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

Chapter 96 Beautiful Guitarist

in the kitchen.

While picking vegetables, Su Qing told Xue Sumei about what had happened that day.

Xue Sumei glanced back towards Yang Tao's room to make sure the door was closed, then asked with great interest, "Did you see clearly, young man? How was it?"

"He's tall and handsome, and I heard he's also very rich. He and Peach are a perfect match."

After hearing Su Qing's evaluation, Xue Sumei clapped her hands excitedly.

"Oh! This is wonderful!"

He was so happy that several wrinkles appeared on his face from smiling.

"Auntie, there's something I need to tell you. That young man looks quite young."

“That’s a good thing. My Taozi is only one year older than him. Age is not a problem, as long as we are a good match.”

Xue Sumei said happily.

Su Qing had originally wanted to question Yang Muye's age, but seeing how happy Xue Sumei was, she gave up the idea.

Xue Sumei was happy by herself for a while, but when she was about to cook, she suddenly remembered that if Yang Tao and Yang Muye were to be bridesmaids and groomsmen at the wedding, would they steal Su Qing's thunder?

Xue Sumei, after all, came from a performing arts troupe. Although she hadn't been on stage for many years, she still had a good eye for talent.

She immediately voiced her concerns.

Su Qing was very moved and hurriedly explained that Duan Xifeng had already thought of a solution.

Xue Sumei was stunned after hearing this.

A love song duet at a wedding?
This is a good idea.

Have you decided which song you want to sing?

"No, Xifeng and I both think this matter needs to be carefully considered," Su Qing replied.

Xue Sumei also felt that this matter could not be taken lightly, and was just about to give Su Qing some advice when a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the kitchen.

Yang Tao ran in wearing slippers, and without saying a word, pulled Su Qing and walked out.

Su Qing had just finished picking vegetables and hadn't even had time to wipe her hands clean when she called out to Yang Tao and asked her what she was doing.

"I found the song you sang at your wedding. Come to my room and listen to it right away," Yang Tao urged.

Su Qing asked, "What song is it?"

Yang Tao: “…”

She was so focused on listening to the song that she forgot to ask Yang Muye what the song was called.

"Come in and listen first, and I'll explain it to you after you've listened."

After saying that, he dragged Su Qing towards the room.

"This child is acting strangely."

Xue Sumei muttered something to herself and continued working in the kitchen.

Yang Tao pulled Su Qing into the room, pressed her shoulders, and made Su Qing sit down in front of the computer. Finally, she put headphones on Su Qing.

Move your mouse and click play.

"Find the sun where there is no wind."

"Be the warm sun in your cold place."

"There are so many things going on, you are always too naive."

"For the rest of my life, I only want you."

His clear voice, tinged with a deep tone, immediately captivated Su Qing's ears.

She half-raised her head, looking at Yang Tao with eyes full of doubt.

Just as Su Qing was about to speak, Yang Tao held up a finger, signaling her to be quiet and listen attentively.

"For the rest of my life, you are the wind and snow, you are the ordinariness, you are the poverty."

"You are my glory, you are the tenderness in my heart, and you are everything I see."

The lyrics are simple, and it's an a cappella performance, yet it perfectly captures the romance of a traditional Chinese confession.

Su Qing's heart was deeply touched.

The thought of Duan Xifeng singing those lyrics to her with deep affection during their wedding ceremony made Su Qing instinctively cover her mouth, her eyes welling up with tears.

After listening to it so excitedly once, Yang Tao immediately clicked the mouse to start playing it a second time without Su Qing even having to say anything.

This time, Yang Tao chose to listen to the song on repeat.

You should know that when Yang Muyi sent over the recording of this song, Yang Tao listened to it on repeat countless times before she stopped.

Someone who has never been in a relationship was moved to tears by this song.

As someone who's been through it all, Yang Tao knew that Su Qing would definitely cry after listening to this song a few times, so she placed tissues on the computer desk well in advance.

At that moment, my phone received a text message.

It was sent by Yang Muye.

"Your Majesty, are you satisfied with this Seven Steps Poem?"

Yang Tao was amused by Yang Tao's deliberate imitation of Cao Zhi's tone when speaking to Cao Pi.

Yang Tao held her phone with both hands and quickly replied to the text message: "You're lying, this definitely wasn't written by you in seven steps."

"You noticed that? You're amazing! I really didn't walk a single step when I wrote this song; I just sat there and finished it."

After receiving Yang Muyi's reply text message, Yang Tao burst out laughing.

"Okay, you pass. Now send me the lyrics and the song title."

Yang Muyi thought typing on his phone was too slow, so he sent the lyrics via QQ.

"Drip drip!"

Yang Tao leaned down to Su Qing's side, moved the mouse, and clicked on the flashing QQ avatar under her right foot.

A dialog box pops up.

The four characters "往后余生" (The Rest of My Life) simultaneously caught the eyes of Yang Tao and Su Qing.

Below is a list of lyrics.

Su Qing snapped out of her emotional reverie over the song, took off her headphones, and asked Yang Tao, "Where did your friend find this song? I've never heard it before."

Yang Tao shrugged: "That's right, you haven't heard of it. He wrote this song himself."

what?
Su Qing stood there, stunned.

"Is your friend a singer?"

"It's just an amateur thing; songwriting is just something I do out of interest."

Of course, Yang Tao wouldn't tell Su Qing that she had actually "forced" Yang Muye to write this song.

Su Qing isn't stupid; how could someone who can write a song like this be considered an amateur?
When did you meet such an amazing friend?

"Why ask so many questions? Just tell me if you like this song or not!" Yang Tao changed the subject.

"Of course I like it! Didn't you see how moved I was to tears?"

"Okay, I'll have my friend prepare the sheet music and accompaniment and send them to you. That way, you and your brother-in-law will be the stars of the wedding."

Just as Su Qing was about to ask who wrote the song, Xue Sumei's voice came from outside.

"Peach, Qing'er, time to eat."

"Know it."

Yang Tao responded and handed the tissue box to Su Qing, telling her to wipe her tears first.

If Xue Sumei saw this at the dinner table, she would start asking all sorts of questions out of suspicion.

Fairfield by Marriott, Suite 8007.

Yang Muye stretched in front of the computer.

I downloaded a music composition software out of boredom a while ago, and I never expected to use it so often.

In just the last two days, I've already written several songs.

He said he only wrote songs to "buy retirement insurance," but it's almost become his main job.

However, Yang Muyi had already experienced the joy of being a plagiarist.

I stood up and stretched my neck.

After checking the time, I decided to have dinner at the executive lounge restaurant.

I changed my clothes and was about to go out.

Cheng Feng called.

He and Wu Di received the sheet music for "The Lone Warrior" from Yang Muye around 3 p.m. By then, they were already quite familiar with the song and were preparing to go into the recording studio to try recording it and see how it went.

Both of them decided to skip the English placement test that evening.

Cheng Feng had already inquired with Gu Jia; missing the exam would result in a zero score, and he would be placed in the lowest-performing class in English. Following the principle that those who are bad at English should practice more, the school stipulated that students in the lowest-performing class could only register for the CET-4 exam in their second year.

Only a portion of the students from the School of Arts at Yanjingmao University will be assigned to the first-level class.

This was the first time Yang Muyi had ever heard of Yanjingmao having an art college.

However, Cheng Feng knows this best.

Art schools produce beautiful girls; the quality may not be as high as business schools, but the quantity is definitely far greater.

Cheng Feng was focused on quantity, and he had already found out about it before the start of the semester.

The School of Art has four majors: Fashion Design, Graphic Design, Animation Design, and Digital Media Art.

They are all related to painting, and you need to take the art exam first.

The corresponding requirements for college entrance examination scores will also be lowered.

The tuition isn't as outrageous as that of international business schools, but it's still over 20,000 yuan a year.

Even without the recording incident, Cheng Feng planned to deliberately fail the placement exam so he could be placed in the first-level class and attend classes with the beautiful girls from the art academy.

As for the CET-4 and CET-6 exams, Cheng Feng never even considered registering for them.

During his four years of university, Cheng Feng's only goal was to get his diploma; he didn't care about anything else.

In the end, Yang Muyi was somewhat tempted and wanted to meet the beautiful girls from the art academy.

It's not that I'm lustful, but rather that the flowers are in full bloom.

If you don't appreciate it, you'd seem a bit clueless.

After finishing the call, Yang Muyi checked the time again; it was just time for the happy hour at the executive lounge.

Fairfield by Marriott is quite generous, offering a generous selection of hot dishes and drinks for guests on the executive floor.

Foie gras and caviar are served buffet style, with unlimited quantities.

The hot dishes included various seafood, American-style barbecue, sausages, and ham, and they tasted pretty good.

When Yang Muyi arrived, there weren't many people. After ordering, he found a quiet corner to sit down.

The waiter opened a bottle of white wine at Yang Muye's request and poured it into his glass.

Dinner lasted almost an hour; we were not only full and satisfied, but also very happy.

On his way back to his room, Yang Muye received a call from Hu Youyu.

"Old Hu, is there something you need?" Yang Muye was slightly tipsy and spoke much more casually than usual.

"Brother Yang, are you free tonight?"

"The exam is at eight o'clock. I don't know if I can hand in my paper early."

"Oh? Never mind then, the exam is more important."

"Forget about the exam, just tell me what you need me for."

Hu Youyu cautiously began, "It's like this, I'm performing at a bar next to Yanjingmao tonight. The guitarist I mentioned to you last time happens to be free, so I thought I'd invite her over so we could all meet."

Yang Muye switched the phone to his other hand.

"Did you tell her about forming a band?"

"I told her that she and I are both from out of town and pursuing our musical dreams in Beijing. As long as there's money to be made, she's ready to join anytime."

"Perfect, the drummer and I are both just here to have fun, so we can all get what we need."

Hu Youyu repeatedly said on the phone that there was no problem.

"I'll arrange to meet the drummer at the bar at nine o'clock."

Hu Youyu was about to say yes when he suddenly stopped—

At nine o'clock, the exam that Yang Muyi mentioned should still be going on, right?
Hu Youyu dared not ask, nor dared he speak.

Just as I was struggling with this, Yang Muye hung up the phone.

Then, Yang Muye made another phone call to Huang He.

The other person was having dinner with Xie Hongzu at a restaurant outside the school.

The two only booked a standard room at the hotel and could not enjoy the benefits of the executive lounge.

Yang Muye immediately asked:
"Is your business school having exams tonight?"

"What exam?"

"I forgot that your business school is taught by foreign teachers. Never mind then, if you're free tonight, how about we go to a bar together?"

Huang He raised his head and glanced at Xie Hongzu, who was eating spaghetti across from him.

Xie Hongzu mouthed the question: Who is it?

Upon learning that it was Yang Muye who invited Huang He, he immediately shook his head, indicating that he would not go.

Xie Hongzu's personality is like that; he had few close friends growing up, otherwise he wouldn't have only played with Huang He.

Huang He was slightly disappointed, but he readily agreed to Yang Muye's request.

He only started hanging out with Xie Hongzu because he had no friends, which doesn't mean he didn't want to make friends with others.

After learning about Yang Muye's character from Cheng Feng's fight last night, and witnessing Yang Muye's formidable methods in Cheng Feng's whistleblower video today, Huang He is now eager to get closer to Yang Muye.

Not to mention, the two also share common interests and hobbies.

Yang Muyi not only plays music, but also creates music.

Making such an awesome friend is a source of pride for Huang He.

The two agreed to meet at the bar at nine o'clock, and Huang He hung up the phone excitedly.

Xie Hongzu, who was sitting opposite Huang He, caught a glimpse of Huang He's happy expression, but said nothing and continued eating his noodles with his head down.

Yang Muye returned to his room and sent Shi Xiaomeng a text message saying that he had something to do and would not be going to the exam.

Set your alarm, lie in bed, and close your eyes to rest.

At 8:40 a.m., the alarm clock woke Yang Muye up.

I glanced at my phone; there were several text messages.

There were messages from Gu Jia, Ding Ning, and Guan Wen, all asking why Yang Muye wasn't taking the exam.

Yang Muye used the time he spent going down the elevator to reply to each of them.

I walked to the bar, and the timing was perfect.

Huang He was already waiting at the bar entrance, and immediately raised his hand when he saw Yang Muye.

Yang Muye went to meet Huang He, and they chatted and learned that Cheng Feng and Andy had fought in this bar the night before.

When Huang He lost money, he exchanged phone numbers with the bar owner and even made a point of greeting the owner before coming.

The two walked into the bar as they talked.

As soon as I entered, I ran into two acquaintances.

Xia Fenghua and Xie Wanghe.

The two were preparing to leave.

When greeting him, Yang Muyi asked curiously, "Are you leaving so early?"

Xie Wanghe opened his mouth to explain, but Xia Fenghua spoke first: "We're not here to play around, we're here to find someone."

"Did you find it?" Yang Muye asked again.

Xia Fenghua shook her head.

Xie Wanghe showed the photos on his phone to all the waiters in the bar, but no one had seen Ma Siyi before.

Xie Wanghe planned to try his luck at a few more bars, and then asked Xia Fenghua to join him.

After Yang Muye and Huang He went inside, they randomly found a table to sit down. Just then, Hu Youyu came in through the back door with his guitar.

Upon seeing Yang Muye, Hu Youyu immediately instructed the waiter to bring wine to the table and put it on Yang's tab.

Yang Muye stood up and introduced the two:
"This is Lao Hu, Hu Youyu, the band's bassist."

"This is Xiao He, Huang He, the band's drummer."

Hu Youyu, holding his guitar, shook hands with Huang He.

The waiter brought over beer, and the two drank a glass on the spot.

After putting down his wine glass, Hu Youyu started talking to Yang Muyi about something else.

“The guitarist just called me. She got stuck in traffic and might be a few minutes late.”

Xiao He was a little curious:

"female?"

Hu Youyu adjusted his sunglasses and smiled smugly:
"Of course! She's mixed race, and a stunning beauty!"

(End of this chapter)