Chapter 169 Zhou Yuan
A few more days passed.
In an independent practice room of Xinghe Academy, Su Qianqian and Qin Yuwei sat on the carpet, with several sheets of manuscript paper filled with notes and lyrics scattered in the middle.
Next to it stood a professional microphone and some simple recording equipment.
"Here, let's try to stabilize the breath a little more..."
Qin Yuwei sat cross-legged, tapping a measure on the music sheet and humming a tune:
"The moonlight flows through my hometown. This sentence should be a little floating, like real moonlight, understand?"
Su Qianqian nodded, took a deep breath, stood up, and sang softly into the microphone: "The moonlight flows through my hometown..."
Her voice was sweet and ethereal, like a clear spring in a mountain stream, flowing slowly.
"Yes, yes, yes! That's exactly the feeling!"
Qin Yuwei slapped her thigh excitedly, "Baby, your voice is a gift from God!"
"Say it again, and we'll take the next sentence."
This is an original demo that Qin Yuwei just completed. The melody is soothing and quiet, with a hint of sadness and healing.
The lyrics describe the tranquility and longing in the night.
The two practiced repeatedly and recorded several times.
Su Qianqian is very serious. If she occasionally makes a mistake in singing or her breath is unstable, she will smile embarrassedly and start over.
Qin Yuwei is a strict teacher, but she is more excited and encouraging.
"Perfect! Absolutely amazing!"
After listening to the last recorded demo, Qin Yuwei excitedly hugged Su Qianqian, "Qianqian, you sang even better than I expected. This ethereal feeling is absolutely amazing!"
Su Qianqian blushed slightly at her praise: "Really? I think there are some areas that can be better..."
"It's already great!" Qin Yuwei picked up her phone and shook it. "Qianqian, I want to post this song on Yinyuan. Is that okay?"
Yinyuan is a popular free music creation and sharing platform where many independent musicians publish their works.
"Ah? Post it?" Su Qianqian hesitated. "Am I singing okay? Will I..."
"Of course! You must!" Qin Yuwei put her arm around her shoulders.
"Believe me, it would be a waste if you don't make your voice heard by more people."
"Just think of it as helping me fulfill a wish. I want my songs to be sung by the right people and shared with everyone for them to enjoy."
Su Qianqian nodded and didn't take it to heart. After all, she wanted to be an actor and vocal music was just a minor.
"Okay then, but Weiwei, please don't reveal my information."
Qin Yuwei immediately started typing, muttering, "No problem, let's call the song "Moonlight"."
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It was a deep night, and in a quiet villa in the suburbs, everything was silent, with only the light on in the master bedroom on the second floor.
Zhou Yu'an was wearing dark grey pajamas, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, a half-burned cigarette between his fingers.
His brows were furrowed, and there was fatigue and irritation in his eyes, which was completely different from the noble and elegant image he always presented.
It's the third day in a row.
Those childhood memories that had long been sealed away would pop up from time to time to disturb him.
He was no longer the weak boy, and he was no longer afraid of anything. But whenever the autumn rain came, he just couldn't sleep.
This feeling of being out of control made him very uncomfortable.
He, Zhou Yu'an, is a recognized genius surgeon in the medical community. He has made his mark internationally at a young age and is also proficient in psychology.
He can calmly analyze the most complex cases and can also manage the family with ease.
But now, he had no way to meet his most basic physiological needs.
He didn't smoke, but just put out the cigarette with an expressionless face.
Then he walked over to the bedside table where the medicine bottle was.
He poured out two white tablets and swallowed them with cold water.
Under the effect of the drug, the heart seemed to beat slower, but the deep fatigue and mental clarity still stubbornly resisted.
He has developed resistance to these sedative drugs.
The normal dose has little effect, and increasing the dose will cause dizziness the next day, affecting his ability to hold the scalpel.
He rubbed his stinging temples, lay down on the bed, picked up the tablet, swiped it, and opened the Yinyuan APP.
He occasionally listens to some pure music here to help him sleep, but the effect is always mediocre.
The recommendation page automatically pushes some new works.
He glanced over, uninterested, when a push notification popped up: [Your friend "Weiwei is not Weiwei" has released a new work.]
Qin Yuwei?
Zhou Yu'an had some impression of her. She was the little girl from the Qin family who played music all day long. She was quite talented. The few pure music songs she released had some effect at other times.
But it’s late autumn now…
Zhou Yuan casually clicked on the push notification.
A soft and soothing prelude flows out, which is a simple piano chord.
Then, a female voice sounded softly.
Her voice was sweet, clean, and ethereal as she slowly sang lyrics about the moonlight and old windows.
There are not many singing techniques, and one can even hear some awkwardness in the voice, but the purity is inexplicably catchy.
Zhou Yu'an leaned against the head of the bed and closed his eyes.
This sound is a bit special.
The medicine seemed to be taking effect slowly, and coupled with the ethereal singing, the churning thoughts deep in my mind were gently soothed and gradually subsided.
He didn't recognize that it was Su Qianqian's voice.
First, his impression of her was that of an overly beautiful canary who was carefully pampered by Cheng Yu.
Secondly, there are some differences between singing and daily speaking, and when transmitted through recording equipment, it becomes even more difficult to distinguish.
As for the third one, it's a little flaw that no one has ever noticed: he is a little tone-deaf.
The song was set to a single loop, and the clear female voice sang it over and over again.
Zhou Yu'an slowly relaxed, lay down in the quilt, and his breathing gradually became longer.
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