lerbook Chapter 342 The Little Clip
Chapter 342 The Little Clip
Chapter 342 The Little Clip
Yu Huan struggled to carry the large and small bags in both hands and slowly climbed the steps to the third floor.
From the residential area to the vegetable market across the street, the round trip took quite a distance, and the bags in my hands gradually became heavy.
Standing in front of the door, Yu Huan frowned slightly. If she didn't put the bag on the ground, she really wouldn't be able to free her hands to take out the keys.
After a moment's thought, he tried gently kicking the bottom of the door with the side of his shoe, demonstrating his flexibility and adaptability.
Each generation has its own way of life, which in the eyes of the older generation would certainly be considered a terrible act that would be met with scolding and beatings.
A crisp "knock, knock" echoed softly in the quiet hallway. Yu Huan tilted his head back slightly and called out in a high-pitched voice, "Wife! Open the door!"
Then, he kicked the door twice more, and then listened intently to the sounds coming from inside.
If Lin Yourong is not in the living room, then he will have to open the door himself.
Suddenly, a slight "click" sound rang out, and Yu Huan knew immediately that it was the sound of the doorknob turning.
Sure enough, the door was quickly and gently pushed open.
Yu Huan's gaze had just focused on the room when she keenly spotted Lin Yourong's figure and quickly darted to the side of the entrance.
Seeing this, Yu Huan was slightly taken aback, thinking to herself that the female celebrity in her family was quite vigilant.
He stomped his feet twice to avoid bringing rainwater into the house and dirtying the floor, then strode over the threshold.
Lin Yourong, who was standing behind the door, saw Yu Huan come in and quickly reached out to take the bag from his hand.
Looking down at the breakfast and a large bottle of apple cider vinegar inside, her bare face beamed with a smile, and she said softly, "Honey, you've been carrying so much stuff all this way, thank you for your hard work~"
Yu Huan looked at Lin Yourong, who was wearing a pink, thick cotton pajama set, and after confirming that she had picked up the handles of several stacked plastic bags, she slowly let go of her hand.
She then turned around and closed the door, smiling gently as she said, "What's the trouble? I originally wanted you to sleep in a little longer in the morning, but I didn't expect you to wake up on your own so soon after we left."
Upon hearing this, Lin Yourong's lips twitched slightly, as if she wanted to question Yu Huan about whether he had made any advances towards her that morning!
While I was drifting off to sleep, I kept feeling a claw on my chest...
It involved kneading and pinching...
But at the time, I couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.
Just thinking about it made her cheeks feel hot.
"I went to bed early last night anyway." Lin Yourong dismissed these blush-inducing thoughts and casually replied, then extended her other empty hand to Yu Huan, "Give them all to me, you can change your shoes first."
"it is good."
Yu Huan separated the wet umbrellas and handed her the bags of groceries.
Lin Yourong carried a full load in both hands and walked briskly into the kitchen, putting everything down properly.
As Yu Huan changed her shoes, she quietly observed Lin Yourong's busy figure, feeling that the whole room had become exceptionally warm because of her presence.
A faint sense of happiness seemed to permeate the air, making one feel relaxed and happy...
Soon after, the young couple finished what they were doing and sat down side by side at the dining table to eat a simple breakfast together.
On the table, there was a creamed corn cob, a small bag of scallion pancakes, two boiled eggs, and two cartons of pure milk.
Lin Yourong held a corn cob in her left hand, munching on it gently, while her right hand occasionally tapped the screen of her phone, which was resting on the edge of the table. She was chatting with Sister Ru about work-related matters on QQ.
“Honey, if you want to see the score first, how about we go to Delta this afternoon? My parents should be here around ten o’clock.” Yu Huan’s words rang out, and Lin Yourong looked up at Yu Huan, who was sucking on a straw.
After a moment's thought, she said softly, "Darling, whatever you decide, I'm fine with it."
Yu Huan put down the milk carton in her hand, picked up a still slightly hot egg from the small bowl, and gently tapped it on the edge of the table, making a crisp cracking sound.
As he peeled the eggshell, watching the smooth egg white gradually emerge, he smiled and said, "As for how to arrange it, I'd like to take my parents to the Delta with me, after all, they transferred 500,000 yuan to me for renovations."
"Sure, I'll do as you say." Lin Yourong nodded slightly, her gaze returning to her phone.
Her slender fingers swiped rapidly across the screen as she replied to Sister Ru's messages.
Yu Huan peeled the eggs, but first handed them to her: "Wife, here you go."
"Oh." Lin Yourong responded with a smile, placed the corn on the bowl, took the round and white egg, and took a small bite.
After the couple finished breakfast, Lin Yourong looked serene and took the initiative to clean up the leftover food on the table.
Yu Huan then went to the bedroom balcony, rummaged through the desk drawer to find his USB drive, and prepared to copy the sheet music from his laptop.
Then it was transferred to Lin Yourong's Fruit Notebook.
However, to be fair, the Pure Love Warrior was indeed a lady from a respectable family. Even after learning that the lyrics and music for the three songs had been fully written, she remained calm and composed, a quality that filled him with admiration.
No wonder she's his wife!
If it were Fang Yuting, and you did the math, she would be incredibly anxious and immediately pestering him to give it back when she found out she had been bought a Hermes bag, right?
Of course, these two women cannot be compared.
Yu Huan sat at her computer desk, watching the animation of copying files on the screen. She pulled herself together, a slight smile playing on her lips, and shook her head, amused by her own observation.
Before long, the copying work was successfully completed.
Holding a small USB flash drive, Yu Huan slowly walked out of the bedroom and into the living room.
Looking up, I saw Lin Yourong standing gracefully at the kitchen doorway, stretching lazily.
She was wearing a pink, thick cotton pajama set, which, while concealing her graceful figure, added to her languid and adorable charm.
"Honey, I copied it onto a USB drive. Can you save it to your computer and take a look?" Yu Huan held up the USB drive in her hand.
Lin Yourong nodded her chin and took a light step: "Okay! Let me see what kind of popular songs with a sense of national pride are~" Hearing the joy and anticipation in her voice, Yu Huan smiled and turned around, then gently pushed open the door of the karaoke room: "They are all quite lyrical slow songs, including one with a traditional opera style."
Lin Yourong quickly quickened her pace, closely following Yu Huan as she stepped into the room, and smiled gently, saying, "You said before that it would be similar to Li Yugang's 'The New Drunken Concubine,' right?"
“Yes!” Yu Huan said softly as she walked steadily forward, “Next week, I’ll take some time to make the demos for these three songs. You can familiarize yourself with the lyrics and music first, and then you can go directly to record the vocals.”
Just as Yu Huan reached the long table, she suddenly felt her left arm being tightly embraced, and heard Lin Yourong's sweet and soft voice in her ear: "Thank you, darling! Darling is so good!"
Upon hearing that voice, Yu Huan couldn't help but turn around, gently pinch her cheek, and say with a warm smile, "Little clip."
"A small clip?" Lin Yourong's smile froze, turning into confusion.
Yu Huan coughed slightly, deciding not to give a detailed answer, lest the Pure Love Warrior stop speaking to him in his signature voice.
He pulled out two rattan chairs from the long table one by one, thought for a moment, and said, "You were so cute when you spoke just now, I really liked it."
Lin Yourong released his arm, moved over and sat down first. Looking at the stack of guitar cases on the table, she said with a suspicious look, "Why do I have a feeling that 'little clip' isn't a nice thing to say?"
Yu Huan chuckled, pushed the three guitar cases to the inside of the long table, and then bent down to move the fruit notebook between the two of them.
In the midst of these actions, Yu Huan quickly came up with her explanation: "How could it not be a compliment? 'Little Clip' is a compliment to your sweet and lovely voice, just like a little clip that can instantly capture my heart. It's my special nickname for you!"
"Really?"
Yu Huan blinked at her, widening her eyes as she tried to look at her: "What do you see in my eyes? Two words: sincerity!"
Lin Yourong's doubts gradually dissipated, but she still felt that something was amiss...
She shook her head decisively: "You should just call me wife, 'little clip' doesn't sound nice."
"Okay." Yu Huan replied casually, pressed the power button on the computer, and gestured to her, "Wife, please unlock it."
Lin Yourong tugged at his earlobe, ready to strike at any moment, and said coquettishly, "The password is my birth year and month. I don't need to tell you now, do I?"
"Oh." Yu Huan nodded hurriedly in response, her expression full of obedience.
If I said I didn't know, my ears would probably get twisted on the spot.
Yu Huan moved the notebook in front of her and quickly typed in the password.
There was no mousepad here, so he moved the mouse on the table, controlling the cursor with some difficulty.
After inserting the USB drive and performing some operations, he gently pushed the laptop in front of Lin Yourong and gestured again, saying, "Wife, please look at the score!"
Lin Yourong gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and said softly, "Okay, I'll take a look first."
He placed his fingers on the touchpad and slowly scrolled through the pages. He first glanced at the song titles and muttered to himself, "As You Wish," "The Wind on the Way Home," and "Red Pity."
As soon as she finished speaking, she focused intently on the lyrics and music on the screen, her expression gradually becoming serious.
Because the lyrics included a section on Peking Opera singing, Lin Yourong confidently stated, "The 'Red-Clad Song' is the ancient-style song you mentioned, right?"
“Yes,” Yu Huan replied with a smile, pinching her cheek and teasingly saying, “You can sing ‘The Boatman’s Love’ so fluently, so this shouldn’t be difficult for you, right?”
Lin Yourong brushed his hands away and said thoughtfully, "Hmm... there are so many different types of opera, and each type has its own unique singing styles and techniques..."
Yu Huan thought for a moment, smiled slightly and said, "Is that so? Then I'll make a demo of 'Red-Clad Actress' first, and personally demonstrate the pronunciation of the opera style to you using my own voice."
"Can't you just sing it to me?" Lin Yourong suddenly tilted her head and smiled, as if she had thought of something. "Then don't do it like last time, where the audio was edited so well that no one could tell it was your voice."
Yu Huan smiled brightly, looking at her beautiful profile, and said, "The vocal range of the song 'Red Cliff' is about C4 to A4. I don't even have the vocal range of an average person. I struggle with the middle range. How can I sing it for you? If you want to achieve the correct pitch and tone and don't allow auto-tuning, you might as well kill me."
Lin Yourong stared at the sheet music on the computer screen, and when she heard this, she burst out laughing, her laughter as clear as a silver bell.
She asked with a smile, "Darling, how about I teach you how to sing? Even if you're not born with it, you can make up for it with skill."
Hearing this, Yu Huan pinched her cheek again, quite addicted, and said humorously, "It's enough to have a fairy in the family who can sing. Besides, my energy is limited, so I won't force myself to do things I'm not good at. Wouldn't it be better if we divided the work? I'll write the song, and then you can sing it. We can each play to our strengths."
After hearing these words, Lin Yourong's lips curled up in a smile, her eyes crinkling with laughter, her appearance charming and adorable.
Her gaze was focused, but then she spoke repeatedly:
“Darling, where did you get the inspiration for the song ‘Red-Clad Actress’? I always feel there’s a backstory to it! And the lyrics are so wonderful, depicting the desolation of a country falling apart and a family being destroyed from the perspective of an actor. Yes, though lowly in rank, I dare not forget my country’s worries!”
"Darling, at first, I was completely confused by the song title alone. 'Ling' refers to a performer in opera, and I had no idea what 'Chi Ling' meant. But when I looked at the lyrics, I immediately understood—"
Lin Yourong paused, then emphasized, "The song title and lyrics are very fitting! It truly embodies a strong sense of patriotism!"
It was rare for the pure love warrior to talk so much. Yu Huan pondered the question in her words for a moment and smiled, "Wife, it is indeed related to someone, but it's just a fictional little story in my head. I'll write it down for you later."
"Sure!" Lin Yourong nodded like a chick pecking at rice, overjoyed. Suddenly, she slapped his thigh, "Honey, could you get me a guitar?"
"it is good."
As soon as Yu Huan stood up, Lin Yourong couldn't wait to start humming: "A scene from the play~ Water sleeves rise and fall~ Singing of joys and sorrows, of partings and reunions~ It has nothing to do with me~"
She had only been looking at the sheet music for a few minutes when she began humming the lyrics, and her pitch and rhythm were spot on.
Yu Huan couldn't help but think to herself, "Indeed, everyone has their own area of expertise..."
The drizzle that had been falling all night finally stopped.
Yu Huan stood by the kitchen counter, holding a cleaver, slowly slicing lotus root.
The blade made a crisp "click, click" sound as it touched the lotus root slices. The door to the karaoke room was not closed, and the soft singing could be heard.
In the karaoke room, Lin Yourong was constantly adjusting her singing style and pronunciation of the verses of "Red-Clad Ladies".
Yu Huan felt there was no need for her to learn the original singer's version in a rigid, formulaic way; that would be going too far. As for the arrangement, he planned to use the version by the "Big Boss" Tan Jing.
However, Lin Yourong seemed to have an instant affinity for "Red Actress" and couldn't take her eyes off it.
It was not discovered that, from all perspectives, the song "As You Wish" was actually the one that could easily be considered the lead single among the three songs used for the EP album.
(End of this chapter)