Wen Yan took out her phone and opened a recording.
This is a humming, and the entire piece consists of only one "hmm" sound from beginning to end.
As soon as the slightly familiar humming sounded, Shen Jinghe immediately recognized it.
He immediately looked up at Wen Yan: "This is..."
"Shh!" Wen Yan interrupted Shen Jinghe before he could give his answer.
"Let's let Director Zhou listen carefully."
The recording is not very long, only about fifty seconds long.
But the clear voice and the warm yet sorrowful melody immediately touched Zhou Junye.
"It's beautiful and very touching. What song is this? Who hummed it? If we can get the copyright, I think it would be perfectly fine as an interlude in 'The Voice'."
"You were touched too, right?" Wen Yan suddenly lost her appetite for the skewers.
"I don't know what song it is or whether we can get the copyright. It's because it's hummed by Chai Zhaodi. When we first met her in the mountains, Teacher Shen and I discovered her because we heard her humming this song. That's why I say we have a connection."
"If I hadn't been moved by that piece of music in that instant, I definitely wouldn't have gone to find her. Later, while I was resting in the hospital, she hummed it again, and I was still touched when I heard it again, so I recorded it on my phone."
"For a mentally ill patient who is not in her right mind to be able to hum such a moving tune so steadily, I think this tune must have been of great significance to her."
"I always felt that she had a story behind her."
As Wen Yan spoke, she suddenly felt an inexplicable urge to cry.
"What's wrong?" Zhou Junye quickly handed Wen Yan a piece of paper when he saw this. "You usually seem so carefree and righteous, and you handle things so rationally today. I didn't expect you to be so emotional."
“Maybe,” Wen Yan said, her voice choked with emotion. “It’s just that being a woman is so hard. Because we’re born women, because we’re born with the ability to give birth, we’re constantly being schemed against and coveted. From infancy to middle age, every stage of our lives presents the possibility of being…”
"Sigh, why would anyone bully a mentally ill person like her and force her to have a child? Does she want sex? Does she want a child? Has anyone respected her wishes? I feel very sad and pathetic."
"Alright, let's not talk about it anymore. Let's eat quickly. We need to rest after we finish eating. Filming will wrap up tomorrow or the day after, and then I'll go to the police station to ask about the progress of their investigation."
"Okay, if you need anything after filming wraps up, you can still come to the set to find me."
Zhou Junye and Wen Yan clinked glasses.
Shen Jinghe couldn't help but glance at Wen Yan a few more times.
Did she have a particularly difficult life before being adopted by the Shen family?
That's strange, why is he interested in her past?
However, after Wen Yan left, Shen Jinghe still greeted Zhou Junye.
"If she ever comes to you about this again, you have to agree to anything. If you can't handle it, I will."
"Huh???" Zhou Junye exclaimed in surprise, "What? You've taken a liking to her?"
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Shen Jinghe said seriously. "I'm just stating the facts. We should help that poor woman if we can."
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On the third day, after filming the scene where she drinks pesticide to commit suicide, Wen Yan ended the life of the mute girl in the film and successfully wrapped up filming.
The production crew presented her with a bouquet of flowers and posted updates and photos of her on social media.
However, because the makeup and styling needed to be kept secret, Wen Yan's clothes in the photo were blurred out, and even her face was photoshopped with a mask on.
Her fans were not satisfied with not being able to see any beautiful photos of her, and they sent her private messages urging her to post more updates.
Wen Yan's recent photo album doesn't contain any selfies without makeup, so she simply posted the fifty-second recording of her humming.
'Nothing much to post, but I'll share a melody that really touched me.'
She quickly received comments.
Wow, that sounds so nice! Did the girl hum it herself?
"It really touched me. At first, it felt very warm, but as I listened, I suddenly felt like crying. Is this melody magical?"
Me too, why do I feel like crying? I think I saw a woman humming something and suddenly walking into a fog where she couldn't see the path.
'Wow, this girl is so talented! This melody doesn't seem to be from any other song on the market. Did you compose it yourself?'
Wen Yan's post received many comments, and she selected a few to clarify and reply to.
'It wasn't me singing, someone else sang it.'
No, I know absolutely nothing about songwriting.
"Yes, I also saw a woman, chained up. She once had a warm and beautiful past, but now she sees no way out."
After replying to these messages, Wen Yan put down her phone, because the taxi had already stopped in front of the police station.
Wen Yan went inside and found the two officers who had responded to the call last time, and asked them about the progress.
They said that a preliminary investigation had confirmed that Ni Sanshui and Chai Zhaodi did indeed register their marriage more than 30 years ago. Chai Zhaodi's identity information was also true; she was a local resident who had suffered from mental illness since her youth and had never traveled far from home.
When she was in her twenties, she got lost and wandered to Ni Sanshui's house. Later, Ni Sanshui asked around and found out about Chai Zhaodi's family background. With the consent of her brother and sister-in-law, he married her. There was no trafficking involved.
They told Wen Yan to stop being so suspicious.
However, when Wen Yan asked them about the Chai family's address, they said that the Chai family had moved away decades ago and they didn't know where they had moved to.
A mentally ill patient, a vanished maternal family—to Wen Yan, all of these were suspicious points.
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