Zhao Yu rarely suffered from insomnia.
She is not a dull person. Looking back on Shen Junyi's behavior in the past half a year, combined with this song representing confession tonight, his intentions are self-evident.
But when she realized this, she didn't feel the joy that her obsession would finally have an echo. She also couldn't tell what kind of feeling she felt in her heart. The initial shock was like a gust of wind, whizzing past the big tree growing in her heart. But there is nothing left except for blowing the flowers and leaves.
She tried so hard to get close to him, but when he turned around, she couldn't help but want to back away.
Those complex, mixed emotions that almost filled her mind deprived her of all the ability to think rationally that night.
Almost at dawn, the music director called the company to continue working on the production of the new album. The song invitation has reached the final stage, and today we will finalize all the songs to be included in the album.
This album has a total of eleven songs, nine of which have already been scheduled. The last few songs that came out were pretty good, and she couldn't go wrong no matter which two she chose.
The producer played all the deos, saw her in a daze, and asked with a smile, "I don't like any of them? Then do you have any songs you want to use?"
Zhao Yu leaned against the back of the chair, and subconsciously pinched the pink USB flash drive in his pocket with his fingers.
But in the end she still didn't take out the USB flash drive. Smiling and pointing to Deo on the screen, "Just these two songs."
The new album is positioned as "not me".
After the song list is confirmed, the next step is audio recording. In fact, half of the previously set songs have been recorded and entered post-production. When it was almost noon, Shen Juanyi sent a WeChat message to ask her if she had lunch.
Zhao Yu looked at the smiling emoji in the chat box, and paused for a long time with his fingers on the Jiugongge keys, but he didn't know what to reply.
In the evening, Shen Juan sent another message asking if she had dinner.
She still didn't reply.
The reminder "the other party is typing" on the chat box was displayed for a long time, and she waited nervously for a long time, but in the end he didn't send anything. It's just that when I went to bed at night, I smiled and said good night to her.
For the next few days, Zhao Yu spent all his time recording songs in the recording studio, watching the morning and evening greetings sent by Shen Junyi every day, his heart was like the surface of the sea that had never calmed down, with waves of different sizes rolled up every day.
She seemed to answer nothing wrong, and it was wrong whether she answered or not.
This kind of entanglement, struggle, and complexity made her feel as if she was trapped in the ups and downs of the sea every day. On the day when she met Shen Juanyi, she gathered it in the bottle.
The song has been recorded to the last part, and the only peace she can feel is sitting in the studio with headphones and singing every day. This song has a lot of harmony parts, and Zhao Yu sang the harmony melody with different voice lines all morning.
When it was almost noon, someone opened the door and came in.
She half-kicked her legs and sat on the recording bench, holding the earphones in one hand and holding the sheet music in the other. She didn't pay attention at first, but when she accidentally raised her eyes in the middle of singing, she saw Shen Juanyi appearing outside the recording room at some point, with a still in her hand. Holding a few cups of milk tea, he was looking at her with a smile.
Zhao Yu's eyes trembled, and the next sound stuck in his throat.
The music producer paused outside, picked up the microphone and said, "Xiao Yu, take a break."
She took off the earphones, and Shen Juan waved to her happily outside.
Zhao Yu took two deep breaths before finally opening the door and going out.
Shen Juanyi had already distributed the bought milk tea to the other staff present, and she had the last cup left in her hand. When she came out, she smiled and approached "yours."
His demeanor was so natural, as if the troubles that had troubled her all this time were illusions.
Zhao Yu glanced at him, took the milk tea slowly, and asked nonchalantly, "Why are you here?"
Shen Juan smiled and said, "Come to talk to Brother Yun about something."
He has been cooperating with Muyi's musician Chen Yun, Zhao Yu nodded, took two sips of milk tea, and suddenly didn't know what to say.
Shen Juanyi still had that eager look, "Shall we go have lunch together later?"
Zhao Yu subconsciously refused, "I don't have time, I want to record a song."
Shen Juan curled his lips, "Then we have to eat."
While talking, someone pushed the door in again, and the music assistant came over with a list, "Xiao Yu, the order of the album's playlist is out, take a look? I think "Not Me" should be put first First. Oh, Teacher Shen is here."
Shen Junyi greeted with a smile, but his eyes fell on the playlist.
At first, the eyes were full of smiles, but when I saw that the song I wrote was not in the entire playlist, it gradually filled with disappointment.
He turned to look at Zhao Yu.
Zhao Yu, holding the milk tea, turned his gaze away.
The ringtone of the mobile phone saved both parties at this moment, Shen Juanyi picked up the mobile phone, and heard the other end say "Junyi, I'm done with the meeting, you can come to the office to find me."
He smiled, "Okay, here we come."
From the corner of the eye, Zhao Yu was obviously relieved.
His lips tightened for a moment, and then he smiled again, still smiling like usual, "Then I'll go find Brother Yun first, and you can record the song!"
Zhao Yu nodded, "Okay."
The room finally became quiet again. After drinking the milk tea, Zhao Yu wiped the corners of his mouth and walked into the recording room. But the following time, the recording did not go smoothly.
No matter how she sang, she was in the wrong mood. In the end, the producer had to call a pause, "Xiao Yu, are you too tired? Today's condition is not good enough, let's continue tomorrow, go home and rest."
Zhao Yu pinched his throat which seemed to be blocked, and nodded weakly.
The sky did not know when it began to rain.
It's not big, it's drizzling, and it drenches the non-slip ground of the parking lot. Holding an umbrella, Zhao Yu walked slowly towards his parking space, until he reached the front of the car, only to see a person squatting on the steps next to the car door.
Seeing her coming, he grinned, brushed the rain off his head and stood up.
Zhao Yu's heartbeat stopped for a beat, and he was a little annoyed when he realized it, "What are you doing here? I don't know it's raining!"
Shen Juan smiled and said, "Waiting for you."
Seeing him drenched in the rain, she felt more emotional, and angrily pressed the key to lock the car, and when he got into the co-pilot, she threw the paper bag in the car on him.
The airtightness of the door is very good, and even the sound of rain is much quieter after closing.
Zhao Yu didn't turn on the ignition, and just held the steering wheel with both hands, and waited for him to clean up before saying, "How did you come here today?"
Shen Juanyi crumpled up the tissue for wiping water and stuffed it in his pocket, "Little Lion drove me here."
Zhao Yu looked at the foggy sky ahead, "What about the other person? Ask him to pick you up."
I didn't speak for a while.
Zhao Yu couldn't help turning his head away, meeting his straight eyes.
She quickly looked back, but it was too late, Shen Juanyi still maintained the same posture just now, but her voice was low and deep, "Don't you like the song I gave you?"
Zhao Yu subconsciously squeezed the steering wheel, and after a while he said, "It's okay."
Shen Junyi asked again, "Why didn't you put in the new album?"
Zhao Yu said, "It's not appropriate."
After asking and answering like this, I don't know whether I am asking about songs or something else.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, pattering and hitting the car. Shen Juan looked at her intently, and suddenly raised his hand and stretched it out. Zhao Yu suddenly dodged back and almost hit the car window.
Shen Juanyi paused with his hands in the air, and smiled helplessly, "You have a leaf on your head."
Zhao Yu was tense.
He sat back again, sighed very lightly, looked down at his hands, and asked her in a low voice after a long time, "Zhao Yu, am I not being obvious enough?"
Zhao Yu leaned against the car window and said nothing.
But he nodded, "Well, it should be because I didn't make it clear, it's my fault." He looked up at her, and said seriously, "I like you."
The huge wave in Zhao Yu's heart hit the rock with a bang.
The whole world fell silent.
The sound of rain, breathing, and the rustling of leaves falling in the wind all fade away in my ears.
Only the phrase "I love you" is left, circling in my mind over and over again.
Zhao Yu finally understood the reason for his struggle and even escape during this period of time.
Because I feel wronged.
Why do you want me to respond to you, not even a formal confession. Just using a song with an unknown meaning, it took her so long and so much effort to calm her heart, and set off a more monstrous wave than before. Why
If it was only her secret love all the time, she wouldn't feel wronged.
But once he was also tempted, all her patience, restraint, feelings, and those deep thoughts over the years, at the moment he confessed, all turned into deep sorrow and grievances and drowned her.
This is how love comes from.