Kiss again
When the soundproof door of the recording studio closed, the line outside was instantly cut off.
I tested the sound into the microphone. "Nervous?" His voice came from the console with a hint of smile. I looked up and met his gaze again.
I deliberately said into the microphone: "With Brother Yin here, why should I be nervous?"
There is absolutely no falsehood in this statement.
From the moment I decided to write "Promise", Zhao Yin has been involved a lot. When I was writing the melody in the living room, he would hand me peeled fruit pieces. When I was stuck on the lyrics, he would sit next to me and look through the script. He even found the recording studio, saying that the equipment there was most suitable for my voice, and he asked his assistant to debug it three days in advance.
As the prelude slowly sounded, I closed my eyes and called out to the piano, very softly. In the hospital, his eyes were covered with bloodshot but never left my sight. There was also the evening breeze blowing from the top floor of the Guangzhou Tower, and his hand with body temperature in my pocket.
"The wind blows through the old alley, you hold my hand and walk me through the future..." When I sang the first sentence, I opened my eyes and saw Zhao Yin looking at me, but I couldn't help but secretly wonder in my heart whether he would hear what was hidden in the lyrics, which was all about us.
When the pitch of the chorus rose, I took a slight breath, and the moment the last note fell, the recording studio was silent for two seconds.
Then Zhao Yin's voice was heard: "Say it again? The last part can be softer."
I nodded and caught my breath.
When I sang "Walk slowly on the road of the rest of my life..." for the second time, I caught a glimpse of him standing up and walking towards me quietly.
He didn't say anything, just stood behind me.
His fingers were longer than mine, and he gently held my hand. His voice was so low it was like a whisper in my ear: "Don't panic, just follow the rhythm."
I spoke again.
This time the voice was steadier than before, and all the unspoken emotions were incorporated into the lyrics.
After he sang the last line, before I could react, his chin rested lightly on my shoulder.
"Very good, better than I thought."
I turned around and bumped into his arms.
The lights in the recording studio were dim, and before I could say anything, his kiss came down on me, tenderly.
I put my arms around his neck and stood on tiptoe to kiss him back.
His hands moved up my waist and he kissed me a little deeper than before.
The microphone was still standing next to me, and I could vaguely hear the subtle sounds of the equipment running, but I didn't care about anything else.
(The microphone is off.)
When we separated, there was a hint of smile in his eyes: "Record it again? I think you were a little distracted just now."
My face flushed and I patted his arm: "It's all because of you."
He chuckled and rubbed my head: "My fault, then I'll go back and sit down and not disturb you."
The third take went very smoothly, and at the end even the sound engineer couldn't help but praise him: "Teacher Wenxi was in fantastic form this time, with so much emotion."
I thanked him with a smile, and turned around to see Zhao Yin holding a cell phone with the video of me singing just now on the screen.
"Why are you recording this?" I walked over and asked.
"Keep it," he put the phone in his pocket, his eyes serious, "Look at it when you miss you later."
My heartbeat started to speed up again, and I reached out and pinched his waist: "Zhao Yin, you are getting better and better at saying sweet words."
He didn't argue, but just reached out and held my hand. "Go home? Auntie should have finished stewing the soup."
As soon as we walked out of the recording studio, we saw a person standing not far away. It was Shen Jiayan.
He is also in the circle and debuted at the same time as me. We don’t have much interaction in normal times, but we have collided with each other in recent competition for resources, so we are considered to be tacit rivals.
Shen Jiayan obviously didn't expect to run into us. He was stunned for a moment before walking over with a formal smile on his face: "Wenxi, Teacher Zhao Yin, what a coincidence?"
I nodded without saying anything more. Zhao Yin held my hand tightly and said calmly, "Come to record a song?"
"Yeah," Shen Jiayan glanced at our clasped hands and said with a smile, "I just heard that Teacher Wenxi is recording a new song. I didn't expect it to be finished so soon. I wonder what kind of song it is? When will it be released? I'm quite looking forward to it."
This sounded polite, but it also carried a hint of inquiry.
I smiled and said, "It's just a ballad. The release date hasn't been decided yet. If Teacher Shen is interested, I'll let you know when it's released."
Shen Jiayan raised an eyebrow, but didn't ask any further questions. Instead, he looked at Zhao Yin: "Teacher Zhao Yin, have you been reading new scripts recently? I heard that a famous director has contacted you about a script. I wonder if it's true?"
Zhao Yin said "hmm" lightly: "Still watching."
"That's quite a coincidence," Shen Jiayan smiled, "I also received an invitation for that book. I was originally planning to ask Teacher Zhao Yin for advice, but now it seems I have to compete."
The provocation in these words is obvious.
I subconsciously wanted to speak, but Zhao Yin held my hand.
He looked at Shen Jiayan, his tone flat: "Fair competition is fine."
The smile on Shen Jiayan's face froze for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure. "Of course. I won't disturb you anymore. I'll go in and record the song first."
After Shen Jiayan left, I couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with him? Did he come here on purpose to cause trouble?"
Zhao Yin ruffled my hair and said in a relaxed tone, "Don't pay attention to him. Competition for resources is normal. It depends on your strength."
"But what he said just now was obviously intentional," I said unconvinced. "And don't you like that notebook very much?"
"Even if I like you, it depends on fate." He took my hand and walked towards the parking lot, slowing down his pace. "Besides, even if I don't get it in the end, it's okay. I care about you more than my work."
My heart warmed, and I reached out and hugged his arm: "Zhao Yin, you are so kind."
He looked down at me, the corners of his mouth curved up: "I'm glad you know. Don't get angry about this kind of thing in the future, it's not worth it."
We got in the car, and as Zhao Yin started the car, I suddenly remembered something: "By the way, do you really like the book that Shen Jiayan mentioned just now?"
"It's okay," he turned and looked at me, "but compared to that, I'd rather film with you."
I was stunned for a moment: "Filming together?"
"Yeah," he nodded, his tone serious, "Didn't a screenwriter approach us a while ago, saying he wanted to write a script with two male protagonists? I read the outline, it's pretty good. If you're willing, we can take it together."
My eyes lit up. "Really? What kind?"
"It's a campus drama about two teenagers redeeming each other," he said as he drove. "I think it's suitable for us. But it's up to you. If you don't want to take it, then we won't take it."
"I want to take it!" I said immediately. "It must be fun to film a campus drama with you."
He chuckled and reached out to ruffle my hair. "Okay. Then I'll tell the screenwriter to send me a detailed outline."
After driving for a while, I suddenly remembered the lyrics of "Promise" and couldn't help humming it.
Zhao Yin turned his head to look at me, then began to hum softly.
"Oh, right," I suddenly said, "I haven't shown you the full lyrics of 'Promise' yet. Can I read it to you when we get home?"
"Okay," he nodded, his eyes gentle, "I want to hear you sing too."
"No problem," I said with a smile, "but you have to accompany me."
"Sure," he agreed readily. "What accompaniment do you want me to use? Piano? Guitar?"
"Piano," I thought, "you look best when you play the piano."
He chuckled and reached out to pinch my face: "You are the only one who can talk."
I leaned back in my chair, looking at his profile as he concentrated on driving, my heart filled with warmth.
The slight unpleasantness that Shen Jiayan had just brought had long been thrown out of the window.
Whether it’s competition for resources or other troubles, it seems there’s nothing to be afraid of.
When I got home, my aunt had indeed prepared the soup, which was my favorite corn and pork ribs soup.
Zhao Yin went to wash his hands first. I sat at the dining table, looking at the soup on the table, and suddenly remembered the kiss in the recording studio...
"What are you thinking about?" Zhao Yin came over, sat opposite me, and served me a bowl of soup.
"Nothing," I took the soup, took a sip, and covered it up, "I just think Auntie's soup is really delicious."
He smiled and didn't expose me. He just picked up a piece of pork ribs for me and said, "Eat more to replenish your body."
After dinner, we sat on the sofa in the living room. I took the tablet, opened the lyrics document of "Promise" and read it to Zhao Yin.
He leaned back on the couch and I sat next to him, resting my head on his shoulder.
"'I still remember that year when you said you would stay with me forever. The wind blew gently past my ears, and the promise was engraved in the years'..." When I read this sentence, I felt Zhao Yin's shoulders move. I lowered my head and saw him looking at me. His eyes were so gentle that they could drown people.
"Do you like this sentence?" I asked.
"Well," he nodded and reached out to shake my hand, "I'll do what I say."
My heart softened, I put down the tablet, turned around and sat on his lap, and put my arms around his neck: "Zhao Yin, do you think we will be together forever?"
He put his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him, resting his chin on my forehead, and said seriously, "Yes, unless you don't want me anymore."
"I won't," I said quickly, reaching out to pinch his face, "You're so nice, how could I not want you."
He chuckled and kissed my forehead, then the tip of my nose, and finally my lips.
This kiss was more gentle than in the recording studio. I closed my eyes, put my arms around his neck, and slowly responded to him.
When we separated, his fingertips gently brushed the corner of my mouth, his eyes serious: "Xiao Xi, no matter what happens in the future, I will be with you, just like what is written in the lyrics, let's walk the rest of our lives together slowly."
I nodded vigorously and leaned in his arms, my heart filled with happiness. I knew that there might be rivals like Shen Jiayan in the future, and there would be all kinds of troubles.
Because we have agreed to walk through all spring, summer, autumn and winter together, see all the scenery together, and make the rest of our lives the sweetest together.
"Venxi, choose one. Like or love?"
I smiled and kissed his lips again, "Both."
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