lerbook Chapter 385 Too much modesty is arrogance
Chapter 385 Too much modesty is arrogance
Chapter 385 Too much modesty is arrogance
The wall clock turned its hands at a leisurely pace.
On the television screen, the competing singers were taking turns performing on stage according to the draw results.
Interspersed throughout the program were clips of the singers interacting and reacting backstage, along with enthusiastic cheers and applause from the audience, adding a strong sense of realism to the show.
The family sat comfortably on the soft fabric sofa, watching the program leisurely and occasionally discussing the performances of the singers.
Lin Yourong rested her head lightly on Yu Huan's shoulder, her whole posture relaxed and exuding a lazy aura.
She would occasionally check her phone and chat with Sister Ru, and then turn her gaze to the television screen.
When Huang Qishan appeared, her smooth and delicate voice, as steady as a CD, rippled from the speakers, causing Lin Yourong to sit up straight, her eyes filled with focus as she listened attentively.
Old Lin crossed his arms over his chest, a look of admiration on his face, and said slowly, "This female singer is really amazing. She sings English songs so well. She wasn't very famous before, but every time I hear her sing, I feel very impressed!"
Yu Huan's chin swayed slightly with the rhythm of the drumbeats as she smiled and said, "Yes, Dad, Huang Qishan is a really strong singer in China. She has actually been working in the pop music scene for a long time, but she may have lacked a suitable opportunity to let more people know her."
"Yes, her voice is excellent, and she excels in both technique and emotional expression." Lin Yourong nodded slightly.
This episode has undoubtedly reached a climax.
Yu Huan unconsciously stroked Lin Yourong's hair, staring intently at the TV screen, and said, "The jazz arrangement of 'I Will Always Love You' is quite nice. The difficulty of this song lies in the transition between true and falsetto in the chorus, which is Huang Qishan's forte, and her black singing style is very charming."
Lin Yourong hummed softly in agreement.
While cracking sunflower seeds, the mother-in-law chimed in with a smile, "You guys can come up with so much from watching a TV show. Although I don't know much about music, I think Huang Qishan is currently the best singer."
After a moment's thought, Yu Huan realized that among the remaining singers, Yang Zongwei was the only one who hadn't yet performed.
He then smiled and said, "I think Huang Qishan performed very well this time, she should be number one."
Lin Yourong glanced at Yu Huan, whose expression was slightly confident, and said, "The newly added singer Yang Zongwei is also a very capable singer. It's hard to say what the outcome will be."
Upon hearing these slightly skeptical words, Yu Huan pinched her delicate face and said with a knowing air, "Judging from the editing and atmosphere of the show, it's definitely right."
"Okay~"
Lin Yourong playfully slapped away the hand that was playing with her face, and seeing Huang Qishan finish her performance and take her final bow on the TV screen, she turned to her mother-in-law beside her and said:
"Mom, there are mini glutinous rice balls and sweet wine in the fridge—"
The words have not yet fallen.
The mother-in-law immediately stood up and said, "Then you guys watch the show first, I'll go cook."
"Thank you, Mom! You're so kind!" Lin Yourong quickly replied, a bright smile spreading across her face.
Upon hearing this, the mother-in-law's crow's feet at the corners of her eyes and the upward curve of her lips became even more pronounced, revealing her neat upper teeth as she smiled.
"This child, still so polite to his mother." The mother-in-law's tone was clearly very pleasant. As she spoke, she walked briskly past Lao Lin around the coffee table and toward the refrigerator in the corner.
Old Lin, his eyes glued to the TV, chuckled and said, “You Rong, the saying ‘one is influenced by one’s company’ is absolutely true. Since you got together with Xiao Yu, your words have become sweeter and sweeter. Just six words are enough to make your mother happy and go cook sweet rice balls in wine.”
Lin Yourong rolled her eyes slightly and said coquettishly, "Dad, it's not as exaggerated as you say!"
Yu Huan laughed along with her father-in-law, affectionately putting her arm around Lin Yourong's shoulder, and said, "It's because our family gets along so well and the atmosphere is relaxed and pleasant that Rongrong can so naturally express her gratitude to Mom."
Old Lin nodded emphatically and said with great satisfaction, "Xiao Yu, what you said makes a lot of sense. I really like hearing it. As long as the family is harmonious and happy, I can't be happier!"
Lin Yourong keenly noticed the flaw in her father's words and immediately retorted, "Dad, do you mean our family wasn't harmonious before?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Yu Huan immediately stretched out two fingers and gently pinched Lin Yourong's lips.
Lin Yourong was taken aback by Yu Huan's sudden action. Her almond-shaped eyes widened, showing both surprise and a hint of reproach.
Yu Huan hurriedly said, "Wife, look at the TV! Yang Zongwei is about to go on stage."
Lin Yourong made a muffled sound, speechlessly slapped Yu Huan's hand away again, and said coquettishly, "I know."
Old Lin glanced at the young couple out of the corner of his eye and couldn't help but chuckle.
After the brief incident, Yang Zongwei's singing voice echoed in the living room.
Wang Fei's classic song "Self-Restraint" was performed by him with deep emotion and delicacy. The low strings and the faint piano played conveyed the gradual increase in tenderness and the inability to control oneself.
Amidst a long, off-key "ah," the mother-in-law emerged from the kitchen, carrying a bowl of cooked sweet rice wine dumplings in one hand.
Seeing everyone's focused expressions, she turned and strolled towards the dining table, smiling and announcing loudly, "The midnight snack is ready, everyone come and eat!"
Even though the range hood wasn't turned up to the highest setting, the air was already filled with the sweet aroma of wine.
Lin Yourong came to her senses upon hearing the sound.
She watched Yang Zongwei on the television screen, arms outstretched, head held high, gazing into the distance, letting out a series of high-pitched, passionate roars, and replied, "Okay."
As soon as she finished speaking, she turned to look at Yu Huan and said with a smile, "From what I heard, the beginning doesn't seem to be much different from the original, but this long howl that expresses my feelings is handled in such a bold way."
After a long howl, accompanied by the addition of a strong percussion rhythm, Yu Huan nodded: "Although there are flaws, I think this is what it means to sing with your heart, focusing on emotional expression. Compared to Yang Zongwei, Huang Qishan focuses more on technique, which is a bit formulaic..."
As he spoke, he released his arm from Lin Yourong's shoulder, stood up, and stretched.
Then, with a contented expression, he continued, "Of course, the singers before him were hitting high notes and showing off their singing skills. At first glance, the audience might feel that his singing was abrupt, and he probably wouldn't get a very good ranking in the end."
Lin Yourong listened attentively to his insights and analysis, and nodded in agreement.
After letting out a soft "hmm" through his nose, he stood up and followed closely behind Yu Huan.
The mother-in-law put down the two bowls she was holding, turned around and went back to the kitchen to continue serving the glutinous rice balls.
She glanced at Old Lin as he walked around the TV and said, "Just eat some glutinous rice balls, you still have to drive later."
"Okay," Old Lin replied calmly and peacefully.
After the competition, Wong Ka Kui returned to the stage to sing Zhao Chuan's "I Finally Lost You".
The family sat around the dining table, enjoying the sweet rice wine dumplings cooked by the mother-in-law, with the background noise of the television playing in the background.
Yu Huan picked up the bowl, took a sip of sweet wine, then slurped up a few glutinous rice balls, smacked her lips in satisfaction, and said, "Mom, your sweet wine glutinous rice balls are really delicious, the sugar is just right."
"As long as it tastes good," the mother-in-law replied with a beaming smile.
Lin Yourong held the spoon, scooped up a full spoonful, and put it into her mouth. The soft and sweet texture spread in her mouth, and she squinted her eyes in satisfaction, her eyebrows curving like a crescent moon in the night sky, looking very happy.
Just as Lin Yourong finished her late-night snack, taking small bites, Hong Tao on TV finished his 'torture' of the singers and audience and announced the rankings for the episode.
The final rankings have been revealed.
Huang Qishan deservedly won first place with her classic song "I Will Always Love You".
As for the newly added singer Yang Zongwei, he suffered a major setback in his very first performance, finishing last...
Old Lin, who had already finished eating his glutinous rice balls and put down his spoon, leisurely turned his head to look at the TV screen and said with an appreciative smile, "Xiao Yu, it seems your judgment is quite accurate!"
The mother-in-law gently nudged Old Lin's arm with her elbow and said reproachfully, "Don't you even know what Xiao Yu is capable of!"
Yu Huan responded humbly, "I just had a little insight and was just saying it casually. I didn't expect that I would actually be right."
"Xiao Yu, being too modest is just being arrogant!" Old Lin laughed heartily and continued, "Not to mention that you can write lyrics and compose music, and you can speak eloquently in front of You Rong, who is a professional singer, you must also have real talent."
“That’s right,” the mother-in-law chimed in. “Xiao Yu must have made significant achievements in music.”
Lin Yourong smiled radiantly as her parents praised Yu Huan so sincerely.
"Xiao Yu, You Rong, it's already midnight, we'll head back now." Old Lin said, raising his hand to support himself on the edge of the dining table and slowly standing up.
Seeing this, Lin Yourong quickly turned to Yu Huan and said, "Honey, you take Mom and Dad downstairs, I'll take care of things."
"Okay." Yu Huan replied without hesitation.
Old Lin waved his hand and said hurriedly, "No need for that trouble."
“No trouble at all!” Yu Huan uttered these three words with a righteous air, then suddenly raised her eyebrows and continued humorously, “Dad, the main thing is that I don’t have to wash the dishes because of this opportunity.”
As soon as he said this, Old Lin burst into laughter, and his mother-in-law also had a smile on her face that she couldn't help but smile.
Lin Yourong, who was clearing the dishes from the table, glared at Yu Huan and said coquettishly, "You're so clever!"
Yu Huan chuckled.
It was already past midnight; the sky was starless and moonless, and the night was as dark as ink.
As Yu Huan stepped out of the stairwell, he felt the biting wind lashing his face like a knife, causing him to immediately turn up his collar and shrink his neck.
He turned to Old Lin and his mother-in-law who were following behind and said, "It's so cold at night."
Hearing his slightly trembling voice in the cold wind, Old Lin tightened his coat: "Yes, the temperature is probably around zero degrees Celsius."
He brushed past Yu Huan and jogged toward the Crown sedan parked on the side of the road.
The mother-in-law patted Yu Huan's shoulder lightly and quickened her pace to pass him, saying with concern, "Xiao Yu, you should go upstairs first. Although there is air conditioning in the bedroom, you and You Rong should take care to keep warm and not catch a cold."
Yu Huan did not go upstairs as instructed, but followed firmly behind her mother-in-law, saying, "Mom, don't worry, we'll be careful. You and Dad, be careful on the way home, and remember to send us a message when you get home."
"Okay, remember to come for lunch tomorrow!" The mother-in-law walked around the back of the car to the passenger side, her tight, hoarse voice echoing in the night air.
“Okay.” Yu Huan smiled and nodded.
He then walked to the driver's side of the Crown sedan, stopped, and waved goodbye to Old Lin inside the car window.
Old Lin rolled down the car window and smiled kindly at Yu Huan, saying, "Alright, hurry up and get in, it's cold outside."
“Okay, Dad.” Yu Huan nodded.
He listened as the sound of the wheels rubbing against the ground gradually disappeared into the cold wind, and watched the Crown sedan slowly drive away.
Only after the car's bright red taillights disappeared into the night did he turn around and walk back.
The hallway was dimly lit, and Yu Huan's footsteps echoed in the silence, reverberating all the way up to the third floor.
Upon returning home, Yu Huan's gaze was immediately drawn to a busy figure in the kitchen.
I noticed that Lin Yourong was standing by the kitchen sink, washing the dishes and spoons.
As he watched this scene, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up in a smile.
After changing into slippers, he walked over lightly, gently hugged Lin Yourong from behind, turned his head forward, and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Honey, thank you for washing the dishes."
Lin Yourong smiled sweetly, but pouted slightly and said coquettishly, "Didn't you just say that you could skip washing the dishes when you saw Mom and Dad downstairs?"
"Of course I was just joking!" Yu Huan chuckled, glancing down at the dark blue dishwashing gloves she was wearing.
The fragrance emanating from my wife was truly delightful, so I couldn't resist giving her another kiss on the cheek.
Yu Huan immediately released his embrace, turned around and strode away: "Wife, it's getting late, I'm going to brush my teeth and wash my face first."
As Lin Yourong listened to the soft footsteps fading into the distance, she suddenly emphasized, "Let's not soak our feet today, it's already past midnight."
"Okay, I'll do as you say," Yu Huan replied.
His gaze flickered to the cold medicine commercial playing on the TV, then he went over and turned off the power.
The advertisement featuring Zhou Huajian on the screen was interrupted halfway through its delivery, and the sound of running water from the kitchen suddenly stopped, plunging the screen into silence as if the whole world had quieted down.
Yu Huan finished washing up in less than ten minutes.
He shuffled out of the bathroom in his slippers and peered into the karaoke room, seeking the light.
Lin Yourong was standing by the coffee table, bending down to clean up the mess left after they finished drinking tea.
Yu Huan felt a warmth in his heart. He raised his arm and leaned against the door frame, casually saying, "Wife, it's not too late to clean up tomorrow."
Lin Yourong put the teacup back into the sterilizer and put the lid on. Hearing the sound, she turned her head and a gentle smile flashed across her eyes: "It's just a trivial matter. Let's finish it today. Go turn on the air conditioner and go to bed. I'll be there in a bit."
"Okay!" Yu Huan replied.
(End of this chapter)