Chapter 110 N-Interlude

Xing Yu instinctively resisted, but the atmosphere was just too good, and he quickly returned to normal, letting Chu Beiling point the camera at him.

Chu Beiling keenly sensed his resistance, and just then the song "Those Bygone Years" on the other side ended.

He promptly turned off his phone, put it back in his pocket, and smiled, "The magic time is over. It's a new day now."

Xing Yu paused for a moment, then grabbed him, pulled him into his arms, and placed a kiss on his lips: "Every day from now on will be like this."

Chu Beiling curled the corners of her lips into a smile.

Their lips met, and they shared a long, deep kiss.

When this song was released, it became an instant hit across the internet, and it still is today. It evokes memories and longings of passionate, somewhat immature teenagers talking about farewells, the future, and the youthful years spanning fifteen years depicted in movie trailers.

The second child firmly believed that as long as they wanted to, they would never be separated, never.

The best in the world.

Time flies, pushing people to grow up. Now they have shed their youthful naiveté, experienced clashes of values, and learned to reconcile with the past through the trials of reality.

I've come to realize that memories can be embellished, and only the first feeling in the moment is truly important.

Fortunately, his and Xing Yu's feelings remained unchanged, and they still had a long time ahead of them.

Let's walk side by side in the future.

The two left Zhalongkou and had dinner at a restaurant they used to frequent. They didn't get home until 8 p.m.

Xing Yu's habit has remained unchanged for many years. Whenever he is free at home, eight to nine o'clock is his fixed time to practice the piano, without fail.

The script for the second half of "Sword Song Beyond the Clouds" has already been sent by screenwriter Lin. Chu Beiling didn't follow them into the music room. Instead, she changed into her home clothes and planned to read the script.

Xing Yu invited him inside, saying that it had always been the same.

Chu Beiling hesitated for a moment before following him into the music room.

Xing Yu's small music room is not large, only half a room, and contains a piano and a cello. The simple music room is fully equipped and has been arranged into a small performance room with recording function.

Chu Beiling curiously touched the wall covered with light wood-colored sound-absorbing panels: "You have a need for recording at home?"

He turned around.

"The sound-absorbing panels can reduce noise and increase sound quality and clarity. Occasionally, they are also used to record reference demos for movies," Xing Yu explained from behind.

Chu Beiling nodded.

He used to know nothing about music and was tone-deaf. At most, he could tell what a piece of music was. After being exposed to Xing Yu for several years during his youth, he was barely at the level of a three-year-old kindergarten child.

"If it weren't for the off-key sound, I would still be happy to hear others play," Chu Beiling said with a smile.

Xing Yu raised an eyebrow: "I don't think I caused you PTSD."

“Of course it wasn’t you,” Chu Beiling said. “It was a little boy next door in Singapore who played the saxophone. His voice was so powerful that you could hear it from a hundred meters away. Just thinking about it now gives me goosebumps.”

Xing Yu chuckled softly: "That's how it started."

Chu Beiling's memory of that period was already blurry; he only remembered that when the little boy was stumbling and playing the flute, he would spill paint in the room and smash the easel.

The little boy is being born, and he is ending.

Xing Yu called out to him, and Chu Beiling came back to his senses.

He smiled and continued, "Yes, that kid practiced for almost three years before he even got a decent feel for it. He was already very strong before I came back."

"Like painting, playing musical instruments requires long, tedious, and boring practice day after day to achieve the desired effect."

“They all learn without saying a word,” Chu Beiling laughed.

Xing Yu glanced at him but didn't respond for the time being. He walked around the temperature and humidity control cabinet where the cello was placed and sat down by the piano. "You choose a piece, and I'll play it for you."

Chu Beiling: "You can do everything, including playing the piano?"

Xing Yu: "As long as there's a plan, that's fine."

Chu Beiling thought for a moment and then said "Moonlight Sonata".

Xing Yu paused for a moment, then looked for the sheet music on the piano lid, placed it on the music stand, and patted the steel stool, gesturing for Chu Beiling to sit down.

He smiled and went over to sit down next to Xing Yu.

Xing Yu searched for the notes, his long, strong fingers dancing across the piano keys.

Chu Beiling didn't interrupt. After finishing the piece, he said, "Why is your 'Moonlight Sonata' different from mine?"

Xing Yu chuckled, changed the first movement, and glanced at him briefly: "Is it right now?"

Chu Beiling: "Yes."

Xing Yu continued playing until the end. He got up and changed to the warm and healing score of "With You". The "Moonlight Sonata" was too sad and too depressing, so he had just used a little trick to change it to the more turbulent and unyielding third movement.

As expected, Chu Beiling preferred the first movement, both unexpected and anticipated.

—But he used to prefer more cheerful and healing music.

Chu Beiling leaned against Xing Yu's right side, closed her eyes, tilted her head back and rested her head on his shoulder, quietly listening to him play "With You".

After it was over, Xing Yu didn't move, looking down at the person on his shoulder: "Fanfan."

Chu Beiling gave a muffled "hmm".

Xing Yu asked, "Would you like to learn a musical instrument?"

Chu Beiling suddenly opened her eyes, stood up and looked at him: "Shall I go learn a musical instrument now?"

Xing Yu nodded: "Yes, choose something you're interested in and explore it again."

His expression was not joking at all; he was very serious.

Chu Beiling hesitated for a moment, then lowered her eyes and said, "Is it too late for me to learn now? Shouldn't musical instruments be learned from a young age?"

Xing Yu said, "Aside from the time factor, adults have higher comprehension, concentration, and cooperation than children, so they will only learn faster."

Chu Beiling looked at Xing Yu without saying anything. He had never thought about it before, but Xing Yu's mention of it aroused his interest and impulse to try it out.

Xing Yu pinched the soft flesh of his neck and said gently, "Don't think too much, and don't think about what heights you can reach. Just enjoy the music. You can do it." He smiled and said, "If you're in a bad mood, watch who's arguing. You can even do what that girl did this afternoon and sing them 'Those Bygone Years'."

Thinking of what happened that afternoon, the two of them burst out laughing.

Chu Beiling said half-jokingly, "Is there any musical instrument that I can learn immediately and show off my skills on?"

Xing Yu nodded: "Yes."

Chu Beiling's eyes lit up, and she asked curiously, "There really is one? What is it!"

Xing Yu said, word by word, "Don't give up. You can learn it right away. I guarantee you'll learn it."

Chu Beiling laughed so hard she could barely sit up. She braced herself on his thighs, rested her forehead on his shoulder, her back trembling. Her stomach ached from laughing, and she was so angry that she pinched Xing Yu's waist hard: "You just know how to make fun of me."

Xing Yu skillfully dodged the question, saying, "I told you what you asked."

Chu Beiling beckoned with his finger: "Come here and let me vent my anger."

Xing Yu shook his head: "No."

Chu Beiling tried to grab him, but he skillfully dodged her.

The two of them playfully wrestled on the chairs, like an eagle catching a chick, one trying to catch the other and the other dodging.

Chu Beiling nearly fell off the piano bench, but Xing Yu caught her and helped her sit up in a chair.

He was still angry, so he pinched Xing Yu's waist to vent his anger.

Xing Yu grabbed his misbehaving hand and held it in his palm: "Stop fooling around."

With both hands held captive and unable to move, Chu Beiling leaned over and bit his cheek, finally satisfied.

He raised his chin and looked at him with a grin.

Xing Yu chuckled helplessly, freeing his hand to pinch Chu Beiling's chin, making a note in his little notebook, deciding not to punish him for the time being.

"Do you want to learn a musical instrument?" he asked again.

Chu Beiling asked, "Piano, cello, violin, can you give me some suggestions?"

Xing Yu: "Which one do you like?"

Chu Beiling himself wasn't quite sure; he didn't have a particular preference for musical instruments.

suddenly--

He thought back to New Year's Eve at the nursing home, when Xing Yu and another volunteer played a duet, and Chu Beiling said, "Let's play the piano, so I can play with you."

Xing Yu laughed: "Violins and cellos are a perfect match, and they're also easy to carry around."

Chu Beiling: "If you're just starting to learn the violin and you don't play well, it'll sound worse than fluffing cotton, right? Can you handle that?"

“It’s okay, the music room is soundproof,” Xing Yu said. “If I lock you here, you won’t hear anything. No matter how loudly you cry, I won’t hear a thing.”

Chu Beiling pressed down on the teeth marks she had just left: "Xing Yu, you're not serious."

"You keep turning the tables on me, but I told you I'd cry while practicing the piano." Xing Yu lowered his eyes and asked with a smile, "What are you thinking?!"

"Do adults cry while practicing piano?"

"She would cry, cry with tears streaming down her face, like little pearls falling in a patter, looking as pitiful as could be, soaked to the bone as if she had been pulled out of the water."

Chu Beiling was certain that Xing Yu's mind was full of lewd thoughts, but he had no evidence.

He couldn't help but roll his eyes, too lazy to pay him any attention.

After that, Xing Yu switched to his familiar cello, while Chu Beiling, holding his computer, used the piano as a desk and began reading the script.

That's how it was decided that he would learn a musical instrument. Xing Yu's piano skills were only at an amateur level, so he couldn't teach. They recommended a suitable piano teacher for him, and he could arrange his own time to go whenever he had free time.

Making animation and making games are similar, one is busier than the other. After spending a weekend without any shame or burden, Chu Beiling plunged back into the busy project cycle.

After importing the basic animation into the engine, several actions had bugs that needed to be fixed. After communicating with the technical team, Chu Beiling sent a message directly to Xing Yu.

As he stepped into the office, the office chair spun around, and Xing Yu smiled at him, saying, "President Chu, you're very busy."

Chu Beiling quickly ran to Xing Yu's side and chuckled, "Why are you here?"

Xing Yu: "I happened to be discussing business nearby, so I came over on the way. Let's have lunch together."

“Okay~” Chu Beiling reached out and took the trench coat from the hanger.

The moment he turned around, Xing Yu leaned in and planted a kiss on his lips before quickly pulling away, creating some distance between them.

Chu Beiling paused for a moment, then smiled and beckoned him to come closer.

Xing Yu didn't move.

Chu Beiling gazed at him for a moment, then pulled him close and kissed him again.

At this moment, Zhu Qing'an came over to report on the progress of fixing the basic animation bug: "I've already arranged a time with Chu Meng, two days from now, you or I..."

He stopped talking when he saw the two of them, partly out of fear, and partly because he knew he didn't need to go; Chu Beiling would go.

Coming back to her senses, Zhu Qing'an's gossip-loving spirit was reignited. She wanted to ask him what he had missed. How could they have fallen so deeply in love after only two days apart?

What's even more frightening is that Chu Beiling actually has such an unrestrained, lively, and mischievous side. He thought this damned Ice Prince didn't know how to laugh or how to make a fuss.

All day long, he just has a cold face.

I only know some of the most despicable and underhanded ideas and schemes imaginable.

Xing Yu released Chu Beiling in time.

Upon seeing the person, he remembered that Zhu Qing'an's crazy behavior had caused Xing Yu to misunderstand. Chu Beiling smiled and was about to teach Zhu Qing'an a lesson, but before he could even speak, the person had already made a quick getaway.

"..."

He planned to wait and deal with Zhu Qing'an later.

Xing Yu leaned closer and put her arm around his waist: "He calls you husband."

Chu Beiling looked up and said with a smile, "If you mind, you can call me that too. Call me that a few more times, I love to hear it."

Someone glanced at him but didn't say anything.

If Xing Yu wouldn't call her that, then he would call her that himself. Chu Beiling directly called out, "Wife~~"

Xing Yu released him and strode out.

Chu Beiling found a new source of amusement. Ignoring the curious glances from passing employees, he quickened his pace and stuck to the person like a piece of chewing gum.

His voice was filled with a bright laugh as he said, one sentence after another: "Wife, why are you walking so fast? Wait for me, wife."

He used to enjoy provoking Xing Yu, enjoying pulling the tiger's hair out of its head. It was incredibly satisfying to see a seemingly cold but actually ruthless person like Xing Yu break down his defenses.

Forced melons not only quench thirst but are also exceptionally sweet.

Especially seeing that awkward and helpless expression on the other person's face—tsk, so satisfying.

The elevator doors opened, and Xing Yu stepped in first, followed by Chu Beiling. Just as the doors closed, Chu Beiling leaned in close to him and asked with a smile, "What's wrong, wife? Don't you like this nickname?"

Chu Beiling became even more aggressive and refused to give up.

Xing Yu finally couldn't hold back any longer. Looking at his chattering little mouth, he leaned over and bit it, nibbling and rubbing it hard with a hint of punishment.

Only when Chu Beiling let out a muffled groan of pain, his body went limp, and he could barely stand, did the merciful man release him.

Xing Yu's breathing was still relatively steady, his voice hoarse, carrying a hint of nonchalant danger: "Who are you calling 'wife'?"

He lightly brushed his fingertip against Chu Beiling's slightly swollen lower lip: "Mrs. Xing."

Chu Beiling, using his arm for support, her eyes shimmering with tears, defiantly met his gaze, smiling brightly: "I'm talking to you, otherwise, is there anyone else here? Wife~~~"

Xing Yu pinched his chin again, leaned down and bit his lips lightly, deliberately leaving a tooth mark: "Mrs. Xing, you really need to be taught a lesson."

The elevator arrived at the first floor, and the doors slowly opened.

They're both very sharp-tongued; neither of them will back down.

Chu Beiling had no choice but to provoke him. He turned around and walked backwards in front of Xing Yu, focusing all his attention on the man in the suit who had just "attacked" him.

"How are you going to deal with me? How does your wife, Xing, plan to deal with me?" Chu Beiling provoked recklessly, completely ignoring the road behind him.

"Mrs. Xing—"

Xing Yu's voice stopped abruptly, and his playful and nonchalant gaze vanished instantly, replaced by a calm and composed demeanor.

He nodded slightly and politely greeted her, "Aunt Li."

The smile froze on Chu Beiling's face. She turned around and met Li Shuying's cold and displeased gaze.