turned his head and looked at Yu Huan, who was bowing as she got out of the car, and said, "Little Yu, I'll go take care of my own business now. Thank you and Lin Su for your hospitality today."
Yu Huan landed firmly on the solid ground, a bright smile immediately spreading across her face as she warmly replied, "Teacher Liang, you're too kind. You go ahead and get busy; we'll head to the practice room now."
Liang Qiaobo responded softly with an "Mm," then turned to face Zhang Ye. After the two politely said goodbye, he hurriedly walked towards the entrance of Muse Music.
A gentle breeze swept by on this cold night, carrying with it wisps of biting chill that dispelled the slight effects of alcohol on Yu Huan.
Yu Huan followed the two female disciples with leisurely steps, neither too fast nor too slow.
Along the way, Lin Yourong and Zhang Ye occasionally whispered to each other, their conversation revolving around the song "Night in Ulaanbaatar".
Before long, the three of them arrived at the stairwell, climbed the steps, and soon reached the door of the practice room on the second floor.
Lin Yourong, who was walking at the front, reached out and grasped the doorknob of the practice room. She pressed down a little, but found that it did not budge.
At this juncture, however, they encountered a problem—
There is no key.
Yu Huan took out her phone from her pocket, thinking that Hu Jiyan and Sister Ru were both driving the Hanggai Band back to their hotel. Both of them had keys and were driving, and it was late at night with poor visibility, so it was really not appropriate to call and disturb them.
When leaving the restaurant, Sister Ru mentioned that she needed to go back early to be with Wang Weiwei, but Hu Jiyan would still come over.
As he pondered this, his fingertips nimbly tapped on the phone screen, quickly composing a text message and sending it to Hu Jiyan:
"Brother Hu, we're at the practice room door, but we don't have the key, so we'll wait for you here."
The three stood at the entrance of the practice room. The cold night wind blew in through the corridor window, assaulting their bodies and sending a chill straight up from their feet.
Lin Yourong subconsciously crossed her arms over her chest and quickly walked towards the end of the corridor, preparing to close the window.
Zhang Ye rubbed his hands together, turned his gaze to Yu Huan, and casually asked with a smile, "When are you planning to have your wedding with You Rong?"
Yu Huan looked away from her phone screen and said frankly, "To be honest, Sister Zhang, the plan is for the end of this year."
(End of this chapter)