My wife is in my arms

Chapter 67 Han Weiyi
The instrumental music piece "The Street Where the Wind Lives" was sent to Zhang Yi's email at the beginning of November.

Probably out of curiosity.

She listened to it as soon as she received it. After listening, the woman was speechless for a long time, and her whole body was immersed in the sadness of the erhu and the delicate and deep sound of the piano.

She debuted as a singer, so she has certain attainments in music. She knows very well that this song does not have complicated and flashy playing techniques, but is more of a minimalist return to nature. However, it is this ordinary minimalism that gives this song a kind of sadness that goes straight to the softest part of the heart.

Light, not strong.

But it can make people fall into a certain emotion and be unable to control it.

After taking a deep breath, Zhang Yi's gentle face, which was quite oriental, showed a solemn expression.

Originally, she told her best friend Jiang Yiren about this pure music background, simply hoping to deepen Li Zongsheng's good impression of Jiang Yiren, so that he would think of her first when composing better songs in the future.

Now... Zhang Yi felt that maybe she should make friends with this Li Zongsheng. Who knows, if her film and television career doesn't go well, she can return to the music scene.

Even if she doesn't return to the music scene, it's not a bad thing to make friends with Li Zongsheng, who has the potential to be a top musician. If she really relies on Zhang You... Li Zongsheng treats him as a friend now, but given Zhang You's personality, he might offend him at any time. By then, she and Jiang Yiren don't know Li Zongsheng, and there will be no room for maneuver.

In this society, you don't make your way by walking, you make your way by making friends. Once you make a good friend, you can at least save yourself a lot of time in hard work.

In particular, Li Zongsheng not only created high-quality songs such as "Ask", but now he has created songs such as "The Street Where the Wind Lives" which is likely to enter the pure music charts in the future. This undoubtedly proves that this person is not the kind of creator who is a flash in the pan, and his creative ability should have reached a certain level.

Without much hesitation.

Zhang Yi called her best friend Jiang Yiren.

The call was answered quickly.

"Yiren, where's your husband!?"

Zhang Yi asked.

"..."

Jiang Yiren was a little confused, but after thinking about it, she replied softly, "He should be at home."

"Tell him to invite Li Zongsheng out, and I'll treat him to a meal."

Zhang Yi spoke directly.

"What's wrong!?"

Jiang Yiren asked in confusion.

"Have you never heard the instrumental music composed by Jonathan Lee? Yiren, I can't guarantee that the director will accept it, but I can guarantee that this piece of music will be a big hit and may even become a must-hear sad song for many people."

On this point, Zhang Yi is very sure.

"Send it to me later."

Jiang Yiren replied.

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yi took "The Street Where the Wind Lives" to a community called Shanshui Renjia on the other side of the city. The director of her new drama, which she had just finished filming, lived there.

If it was a male director, Zhang Yi would naturally not go directly to his house. It's not that the character of all male directors cannot be guaranteed, but he is mainly afraid of being photographed by reporters, which is reasonable and cannot be explained.

In the entertainment industry, people who follow the crowd are never just talking, even if it is just hearsay. Once it is spread, it becomes the truth. And the director of her new drama happens to be a woman, who is also very beautiful.

Her father is also a director and is quite famous. However, he fell seriously ill a few years ago and chose not to go out to work. He would occasionally go out to support his daughter.

Ringed the doorbell.

Zhang Yi, wearing black leggings and a plaid jacket, stood at the door waiting. After a long period of light rain a few days ago, it felt like winter before it was even fully felt in late autumn.

Zhang Yi

The door opened, revealing a face that was both classical and elegant. Seeing Zhang Yi, she quickly smiled and greeted him, "Come in quickly." "Director Han"

Zhang Yi greeted him respectfully.

Even though the director's style was not harsh during the filming, and he often showed enough patience and respect for the actors, the director is the director and the actors are the actors, and there is a strong hierarchy in the entertainment industry.

People can be polite and gentle, but as an actor, unless you have a really good relationship with them, you can be more casual when interacting with them in private. Otherwise, you must maintain proper courtesy and respect.

After all, pure actors rely on directors for their livelihood.

After taking the hot water brought by Director Han's nanny, Zhang Yi thanked him and turned to look at Director Han. Even though she had worked with this director before, she still felt that Director Han did not look like a director.

Not only do they look alike, they also have different temperaments.

Her expression and behavior were so restrained and reserved, giving off a gentle and graceful feeling. Without much hesitation, Zhang Yi stated her purpose of coming. This was mainly because she and Director Han were not very familiar with each other. In this case, there was naturally not much to talk about.

"Director Han, I wonder if the background music for the new drama has been finalized yet?!"

Zhang Yi hesitated for a moment and then asked.

"hehe"

Director Han was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing and said, "You actually found a musician! I thought you were joking with me!?"

"That……"

Zhang Yi's heart skipped a beat.

"It's finalized. Teacher Zhao specially composed the music and sent it to me yesterday. I listened to it and I think it fits in well with some of the scenes."

Director Han replied.

“That’s a pity.”

Just as she was about to get up and say goodbye, Zhang Yi immediately realized that if she just handed the song back, even if Li Zongsheng might not be angry, Zhang You would definitely say she was incompetent. So, Zhang Yi looked at Director Han and tentatively asked, "Director Han, how about listening to it before deciding whether to accept it or not?!"

"It's fine to call me Director Han on the set, but you don't have to be so polite now at my house. It makes it seem like we're strangers. Just call me Han Wei. You've given it to me so solemnly, so I definitely want to hear it. By the way, who created this?!"

Han Wei asked curiously.

"Li Zongsheng is a very talented musician. Today, my bestie Jiang Yiren released the latest single "Ask" which was written by him. You can listen to the song later. It's really good."

Even now, Zhang Yi still doesn't forget to help promote her best friend.

"Jiang Yiren!"

Han Wei suddenly laughed, not knowing what he remembered. He then looked at Zhang Yi and asked casually, "Isn't she divorced yet?!"

"without"

Zhang Yi naturally knew what Director Han meant by this.

As a singing queen, her best friend Jiang Yiren has often appeared on major trending searches due to domestic violence since she fell out with her family after getting married. For this reason, it is hard for Director Han, as someone in the industry, not to know about it.

“Not divorced!?”

Han Wei's charming eyes froze, then he smiled and shook his head, commenting, "I don't understand what she's thinking!? If you want to fight for your dignity, it depends on whether the man you marry can give you that dignity. If you take the wrong path, you can try again. If a woman marries the wrong man, she can divorce and find another one. If you can't do multiple-choice questions, after eliminating one wrong answer, no matter how unlucky you are, you at least have a one-third chance of being right."

"you're right"

Zhang Yi nodded in agreement, but in fact she didn't think what he said made any sense at all.

How can choosing a husband be like answering a multiple-choice question?!

Multiple-choice questions have a maximum of four options, but how many men in this society have that?... But after all, he's the director, and Director Han probably hasn't seen what Zhang You looks like. If he had, who knows what he'd choose!?
(End of this chapter)