Huayu: Starting with living with a girl from Taiwan

Lin Mo smiled slightly, seeing that the time was right, and began to spout nonsense:

"It's also a coincidence."

"When I was studying in mainland China, I visited a large Song Dynasty kiln exhibition during a summer vacation. There were all kinds of porcelain, a dazzling array."

"There was one type of porcelain that left a particularly deep impression on me."

"White background with blue accents, simple and clean."

"But the patterns on them are vivid and lifelike, depicting landscapes, pavilions, flowers, birds, insects and fish, possessing both the scholarly air of literati and a lively and interesting charm."

"That blue isn't a glaring bright blue; it's more like... after the rain, when the clouds are about to disperse, the sky reveals a pale blue hue—very subtle, very gentle, with a lingering aftertaste."

His description was so vivid that even Liu Genghong, a complete novice, could almost picture an elegant and exquisite porcelain vase.

"After listening to Jay Chou's melody just now, this feeling of porcelain came to mind."

"The subtle and restrained emotions are just like the elegant blue and white porcelain, with profound artistic conception that needs to be appreciated carefully."

Lin Mo paused, and finally, under the focused gazes of the group, uttered the name that was destined to be etched into the history of Chinese pop music:

"I think we could use 'blue and white porcelain' as the core image for the lyrics of this song."

Fang Wenshan's pupils suddenly contracted, and a shiver of shock shot through his spine!

Blue and white porcelain!

These three words seemed to instantly unlock the door to his inspiration that had been locked away for many days by the rust of bronze!

All the entanglements and obstacles crumbled at this moment!

Blue and white porcelain! Warm and smooth as jade, simple and elegant, it captures the essence of a painting and remains timeless!

It possesses both the profound and weighty heritage of a national treasure, and perfectly matches the gentleness and subtlety required by the melody!

It's a perfect vessel, absolutely perfect!

The paleness and exhaustion on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a flushed glow of excitement. His eyes, as he looked at Lin Mo, were filled with undisguised amazement and fervor.

Although Liu Genghong couldn't quite grasp why "blue and white porcelain" was superior to "bronze ware," seeing Fang Wenshan's excited and restless expression, he was once again deeply moved.

Lin Mo, you're really awesome!

Liu Genghong has never seen anyone in all these years who could bring Vincent Fang to such a high.

Lin Mo was the first.

Just when creative inspiration was bursting forth and the atmosphere was perfect.

A voice, tinged with doubt and slightly muffled by an accent, interjected:

"Huh? A frog pond?"

Jay Chou, who had just finished a phone call, scratched his head, his face full of confusion, and even a little aggrieved.

"Why would I want to associate my Chinese-style song, which I wrote with so much care, with a frog pond? Are there going to be lots of frogs in there? No way, that's ridiculous."

The recording studio fell silent instantly.

Lin Mo's expression froze for two and a half seconds: "..."

He subconsciously reflected on himself.

Is it because I've been in Taiwan for too long and my Mandarin has become rusty? Or is it not accurate enough?

It's not that unreasonable, is it?

"Haha!" Liu Genghong couldn't hold back this time and burst out laughing, his shoulders shaking.

Vincent Fang glared at Jay Chou, clearly annoyed, and was at a loss for words:

"What frog pond? It's blue and white porcelain! Blue and white porcelain from Jingdezhen! Don't you ever watch the news?"

He was too lazy to waste any more words on his old partner, who was musically unconventional and often clueless about everyday life. He refocused his attention on Lin Mo, his eyes filled with fervent eagerness.

"The imagery of blue and white porcelain is wonderful! Lin Mo, don't stop, keep going! What else comes to mind when you think of blue and white porcelain? Tell me everything!"

At this moment, Fang Wenshan was no longer the arrogance and impatience he had shown before. He was like an explorer who had discovered a new continent, eager to uncover more details.

Jay Chou realized he had misheard after being yelled at by Vincent Fang, and smiled somewhat embarrassedly.

She then looked at Lin Mo with surprise and anticipation.

How did Lin Mo manage to persuade the stubborn Fang Wenshan in just the time it took to answer a phone call?

Vincent Fang has fully entered a creative state.

He found the two people standing next to him in the way, so he directly ordered them to leave and kicked them out:

"Jay Chou, Will Man, you two go out first! I need to talk to Lin Mo alone!"

His tone left no room for argument, as if Jay Chou wasn't the boss, but rather a busybody.

Jay Chou was taken aback. He and Liu Genghong exchanged a glance, both seeing helplessness and amusement in each other's eyes.

Jay Chou shrugged, gave Lin Mo a "good luck" gesture, and then walked out of the recording studio with Liu Genghong.

They even thoughtfully included that heavy soundproof door.

Downstairs in the reception area, Zeng Peici and Jiang Yuchen were chatting happily when they noticed that only Zhou Jielun and Liu Genghong came down, which puzzled them.

"Coach Liu, Jay Chou, where's Amo?"

Jay Chou smiled but didn't say anything.

Liu Genghong, with a slightly exaggerated tone, briefly recounted what had just happened upstairs: "So it was, and so it was..."

Jiang Yuchen covered her mouth in surprise after hearing this.

Zeng Peici's mouth was slightly open, and she looked completely bewildered.

ha?

That's Vincent Fang upstairs!

The lyricist of "Dong Feng Po", "Fa Ru Xue" and "Qian Li Zhi Wai" is a lyric master who has won so many awards!

Now... even Jay Chou was kicked out in order to discuss things with Amo?

She felt that she didn't know her husband very well.

Ah Mo, this is... amazing!

Jay Chou didn't seem to mind and just laughed it off:

"It's okay, let them talk. This is how inspiration strikes."

"Ah Hong, let's order afternoon tea first. We can eat while we wait; they should be here soon."

Liu Genghong nodded and made a phone call to order food.

They waited from afternoon until the city lights came on.

One cup of milk tea after another, and the snacks changed again and again.

The people downstairs went from chatting to scrolling through their phones, and then became a little restless.

Jay Chou even went to practice the piano for a while, then came back to continue waiting.

Finally, as night fell completely and Taipei's lights shone brightly outside the window.

The tightly closed door to the recording studio upstairs was finally pushed open.

Lin Mo was the first to rush out. His face was slightly pale, and he ran straight towards the restroom.

Fang Wenshan followed behind, beaming, holding a piece of paper in his hand as if it were a precious treasure.

Everyone: "???"

Zeng Peici quickly got up and walked anxiously toward the restroom.

Jay Chou and Will Liu also looked stunned.

After a while, Lin Mo came out of the bathroom, his complexion finally regaining some color.

He had a curse in his heart, but he didn't know whether he should say it or not.

If anyone ever says that Vincent Fang is a literary figure who is jealous of each other and difficult to get along with, Lin Mo will be the first to disagree!

This guy is a creative maniac; they won't even let him use the toilet!

After getting a fresh perspective from the three words "blue and white porcelain," Vincent Fang was like he'd been injected with adrenaline!

I pressed him on, starting with the glaze, then the shape, from historical origins to cultural symbols...

The problems just kept coming one after another, and they just wouldn't stop!