Chapter 33

After all, Su Mu is a popular singer. Except for Yin Mu and Zhong Mengyuan, everyone present must have heard his songs more or less. They can also hear that Jiang Nanyu is indeed deliberately imitating Su Mu's pronunciation and intonation, but they are impossible to say it out loud. After all, Jiang Nanyu has not offended them, and there is no need to embarrass him.

Only Zheng Wei, who was drunk and had no scruples, pointed it out mercilessly.

Jiang Nanyu's face turned pale and blue, and Yin Mu guessed that he had already cursed out loud in his heart.

[Hiss, so embarrassing, so embarrassing.]

[I was so embarrassed that I tapped my toes.]

Why would Jiangnan Rain bother itself?

Zheng Wei is too outspoken. This is too much.

Zheng Wei wasn't wrong, was she? If Jiang Nanyu wants to ride on Su Mu's popularity, then don't be afraid to speak up.

…

Zhou Jingyu broke the silence. She smiled and said, "I still remember the song you sang in the preliminary round. You wrote that song yourself, right? Can you sing it again?"

Her words saved Jiang Nanyu from a dangerous situation. He immediately agreed, "Of course, but that song was a practice song I wrote when I was a student. It's not mature yet."

Zhou Jingyu smiled and said, "But I really like that song."

Jiang Nanyu was instantly coaxed into submission, not caring about Zheng Wei anymore. She said, "Okay, I'll sing for you then."

Yin Mu was secretly impressed by Jiang Nanyu's love-brained personality and the fact that she could compete with Zheng Wei. Zhong Mengyuan poked her waist. She turned around and saw Zhong Mengyuan giving her a knowing smile, as if he was thinking the same thing as her.

This song obviously means something special to Jiang Nanyu. He sang it with great devotion, occasionally looking up at Zhou Jingyu, unable to conceal his affection.

After he finished singing a song, he smiled at Zhou Jingyu and said, "It seems my mood has changed. I can't find the same feeling as before."

Zhou Jingyu shook her head: "No, it's fine."

Zheng Wei, her face in her hands, was almost drowsy from listening. When he finished singing, she suddenly asked, "When we were playing games on the first day we arrived, didn't Chen Qinglin also say he could play the guitar?"

Yin Mu thought about it and realized that this was indeed the case, so he looked at Chen Qinglin.

Chen Qinglin had just raised his beer to his lips when he met the gazes of everyone staring at him. He put down the beer and refused calmly, "I won't do such a thing as showing off my skills in front of an expert."

Zheng Wei disagreed: "How can you be considered a show-off? We're just having fun, just playing around."

Zhong Mengyuan asked curiously, "Can Chen Qinglin also play the guitar?"

Chen Qinglin was a little helpless and said, "I really only know a little bit."

"It's okay to play it. It's not a formal competition. No one will laugh at you if you don't play well."

Chen Qinglin was still looking for excuses to refuse: "I didn't bring my own guitar."

"Then you can borrow Jiang Nanyu's." Zheng Wei said, looking at Jiang Nanyu, "Jiang Nanyu, you wouldn't mind lending your guitar to Jiang Nanyu, right?"

Zhou Jingyu said softly, "They don't like to lend their instruments to others, so let's not make it difficult for Nanyu."

It was true that she was speaking in favor of Jiang Nanyu, but it did not sound the same to Jiang Nanyu. If he did not agree, it would make him seem stingy.

Jiang Nanyu gritted her teeth and said in a generous manner, "It's okay, you can borrow this guitar. But if it's my favorite one, then you can't borrow it."

He said this, on the one hand, to find a way out for himself and not let others misunderstand that he just wanted to be in the spotlight, on the other hand, he had to admit that he really wanted to hear what Chen Qinglin's level was.

Seeing this, Chen Qinglin had no choice but to agree to their proposal: "I don't play well, please bear with me."

[Love of face is a deadly thing. Jiang Nanyu obviously doesn't want to do that.]

[Of course, Jiang Nanyu is afraid that Chen Qinglin can play the piano better than him.]

【This tone-deaf person says that being able to play the instrument is impressive.】

【Suddenly I realized that the four boys were divided into two groups. 】

[Really? A sports student and an art student.]

…

Jiang Nanyu stood up to make room for Chen Qinglin. When he came up to her, she handed him the guitar and half-seriously admonished him, "Take good care of my guitar."

Chen Qinglin smiled faintly: "Don't worry."

Yin Mu cheered up, rested his elbows on his thighs, and looked at Chen Qinglin seriously.

Chen Qinglin sat down on a chair, holding his guitar and pondering for a moment, then said, "I'm not a singer by profession, so my singing skills can't compare to Jiang Nanyu's. I don't usually listen to pop songs, so I'll just sing an old song. Everyone, please bear with me. I might forget some of the lyrics, so please forgive me."

Zhang Yang grew impatient and urged loudly, "Don't worry, as long as you don't cause any mental pollution, we promise not to pick on you. Just start singing, or it will be dawn soon."

Everyone laughed.

Chen Qinglin also lowered his head and smiled, saying, "Okay, then I'll start."

His slender fingers landed on the guitar strings and plucked the first note. Perhaps because he'd been playing for so long, or perhaps because he simply didn't want to perform in front of his audience, he kept his head down and didn't even look up when he started singing.

When he finished singing the first sentence, Zheng Wei exclaimed "Ah".

Yin Mu asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

Zheng Wei leaned close to her ear and whispered, "It's indeed a very, very old song. My mother really likes this singer and plays it at home every day."

Yin Mu nodded and said, "But it sounds nice."

Zheng Wei covered her mouth and laughed: "Because it's sung by Chen Qinglin, it sounds better, right?"

Yin Mu glared at her and said, "Stop talking nonsense and listen to her singing."

"Okay, okay, I won't disturb you." Zheng Wei leaned against her and murmured, "Mumu, I'm so sleepy, let me lean on you for a while."

"Don't fall asleep, or you might catch a cold."

Zheng Wei responded vaguely: "Hmm..."

Chen Qinglin's voice when singing is different from when he speaks normally. It is a little hoarse, but the texture of his voice is not rough. Instead, it has a different flavor.

Yin Mu listened intently, staring at him without blinking.

[Ah, Zheng Wei and Yin Mu are being affectionate again, so cute.]

[Chen Qinglin's singing is very nice, not inferior to Jiangnan Yu.]

[I forgot the lyrics, I got stuck several times hhhh. 】

Chen Qinglin's singing style is very old-fashioned, much like those singers of his uncle's generation.

[Yin Mu was listening very attentively, and I was hooked again.]

…

After Chen Qinglin finished singing a song, he finally looked up and nodded, "Excuse me for the performance."

Zheng Wei immediately straightened up and clapped enthusiastically, "Great! Another one!"

Chen Qinglin shook his head helplessly and stood up: "Jiangnan Yu, I'll return the guitar to you. Go ahead and continue singing."

Jiang Nanyu asked symbolically, "Another song?"

"Never mind. I can't remember the other songs very well."

"Okay then." Jiang Nanyu sat down and asked them, "Do you have any other songs you want to hear? As long as I can sing them, you can order them."

So, the following time naturally became Jiang Nanyu's small solo concert. At everyone's request, he sang several songs in a row.

Yin Mu felt his throat was dry just by watching him, and he drank two more cans of beer unconsciously. His head became more and more dizzy. He leaned back in the chair and listened to the song, feeling so drowsy that he almost fell asleep.

Half asleep, half awake, someone gently nudged her shoulder. She thought it was Zhong Mengyuan trying to wake her up, so she raised her hand to block it and said, "I know, I'm not asleep."

The voice was vague, like talking in a dream, and not convincing at all.

The man didn't call her again. The next second, she felt her arm warm, as if a coat was covering her body, blocking out the cool breeze.

She curled up again, and this time she really fell asleep.

She didn't know how long it had been before someone called her again. This time it was clearly Zhong Mengyuan's voice: "Rabbit, wake up, go back to your room and sleep."

Yin Mu opened his eyes hard, looked at Zhong Mengyuan's face clearly, and asked, "What time is it?"

"It's past ten o'clock, time to go back to bed."

"Oh." Yin Mu raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, and her coat slipped off with her movement.

Zhong Mengyuan quickly grabbed the coat and prevented it from falling to the ground: "Whose coat is it? I'll help you return it."

Yin Mu was stunned: "Didn't you build it for me?"

Zhong Mengyuan was even more confused than her: "No, Zheng Wei and I went to the bathroom, and when we came back we saw you were already asleep, covered with your coat."

"Ah, is that so?"

"Never mind him, just take it back first and ask later."

Yin Mu responded and stood up. He saw that everyone was cleaning up the mess. He felt very sorry and hurried over with Zhong Mengyuan to help.

After everyone had packed up everything, they returned to the villa and prepared to go back to their rooms to rest.

Yin Mu was still holding the coat she was covering herself with. It looked like a men's coat. She had a hunch that it belonged to Chen Qinglin, but she wasn't sure. She was just hesitating whether to ask him directly when Chen Qinglin came up to her and pointed at the coat in her arms: "Just give it to me."

"You built it for me?"

"Yeah." Chen Qinglin nodded. "I saw you were sleeping with your arms folded, and I thought you might be a little cold, so I covered you with the coat I brought with me."

"So that's how it is." Yin Mu smiled faintly and returned the coat to him. "Thank you, it's a great help."

"It's just a small matter, you're welcome." Chen Qinglin asked, "Have you drunk too much?"

Yin Mu waved his hand: "Not really. Don't look at me like this. I can drink beer. I just feel sleepy easily. I will recover after a while of sleep."

"Really?" Chen Qinglin praised seriously, "It sounds impressive."

"It's okay." Yin Mu smiled embarrassedly. He was speechless for a moment and wanted to make the best use of the time to retreat. "Well... if there's nothing else, I'll go upstairs and sleep first?"

"Okay, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow, and you should get some rest early." Yin Mu said good night to him, took two steps, stopped, and turned around. "By the way, I forgot to tell you that the song you sang was very nice."

Chen Qinglin smiled and said, "Thank you. That was my mother's favorite song when she was alive."