Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

Luo Qianyu ultimately didn't change that lyric.

three days later.

The top-of-the-line recording studio on the B3 floor of the Penguin Music headquarters building.

To curry favor with Mingyue Qingfeng, Ma Dongteng vacated the best-equipped studio in the entire building. A top male singer who had originally booked that studio was suddenly notified to move to the next one, and it's said that the superstar's face turned green on the spot.

When Luo Qianyu walked into the building carrying a bag of oranges, the receptionist almost jumped up from her chair.

"Hello, Teacher Luo! Mr. Ma has instructed that you and Teacher Mingyue Qingfeng will be using booth B3-01 for the entire day today."

"The lounge next door is also reserved for you. It has coffee, desserts, fruit platters, and—"

Luo Qianyu held up the plastic bag in her hand.

"I brought my own oranges."

The receptionist was taken aback.

Luo Qianyu had already entered the elevator.

The corridor on B3 was covered with soundproof carpet and softly lit. Luo Qianyu pushed open the door to the outer room of the recording studio.

Xu Qing has arrived.

He sat in a swivel chair in front of the mixing console, with a huge monitor in front of him running professional music production software. The demo waveform of "Xiao Yu" filled the entire timeline.

There was a person standing next to Xu Qing.

female.

Tall, with long hair and delicate features, he wore a well-tailored white shirt, the second button undone.

The woman was bending over next to Xu Qing, pointing her finger at a waveform on the screen.

Luo Qianyu estimated that the distance between the two people was no more than 20 centimeters.

Luo Qianyu stood at the door carrying oranges.

Didn't move.

Two seconds later, the woman turned her head.

"Hello, are you Luo Qianyu?"

She extended her hand, smiling generously.

"My name is Lin Na, and I graduated from Berklee College of Music with a major in production. Mr. Ma arranged for me to assist with the recording of 'Xiao Yu'."

Luo Qianyu looked at the outstretched hand.

He glanced again at the distance between Lin Na and Xu Qing.

"Hello there."

I held on for a moment and then let go.

Luo Qianyu walked to the sofa and sat down, placing the bag of oranges on the coffee table.

Lin Na has turned back to continue her discussion with Xu Qing.

"Mr. Mingyue Qingfeng, I listened to the demo of 'Xiaoyu' three times. The overall melody is fantastic, but I have some suggestions for the production."

Linna opened her laptop and played an audio file.

"Listen, if we add synthwave-style electronic effects to the chorus and then layer a trap drum kit on top, the song's market acceptance will increase significantly."

A flashy electronic beat blared from the speaker.

Xu Qing sat in the chair, motionless.

Lin Na became more and more excited as she spoke, and her body unconsciously leaned closer to Xu Qing.

"Young people these days love this kind of thing. Pure guitar playing and singing is too monotonous. We can keep the main melody, but the arrangement must be more trendy—"

"Teacher Mingyue Qingfeng, what do you think of this low-frequency processing—"

As she spoke, she tapped the screen again, her entire body almost touching Xu Qing's shoulder.

Luo Qianyu, sitting on the sofa, had already peeled the orange in her hand until it was mushy.

The orange peel was broken into more than fifty pieces.

Luo Qianyu stood up.

She walked up to Xu Qing with a segment of orange in her hand.

"Thirsty? Have an orange."

The orange was stuffed directly into Xu Qing's mouth.

Then she took out a tissue from her pocket, bent down, and carefully wiped Xu Qing's forehead.

Xu Qing's forehead was completely dry.

The recording studio is kept at a constant temperature of 22 degrees Celsius.

Linna paused for a moment as she watched this scene.

Luo Qianyu wiped away the non-existent sweat, turned around and smiled at Lin Na.

"Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Lin. Please continue."

A bright smile.

There was no warmth in his eyes.

Linna tactfully moved half a step to the side.

But she clearly didn't fully understand the air.

"Ms. Luo Qianyu, actually, the arrangement I just discussed with Teacher Mingyue Qingfeng is really suitable for this song. You're a professional singer too, so you should understand—"

"The market needs novelty. Pure guitar playing and singing has a relatively low completion rate on streaming platforms."

Linna opened another set of data charts.

"When I was working on my dissertation at Berkeley, I specifically studied the listening preference model in the Chinese-speaking market. The data showed—"

Xu Qing spoke up.

"stop."

Just one word.

Linna's mouth remained half-open.

Xu Qing turned his chair around to face Lin Na.

"Is what Berkeley taught you about gilding the lily?"

Linna's expression changed.

"Teacher Mingyue Qingfeng, I'm just speaking from a professional perspective—"

"This song is one I wrote for my girlfriend."

Xu Qing spoke in a flat tone.

"Apart from her voice, any other instrument is rubbish."

Linna stood still, her lips moving slightly.

Xu Qing had already turned back to face the screen.

"No assistance is needed here. You can leave now."

The recording studio was silent for a full five seconds.

Linna's face turned pale for a moment, then red.

She closed her laptop and tucked it under her arm.

"Well... I'm sorry to bother you."

Linna quickly walked out of the recording studio.

The door closed very quietly.

Luo Qianyu stood behind Xu Qing.

He forced the corners of his mouth down as far as he could.

It can't be suppressed.

It's completely uncontrollable.

The corners of his mouth turned up as if he had lost control.

"Xu Qing."

"Um."

"Wasn't what you just said a bit too much? He's a Berkeley graduate, after all."

Xu Qing didn't turn around.

"Her suggestion is rubbish."

"Could you please watch your mouth?"

"cannot."

Luo Qianyu sat down in the chair next to him.

"But you don't have to be so absolute. Any unnecessary instruments are just trash. What if they go back and cry?"

Xu Qing finally turned her head and glanced at her.

"When you came in just now, her hand almost touched my shoulder."

Luo Qianyu's expression froze for a moment.

"I didn't notice."

"You've practically turned the orange in your hand into marmalade. You're telling me you didn't notice?"

Luo Qianyu looked down at her hands, which were covered in orange juice.

"I'm peeling an orange."

"Do you need to grind the orange into powder to peel it?"

Luo Qianyu chuckled twice.

Xu Qing reached out her hand.

He pinched Luo Qianyu's left cheek with two fingers and pulled it outward.

Then he pinched her right cheek and pulled it outwards.

Luo Qianyu's face was stretched into that of a pufferfish.

"Xu—Qing—let—go—out—your—hand—"

"Stop pretending. Your grin is practically reaching the back of your head."

Luo Qianyu slapped his hand away.

She rubbed her cheek, which was red from being pulled, and glared at Xu Qing.

"Could you please go easy on me? I'm someone who needs to be on camera. Are you going to take responsibility if my face gets swollen?"

Xu Qing has already gone back to adjust the arrangement parameters.

"I'll take responsibility. At worst, I'll Photoshop it for you."

Luo Qianyu almost choked on her words.

She sat next to him and rubbed her face for a minute before leaning over to look at the parameters Xu Qing had adjusted.

"Are you really planning to just use pure guitar for the arrangement? Without even adding drums?"

Add a little. Not much.

Xu Qing clicked on an audio track.

"For the light drum kit, just add a layer when strumming. Nothing else is needed."

Luo Qianyu listened to the preview once.

It was spotless.

The moment the guitar started playing, the air in the entire studio seemed to soften.

"It sounds so nice," Luo Qianyu whispered.

Xu Qing didn't respond to that.

He pushed the fader on the mixing console.

"Let's go inside. Let's try it out first."

Luo Qianyu stood up, cleared her throat, pushed open the soundproof glass door, walked into the recording studio, and put on her monitoring headphones.

I could see Xu Qing sitting behind the mixing console through the glass.

His fingers rested on the clippers, and his mouth was close to the walkie-talkie microphone.

"Are you ready?"

Luo Qianyu gave an OK sign into the microphone.

The intro flowed in through my headphones.

The guitar tone is ten times more refined than the demo version.

Luo Qianyu closed her eyes and spoke.

There are always some surprising encounters, like when I met you.

The sound is transmitted from the microphone to the speakers on the mixing console.

The door to the outer room of the recording studio was pushed open a crack at some point.

Linna, who had just been chased away, stood outside the crack in the door.

She originally wanted to come back to retrieve the USB drive she had left on the table.

But the moment Luo Qianyu's voice came from the speaker, Lin Na stopped in her tracks.

That voice was really nice.

Clean, clear, simply pleasant to the ear.

There are no fancy techniques, no vocal runs, no dolphin sounds, and no fancy switching between true and false voices.

It's just singing quietly.

Singing the chorus.

"No matter what the future holds, at least we are happy now."

Lin Na looked at Xu Qing's back behind the mixing console.

Xu Qing's fingers were finely adjusting the parameters on the clipper, her movements very gentle.

But Lina noticed that there was a slight curve at the corner of his mouth.

It's almost impossible to tell.

But he was definitely laughing.

Linna silently closed the door.

I won't take the USB drive.

She walked down the corridor, took out her phone, and sent a message to her assistant.

"I'm not going back to that recording studio."

"That couple is showing off their love in there."

"Going in there would be suicide."

In the recording studio.

Luo Qianyu finished singing the first time.

She took off her headphones, pushed open the soundproof door, and walked out.

"How is it?"

Xu Qing stared at the waveform on the screen for five seconds.

"The ending note of the second verse ends too early. Leave it for half a beat longer."

"And the last 'you' in the chorus, your breath control wasn't steady enough. Let's do it again."

Luo Qianyu rolled her eyes.

"Couldn't you at least say something complimentary first?"

Xu Qing turned up the volume of the monitor speaker by one notch.

"You got carried away after I praised you. And once you got carried away, you couldn't sing well."

Luo Qianyu turned around angrily and walked back to the recording studio.

Put on your headphones.

Second time.

The third time.

Fourth time.

Xu Qing could find new faults with each reading.

On the seventh time, Luo Qianyu rushed out, snatched the mineral water in front of Xu Qing, and drank half of it.

"My throat is burning. Let me rest for five minutes."

Xu Qing took an orange from the coffee table and handed it to her.

"To moisten your throat."

Luo Qianyu took the orange and began to peel it.

This time, I peeled it very gently.

He peeled a petal and put it in his own mouth, then peeled another petal and offered it to Xu Qing's mouth.

Xu Qing opened her mouth and ate it.

In the corridor outside the recording studio, three Penguin Music staff members squatted in the corner, looking inside through the glass in the door.

"Feed me a petal. I'll feed you a petal too."

"I'm going to die."

"The person who wrote 'Quietly' truly lives up to his reputation. He can even make eating oranges feel like an idol drama."

"What do you think will happen when this new song is released?"

The three people exchanged a glance.

"fry."