The younger generation, starting from where the wind blows...

Chapter 116 Yang Zixi, the Brave Guinea Pig

"Yes, I stayed in Lijiang and Dali for almost half a year and just came back recently."

Du Qiong said this as she shook hands with Yang Muye.

He doesn't look very old, but he speaks with confidence and maturity, clearly having seen a lot of the world.

In addition, there's this Ducati 1098.

She's definitely a rich young lady.

Du Qiong learned that the bar was a little further ahead, so she rode her bike there first.

Yang Muye and Hu Ling walked towards the bar.

On the way, Yang Muye asked Du Qiong about her background.

Hu Ling deliberately kept everyone in suspense:
"Take a guess about her age first."

"eighteen?"

"!!"

Hu Ling's eyes widened, and she was about to speak.

Seeing this, Yang Muye shrugged: "It's not easy to guess the age of beautiful women, so I guessed the most suitable one."

Hu Ling looked puzzled: "The most suitable?"

Yang Muye replied, "Don't all women wish they could stay eighteen forever?"

Hu Ling nodded subconsciously, but then felt that something was not right.

A woman can't stay eighteen forever, but there will always be women who are eighteen.

That's why they say a man is a boy until he dies.
The thought flashed through Hu Ling's mind. If Yang Muye were already in his thirties or forties, she would definitely joke with him without any restraint.

But Yang Muye is only eighteen years old!
From their first meeting, Hu Ling noticed that Yang Muyi possessed a maturity far beyond his years.

It is often said that one cannot simultaneously possess youth and the understanding of youth.

But this statement seemed to have no effect on Yang Muyi.

But how is this possible?
After forcing her brain to expel this absurd thought, Hu Ling composed herself and continued talking about Du Qiong.

“When I met her, she was only sixteen, but she lied and said she was already eighteen. Looks can be deceiving, but temperament can’t. In that respect, you two are really alike.”

Yang Muyi chuckled and said, "Do I look that old?"

"You can tell at a glance if someone pretends to be mature. Neither you nor Du Qiong are among them. Of course, I can understand her. I heard that she didn't study seriously starting from junior high school. For three years, she basically traveled the world with her parents. Starting from high school, she was on her own. Well, not exactly alone. I heard she was with a female bodyguard. Anyway, she has traveled all over the country. Reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles. The more you see and experience, the more mature you will naturally become."

Yang Muye clicked his tongue after hearing this.

This background is definitely not from an ordinary family.

Hu Ling turned to look at Yang Muye: "But I just don't understand you. According to yourself, you were studying step by step before the college entrance examination. How come you suddenly became so mature after the college entrance examination?"

"After I finished the college entrance exam, I found out that my parents had been divorced for more than five years. Then I had a stroke of luck and won a small prize in the lottery. This experience wasn't particularly eventful, but it was quite unique. Maybe that's why I've become more mature."

Yang Muyi's words were half true and half false, but Hu Ling believed them nonetheless.

Parents divorcing and winning the lottery are not unusual on their own, but it's truly unheard of for both to happen at the same time.

Yang Muye's mood during that period was probably like a rollercoaster ride—in short, nothing short of whimsical.

Stimulate!

After Yang Muye finished talking about himself, the topic returned to Du Qiong.

Hu Ling told Yang Muye that Du Qiong was learning makeup simply out of interest.

This is similar to Yang Muyi's songwriting.

However, Du Qiong is much more genuine; she really just treats it as a hobby.

Unlike Yang Muyi, who writes songs out of interest but is actually driven by business.

Yang Muye didn't say it, but he knew it in his heart.

This is the difference between old money and new rich.

He can only be considered a pseudo-rich second generation at best, but Du Qiong's background is at least third or fourth generation.

The two walked and talked, and when they reached the entrance, they met up with Du Qiong, who was carrying a helmet, and went into the bar together.

All the participants for the rehearsal had arrived, and there were even a few unrelated people among them.

Xu Kaiyang and Zhang Kai were summoned by Cheng Feng.

Xia Fenghua and Xie Wanghe came with Ma Siyi.

What surprised Yang Muyi the most was Xie Hongzu; Xiao He had actually called this guy over as well.

Du Qiong put down her backpack and immediately asked who needed makeup done.

Yang Muyi looked at the table in dormitory 302, hesitated between Yang Zixi and Xu Hongdou for a moment, and finally chose Yang Zixi.

"I?"

Yang Zixi pointed to herself, while secretly glancing at Xu Hongdou out of the corner of her eye.

Previously, they all thought that Yang Muye would definitely let Xu Hongdou be the first to put on makeup.

After Yang Zixi got up and followed Du Qiong to the backstage dressing room, Chen Nanxing immediately whispered to Xu Hongdou.

"Didn't you two get along really well while watching the movie last night? What, did you two argue later?"

"We were just discussing the movie, you're overthinking it."

"Also, I didn't argue with him."

Xu Hongdou didn't know why she had to make that extra explanation.

"So he doesn't call you Yang Zixi? Didn't he always complain that your bangs were ugly?"

Chen Nanxing was still puzzled.

Xu Hongdou replied sullenly, "What does my hairstyle have to do with him? Besides, didn't you notice that Yang Zixi also has bangs like me?"

"You mean he used Yang Zixi as a guinea pig?"

As soon as Chen Nanxing finished speaking, Xu Hongdou gently kicked him under the table.

You said that, I never said that.

Xu Hongdou thought to herself.

Backstage dressing room.

Yang Zixi sat in front of the makeup mirror, watching Yang Muyi and Du Qiong discuss her hairstyle.

Yang Muye was the one doing most of the talking.

"No bangs, change to a middle part."

Du Qiong took two hair clips, separated Yang Zixi's bangs and clipped them in place, while simultaneously smoothing back Yang Zixi's long hair that had fallen in front of her shoulders.

Yang Muye immediately spoke up to stop him.

"Hair just covers the shoulders, this length is just right."

Du Qiong touched the small, fine curls on Yang Zixi's shoulder and asked Yang Muye if he needed them straightened.

At this moment, Yang Zixi really wanted to say that this was the most popular hairstyle this year. She spent more than 200 yuan to have the stylist do this for her.

Yang Muye ignored all of that and instructed Du Qiong: "First straighten it, then burn it to a crisp—"

The three women in the room were all stunned.

What does "scalded into crumbs" mean?
Yang Muye originally wanted to say "bad girl with big waves," but there wasn't such a term at the moment, so he could only draw a wavy line on the mirror with his finger.

"Is it possible to get it burned like this?"

Du Qiong glanced at it and indicated that there was no problem.

At that moment, Hu Ling, who was behind them, asked, "Do you need to dye your hair?"

Du Qiong then looked at Yang Muye.

"I don't think you brought any hair dyeing tools in your kit."

"It's just a temporary dye job, very simple. I had a friend from my family bring it over."

Du Qiong replied casually.

"Row."

Yang Muye nodded.

Du Qiong took out her phone and went outside to make a call.

Taking this opportunity, Yang Muyi joked with Yang Zixi: "Even if the driver arrives in a Rolls-Royce or a Maybach to deliver the hair dye, I won't be surprised at all. Now you know how valuable your hairstyle is, right?"

Yang Zixi could also tell that Du Qiong was no ordinary person, and she was curious about where Yang Muyi had found such a rich young lady to do her styling.

Most importantly, is Du Qiong really reliable?

"Don't worry, their skills have been certified by Sister Ling. If it weren't for Sister Ling's sake, most people wouldn't be qualified to enjoy this kind of treatment today." As soon as Yang Muye finished speaking, Du Qiong took her phone and went back to her room.

Once Du Qiong confirmed that Yang Muye had no other requests, she picked up the scissors and began cutting Yang Zixi's bangs.

The moment her hair fell, Yang Zixi closed her eyes.

A 200-yuan hairstyle, gone just like that.

Yang Muye did not stay to watch Du Qiong cut her hair, just as Du Qiong had not questioned him when he made the request.

Mutual respect leads to mutual trust.

Not long after Yang Muyi left, lively music began to play on the stage in front of him.

Cheng Feng and Wu Di first went on stage and sang "Little Apple" once.

The singing was alright, but the expressions and demeanor during the performance were not very satisfactory.

"Wu Di, you're too tense when you sing. Relax a bit and try to make your expression a little more funny."

Yang Muye offered his advice.

The two sang it again, but the effect was still not good.

Yang Muyi was considering how to tell Cheng Feng and Wu Di what kind of expression the song should convey when he caught a glimpse of Zhang Kai laughing happily out of the corner of his eye.

"Just like him, he's happy with a touch of sleazy, a kind of cheeky vibe."

Yang Muye pointed at Zhang Kai and said.

Cheng Feng and Wu Di understood this time, and started singing for the third time.

This time, the two of them really got the hang of it, making the audience laugh.

Only Zhang Kai did not smile.

Zhang Kai had already realized that Cheng Feng and Wu Di were imitating him on stage.

"Do I really look that lewd when I laugh?" Zhang Kai turned to ask Xu Kaiyang.

Xu Kaiyang tried hard to suppress his laughter: "Why are you asking me? Why don't you just go to the bathroom and look in the mirror and you'll know?"

Zhang Kai found it troublesome and wanted to borrow the small mirrors that his classmates Ruan Wan and Zheng Wei used for touching up their makeup.

The thought of seeing Zhang Kai's lewd smile reflected in the mirror made both Ruan Wan and Zheng Wei firmly refuse.

Cheng Feng and Wu Di went offstage to rest, and the Barbarian Band took their place, rehearsing "Want to Go to the Beach".

Xu Hongdou and the others had only heard the a cappella version before, and even then, it was incomplete.

Hearing the full version with instrumental accompaniment this time gave me a completely different feeling.

Even Du Qiong, who was in the dressing room, subconsciously slowed down her movements when she heard this song.

The song's intro features guitar strumming, accompanied by upbeat drumbeats, naturally presenting Du Qiong with a leisurely scene of a summer vacation.

Yang Zixi noticed that Du Qiong was listening to the song absentmindedly and asked curiously:
"You really like music?"

"I learned it when I was a child, but I felt that I didn't have any talent for it, so I gave up. Now I just like to listen to it."

"I really envy you. You can just quit if you don't want to learn. When I was a kid, if I told my mom I didn't want to go to extracurricular classes, she would have given me a good beating."

"My parents are fine; they're quite open-minded."

The main reason is that they have money.

Yang Zixi thought to herself.

For wealthy parents, enrolling their children in classes is a waste of money; what's more important is nurturing their children's genuine interests?

Du Qiong continued to trim Yang Zixi's bangs, while her hair was being straightened with chemicals.

On the stage outside, the song "Want to Go to the Beach" had already reached its chorus.

The addition of bass echoes the undercurrent of emotions in the lyrics.

Just like the lyrics "the sunset that can't be caught up with," it symbolizes the past that can't be undone.

"Go on another adventure" tells the audience that even though they know the ending can't be perfect, they still yearn for the beauty of the present.

Although she wasn't there in person, Du Qiong could imagine that when Yang Muye sang this song, his face must have been filled with that forced smile, yet he had to confront his sadness.

The girl at the scene must have felt sorry for many people.

After finishing the song, Du Qiong sincerely praised:

"sounds so good."

Hu Ling joked from behind, "He sings these kinds of songs just to fool you little girls. He wrote 'Little Apple' just now, but he doesn't sing it himself."

Du Qiong turned her head curiously.

"What year is he in college?"

"Which year?"

Hu Ling gave Du Qiong a strange look.

Du Qiong reacted immediately, her expression one of surprise.

"Has he already graduated? Or is he pursuing a master's degree?"

Hu Ling shook her head.

It turns out I'm not the only one who thinks Yang Muyi is too mature.

"He's eighteen, just like you, and he's a freshman in college this year."

Du Qiong was stunned.

how come?
Yang Muyi looked so relaxed; Du Qiong had only ever seen a few uncles and elders with a similar demeanor.

If you didn't look at his face, Du Qiong would have thought Yang Muyi was at least thirty years old.

The result is that they are the same age as me?
Before Du Qiong could process the news, Yang Zixi, sitting in front of the mirror, also testified on Hu Ling's behalf.

Yang Muyi is indeed a freshman, without a doubt.

Yang Zixi also suggested to Du Qiong and Hu Ling that they should definitely listen to Yang Muyi sing "If One Day I Become Very Rich" if they have the chance.

To paraphrase Xu Hongdou's assessment at the time, it reeked of money.

After listening to that song, you'll probably understand where Yang Muyi's maturity and relaxed demeanor come from.

To put it bluntly, it all comes down to money.

That's what Yang Zixi thinks anyway.

Curiosity sparkled in Du Qiong's beautiful eyes.

I only made this trip because of Hu Ling, but I didn't expect to hear two very interesting new songs in one go.

Just as he was about to ask Yang Zixi for more information about Yang Muye, his phone, which was on the table, suddenly rang.

Du Qiong picked it up and glanced at it, knowing that the driver had already delivered the items.

Not long after she finished answering the phone, a middle-aged man in a suit and tie, led by Hu Ling, came in carrying a large suitcase.

Du Qiong gave the middle-aged man a wink beforehand, and the man understood, put down his things, and left.

"Sister Ling, could you please call Yang Muyi in for a moment? We'd like to see what hair color we want to dye Zixi's hair."

Du Qiong was busy with her hands and casually gave the order.

Hu Ling went to the front stage, and came back alone.

He said to dye it flax gray.

Du Qiong raised an eyebrow. This color is picky about both face shape and skin tone.

However, Yang Zixi is someone you could give it a try.

after an hour.

Looking at Yang Zixi's "brand new" appearance in the mirror, Du Qiong was satisfied and let Yang Zixi's dyed hair fall naturally over her shoulders.

The results were surprisingly good.

This can be seen from Yang Zixi's stunned expression in the mirror.

Yang Zixi had maintained this expression for quite some time.

Girls like Yang Zixi, who love beauty and dressing up, are naturally very sensitive to their image.

Whether this new hairstyle suits her or not, Yang Zixi has already voted with her feet.

Du Qiong turned to Hu Ling, who was equally amazed, and joked:

"Now I finally understand what Yang Muyi meant by 'scalded to dust'."

Hu Ling nodded in deep agreement.

As expected, scumbags love this S-shaped figure, whether it's hair or body.

(End of this chapter)