Chapter 198: So Short, Didn’t Feel A Thing
“Your plane ticket, I’ve bought it for you.”
Previously, when seeing Yu Wei’s songs become the subject of netizen discussion, Qi Luo An would send him a few screenshots of positive reviews with “Encouraging each other.”
This time it’s different; this time she sent a screenshot of the ticket purchase.
Qi Luo An attached great importance to Yu Wei coming to visit at home. Since it was said to be an invitation, naturally there was no intention of letting him spend money himself.
What is called sincerity? This is called sincerity.
“But I could originally get the company to reimburse it…”
“?”
Yu Wei hadn’t expected her to be so generous. Originally, he was going to attend the concert and grand ceremony, and the company would arrange the itinerary for him.
But since she took the initiative to buy the ticket, that’s fine too; anyway, he wouldn’t lose out.
“Then can you get the company to refund me the money?”
Hearing that two thousand had been spent, Qi Luo An felt like ants were crawling all over her body. This kind of thing should have been free of charge; it’s a huge loss.
“What do you think?”
The regular process was impossible; settling it through personal relationships might work, but which star settles personal accounts with capital for two thousand?
I am Yu Wei, transfer the money.
He also didn’t have time to quibble with Qi Luo An about this, but since she had come to him proactively, it was a good opportunity to talk about something serious.
“Your song is ready; take it and write.”
Zhou Mumu’s competition outcome had no suspense left; a difference of hundreds of thousands of votes couldn’t be overturned, and it was time to prepare for the next one.
He planned to write this song of Shen Yutong’s in Qi Luo An’s book. The other party didn’t know this song, so he needed to make a slight draft.
Yu Wei sent a picture over, which contained the basic information of this song.
‘《Rain Butterfly》
A lyrical song full of twists and turns.
Little Shen’s voice is as lingering and mournful as Jiangnan Misty Rain, interpreting the sorrow of classical tenderness; Little Qi uses explosive power to perform the boldness of “Breakout of the Cocoon Butterfly Wings,” breaking out of the cocoon and reborn.’
Qi Luo An was stunned upon seeing the song title; why did it seem somewhat familiar…
“Even the chorus division is done?”
From the textual description, this song seemed very suitable for them. Shen Yutong’s voice and temperament were quite classical, and she indeed only had explosive power to offer.
The scene of their chorus of Under the Flying Clouds was still fresh in memory; her high note had been brought out by Yu Wei.
Saying it was tailor-made might be narcissistic, but this song’s compatibility with them was indeed exaggerated.
Although Qi Luo An had kept complaining about it being slow during the process, just thinking about it showed that creating an original song while accommodating both their voice characteristics was definitely very difficult. She hadn’t expected him to finish it so quickly.
“Just something done in passing.”
It was just finding the answer with a question; Yu Wei still loved listening to music, and he had some reserves of all kinds of songs. He wasn’t afraid of not finding one, just afraid it would be hard to find a good one.
The more precise the song requirements, the easier it was to select. Shen Yutong and Qi Luo An’s timbre characteristics were very clear, plus it was a female duet, so this song was indeed the most suitable.
Rain Butterfly was the ending theme of Still Little Princess Season One, which had some years on it. The most recent big hit version was probably the duet by Deng Ziqi and Zhang Liangying.
Although not the original singer, this song was more suitable for the two of them to sing than many original works; the style was similar, and it wouldn’t create other inexplicable rhythms.
Some female duet songs had too much “same” flavor; singing them wasn’t an issue, but it was easy to be overinterpreted, even associating with strange groups.
In the current internet environment, being cautious was always right.
“Any more? Give me a few more?”
Qi Luo An scratched her head, not knowing where to start for a moment. With just these few lines of information, it wasn’t easy for her to write.
People can’t write well about things beyond their cognition; she hadn’t even heard the song, so she was completely in the dark. She couldn’t just write nonsense based on assumptions.
“That’s all there is.”
Yu Wei wasn’t a supercomputer; who, a normal person, remembers that much song information? Being able to mention some style characteristics was already very good.
“Then sing a couple of lines for me to hear.”
Qi Luo An directly called him without another word. “You sing a couple of lines; I’ll find the feeling and write myself.”
He’d written the song, so he couldn’t possibly not know how to sing it…
“Alright then.”
Yu Wei hesitated for two seconds but still answered the call. In the past, he really wouldn’t have dared to do this casually, but after Singing and Smiling, he already had certain basic skills.
Although the song hadn’t been redeemed yet, he could still sing a couple of lines; after all, he only remembered two lines.
“Rare.”
In the brief silence on the other end of the phone, Qi Luo An’s eyelashes trembled lightly, and the scene of him singing had already appeared in her mind.
It seemed he rarely sang songs that hadn’t appeared in the book; she had hit the jackpot today.
“I fly towards you, rain gently falling
Like your embrace surrounding me.”
Yu Wei’s voice was slightly green but exceptionally sincere; each word seemed to carry heavy memories, the drama watched as a child, fresh in memory.
Just two simple lines, yet listening to them, Qi Luo An surprisingly felt a tingling sensation from her earlobes to the tip of her heart. She hadn’t expected this to happen.
She had clearly heard Yu Wei sing many times before; what was going on today?
Along with it came an inexplicable joy and satisfaction; she wanted to keep listening, but unfortunately, Yu Wei soon had no more to say.
“Started yet?”
“It’s already over.”
“So short; I didn’t feel it.”
“…”
What they were talking about was naturally singing; Qi Luo An wanted to listen to the song to get a feel, but these two lines were too short; she only got a rough idea.
But she now had some idea of the song’s style; she could improvise from there, and as long as it didn’t deviate too much, there shouldn’t be any issues.
“How did it feel?”
Yu Wei wanted to hear the objective evaluation from this combat power measurement unit; currently, his basic skills still weren’t up to one An’s level, and the framework was not yet complete.
Qi Luo An hesitated for a long time without speaking. Honestly, she wanted to give it 10.0; there was no objectivity, all subjective. This feeling of soft singing over the mobile phone was great, more wonderful than any stage.
Of course, if he could sing it in person, it would be even better; in person, she could give 12 points…
“6 points; too short.”
Just two lines, and Qi Luo An couldn’t even taste the flavor; how to score? He wasn’t even willing to sing two more lines. Sigh.
This score was about what Yu Wei had expected, but as his foundation solidified, his standard would only get higher; just accumulate a bit more.
“So, when will we get the song?”
This draft was just for Qi Luo An to use in writing the novel; to practice singing, they definitely needed a score, or a demo would do.
“Wait until you finish writing the song plot first.”
Yu Wei didn’t say more; after hanging up proactively, he went to help Tian Jun practice singing. He’d finish the matters at hand first.
This was exactly what Qi Luo An wanted; she’d long wanted to imitate Yu Wei by writing a new song in the novel. The novel’s rhythm was too slow, lacking that virtual becomes reality feeling.
“Rebirth: I Am Yu Wei.”
Qi Luo An didn’t start writing right away but first reported the progress to Shen Yutong, giving her some assurance to avoid her worrying again.
It really couldn’t be blamed on Shen Yutong for being fragile; three consecutive times of “love but not obtained” would make anyone uncomfortable for days.
First time, someone else was chosen; second time, someone else wasn’t selected; third time, someone else had no opportunity to select. It had already worn her out.
“Rain Butterfly; why does it sound familiar?”
Shen Yutong also felt it was familiar after hearing the song title; this wasn’t just a simple coincidence. Both of them had heard it, obviously a work with the same name.
“Heard it but can’t remember; maybe it’s quite niche…”
The more Qi Luo An thought, the more off it felt. A quick search left her stunned; there really was a work with the same name, sung by Ye Ranzhi.
How is it her grandmother’s song? Niche singer Ye Ranzhi?
She couldn’t be blamed for not remembering; this song was one piece in Moon Letter Triple Chorus; the three songs were usually mentioned as a whole.
Plus, it was an old song from the last century; not remembering was completely normal, after all, her grandmother had many representative works.
“Numbering the classics and forgetting the ancestors, numbering the classics and forgetting the ancestors.”
Shen Yutong was cultured after all; although she meant “filial piety has killed me,” her expression was quite tactful.
“Awkward diss; I like Wind Floss among the three songs, Moon Letter is the most popular, no impression of Rain Butterfly is very normal.”
Qi Luo An naturally wouldn’t admit it. Her grandmother was so good to her; even she didn’t remember clearly, Qi Yuan definitely didn’t know either…
But now a new problem seemed to arise: the song they were going to sing had the same name as a veteran artist’s work. Should they avoid it?
Same name isn’t scary; the inferior one will be embarrassed. Even if not inferior, it would inevitably be compared, and music apps always have some order on search.
“How about changing the name?”
Shen Yutong suggested softly; with her personality, it naturally wasn’t out of fear, mainly because Qi Luo An had this family relationship.
It actually wasn’t a big deal; it just depended on whether to respect one’s own elder… After all, this kind of thing was easily compared longitudinally.
Granddaughter comparing with grandmother? Turning the world upside down?
“No change.”
Qi Luo An was unusually firm; the song title is the core of a song. How could it be changed just like that? Changing name for this reason was too frustrating.
Could she let Yu Wei be wronged?
From Qi Luo An’s understanding of her grandmother, she probably wouldn’t mind this, but for safety, she still had to mention it.
Not to seek her approval, but to let her know.
As a result, as soon as Qi Luo An greeted her, her grandmother directly sent a red envelope, making Qi Luo An feel quite embarrassed.
What did she take her for?
Qi Luo An casually accepted the red envelope: 66.66, too little…
She briefly mentioned the Rain Butterfly matter; not only was Ye Ranzhi unconcerned, she even clearly showed some expectation.
“Where are you singing? I’ll come watch.”
This child had been able to sing since young, then suddenly stopped; this matter thus became a knot in Ye Ranzhi’s heart.
Now there was a chance to see An An sing, and it was a new song with the same name as her own work; this feeling was hard to describe in words.
She didn’t know what the occasion was exactly; even her own stubborn granddaughter, who had firmly quit the industry, was going to join in the fun. She really had to go see…
“Can’t watch; it’s in the book.”
Fake competition was still too abstract for the older generation. What does it mean to write a competition in a novel and make it real?
It sounded completely like children playing house, but upon inquiring, even Zhong Qing had gone to join in the fun.
“Is this competition that interesting?”
An An going she could understand as young people being playful, but if old friends had gone too, this competition seemed not simple.
Ye Ranzhi casually looked it up and soon noticed that familiar name.
“It’s you again.”
It was time to find an opportunity to meet.
