My wife is in my arms

Chapter 50 Opening the Voice
In the Chinese music scene.

There are always some songs that are like diamonds but whose brilliance is covered by sand. The song sung by Zhang You is just like the lyrics at the beginning. The name of the song is "One Day the Song Will Get Old".

This is a song he likes very much.

The lyrics and music are extremely simple, but they contain the courage to cheer people up again when they are in a low period, as well as the deepest love.

"I love you, baby, and I'm proud of you..."

Made some slight changes.

Zhang You smiled and reached out to pinch Xiao Zishan's rosy little mouth, which was opened into an "O" shape, and continued to sing, "I cry for you, and I am proud of you..."

Jiang Yiren, standing in the living room, felt the coolness rushing straight to her head.

This is the high note.

There was not a single crack in the voice. When the high notes rose and fell, the voice was still delicate and expressive, so round that there was not a single flaw. Looking at the little girl's blinking eyes, Zhang You sang while reaching out to hold her in his arms. The little girl listened to her father's singing without resistance, and seemed a little confused.

"I hope you will remember me as your wandering child. I will miss you no matter where I am or when..."

Jiang Yiren's cold eyes widened.

Her body remained in a standing position without moving.

After her husband finished singing, Jiang Yiren seemed to come to her senses. She walked into the study with weak knees.

When her husband seemed to have just realized her presence, Jiang Yiren stretched out her trembling hands and picked up the mobile phone she had placed there a long time ago from the desk. Seeing that her husband was still looking up at her, Jiang Yiren said, "Sing, sing... sing... sing well."

"Snapped"

The phone dropped.

Jiang Yiren stretched out her still slightly trembling hand and picked it up.

"Really...really good...very good."

Jiang Yiren couldn't utter a complete sentence at this moment.

It was just one song, but as a professional singer, she knew the singer's level.

His voice is rich and textured, with a wide range of tones. He can move easily between true and false tones. His breath control is as steady as an old dog in the high notes, and you can't hear even the slightest sound of breathing. His use of resonance is even more extreme. In the second sentence, the resonance of the chest and nasal cavity gives her husband's voice a unique metallic texture.

This voice... Jiang Yiren had never seen or heard it before.

"Don't expect me to make money by singing, it's impossible"

Zhang You, who had been looking up at Jiang Yiren who suddenly appeared in the study, suddenly spoke.

Jiang Yiren, who had finally managed to endure her weak knees and walk out of the study, paused, and then... she turned around, and without any warning, she raised her hand and slapped Zhang You hard on the back.

She was hit so hard that her palms hurt.

"Son of a bitch"

He blurted out such a curse.

Jiang Yiren left the study room directly. She didn't know why, even though she had been abused by her husband for so many years, she only felt that she was not good at judging people but had never felt sad. But at this moment, she actually felt so sad.

The singing level is so high.

But she raised him for ten years.

He gambled away all his wife's savings over the years, was laughed at by people in the circle, sold his house and car, and owed tens of millions in foreign debt, yet he still had the nerve to continue.

"I'll ask Han Hui to arrange a job for you."

Jiang Yiren said angrily.

"Give it a try. As long as you're willing to pay the penalty, I don't mind."

Even though Zhang You was very clear about Jiang Yiren's current situation and knew that she was having a hard time, he still couldn't go out to work. The security guard had been idle for ten years, and he just came... and in less than half a month, he ran off to work. It would be better for him to die suddenly again.

“Forty million…”

"Zhang Yi is not anxious, why are you anxious? I have already reserved the next song for you by Zong Sheng. This one is for you too. Sing well and the 40 million will be paid back soon. Also, you hit me just now, and now you are getting bolder. You haven't had a good life for a few days, but you have started to forget what your life was like before." Zhang You said, "Forget about tonight. If you do it again, I will take a picture of my fist and hang it at the end of your bed to remind you at all times."

I heard Zhang You say this.

Jiang Yiren suddenly remembered that she seemed to have slapped her husband not long ago.

"Signed the agreement"

Finish this sentence.

Jiang Yiren seemed to realize what kind of man she was facing, and couldn't help but remind him. Then she walked towards her room, closed the bedroom door, spread out her palms, and looked down.

Don't say... After the beating, she felt a little better. Soon, her attention returned to her husband's singing. With such a singing level... why doesn't he go out and make money!?
Just as she thought of this, Jiang Yiren's calm heart suddenly surged with an unknown fire...Ten years! Ten years of marriage, drinking, smoking, and gambling. In these ten years, even though she looked strong on the surface, she almost collapsed several times when the night came.

Comments from outsiders.

I had a complete falling out with my family when I got married.

A variety of criticisms and pressures swept over her. She wanted her husband to be successful more than any other female artist, but... things turned out just as people in the circle commented.

"Poor eyesight"

Under such circumstances, she still persevered and endured for ten years. Just when she was on the verge of her limit and was about to choose divorce to make people in the circle laugh, her husband made a promise and took the initiative to sign an agreement with her.

She brought the little boy Shan back.

Afterwards…especially tonight.

Even now, Jiang Yiren's knees are still a little weak. As a professional singer, she knows better how good her husband's singing skills are... And so, he has been rotting at home for almost ten years.

He watched helplessly as his wife worked hard to earn money, and then took the money she earned to gamble, lost again and again, came back to ask for money, and even got violent when she refused.

Leaning against the bedroom door, Jiang Yiren took a deep breath. There was nothing to say. Her husband had to go to work, but she still had to discuss this matter with her agent Han Hui.

After all, although her husband is quite famous in the circle, he has a bad reputation, especially since he has not attended any events with her in recent years. This is equivalent to a pure newcomer making his debut. Even if her husband has good singing skills, it is not easy.

Bad reputation.

Married.

He is over 30 years old, which is enough to have a large number of female fans.

After thinking for a while, Jiang Yiren suppressed the urge to call Han Hui right away, took out a set of pajamas from the closet and planned to take a shower. As soon as she stepped out of the bedroom, she seemed to remember something, turned around, opened the closet, picked up a bag leaning against the wall and walked out.

In the study, the singing had stopped long ago, and her husband was helping Xiao Zishan with homework.

She reached out and knocked on the door.

When her husband and Xiao Zishan turned around to look at her, she put the bag on the desk.

“You bought me clothes again!?”

Zhang You looked at the size of the bag and felt that it was a bit strange, so he opened the bag and took a look... Then he said in surprise, "Underwear and socks!?"

“What’s all the fuss about?”

Xiao Zishan rolled her eyes and said, "My mom wants you to wash the new underwear and socks I bought for you when you do the laundry tonight. Tomorrow night, after taking a shower, you should put on new underwear and socks and throw away the old ones."

“It’s a good habit.”

Zhang You praised it.

Putting down the bag, when Jiang Yiren turned to go to the bathroom, she heard her daughter's voice behind her, saying, "Mom, I feel like my dad sings much better than you."

"..."

Jiang Yiren stopped and after a long while, she replied with a long drawn-out "Yeah".

There was resentment, resentment, helplessness, and inexplicable grief in his voice.

(End of this chapter)