The song I sang for him, of course, sounds great!
Who dares to say itâs not?
Ye Junqingâs expression softened, âItâs not bad, who composed the music and who wrote the lyrics?â
âItâs a piece by my childhood friend, Xia Qiongqiong. But I wrote the lyrics.â
âOh? You wrote the lyrics?â Ye Junqing pretented to not know and showed interest, ââYou are my earliest sunshine,â these lyrics seem to be written specifically for someone. Does it contain a special implication?â
âYou can figure that out?â
Having someone who understands her song, Ye Xingguang felt like she had found a confidant.
She wanted to say it was for Qin Junye, but considering the man gloomily refused to light incense for Qin Junye when Qin Junye died and only offered ten million as retribution to Qin Junyeâs family, Ye Xingguang kept silent.
âI wrote it for a friend of mine.â
âWas he your first sunshine?â
âMm-hmm.â
He was indeed a strong sunshine, piercing directly through the thick dark clouds, shining into her hopeless heart, making her believe in the existence of sunshine in this world.
Over the years, she was willing to help others out of regret because she believed that if he were still young, he would have done the same thing. She wanted to pass on this warmth to more people and let them feel the warmth of the world.
Ye Junqing loved her affirming âmm-hmâ sound. He lifted his hand, ruffled her hair, not even realizing how doting his actions were, saying: âWhenever you come across something you canât handle, give me a call first. Understand?â
âWhy?â
âNo why. You just need to remember, when in trouble, find me, no one else, or else I wonât let you go.â
So tonight, this isnât his concern, is it?
âWhat if youâre busy and donât have time to help?â
Before she could finish her sentence, his face already showed displeasure as if a dark cloud was gathering above her head. She wisely stopped talking. Ye Junqing said, âIâm not that busy, no matter how busy, you should call me first. Remember this!â
Ye Xingguang:
Fearing that she might forget, Ye Junqing instructed, âCopy this sentence a hundred times for me when you get home.â
âWhat?â
âNo what, write it down as soon as you get home!â Otherwise, she will definitely forget it and should always remember to think of him first!
The swift motorcade returned to Yeâs residence.
As soon as they arrived home, he handed her a pen and paper and said, âWrite it carefully or else Iâll have to punish you according to the house rules!â
Ye Xingguang took the pen and paper back to her room and threw it on the desk. She wasnât going to write it; She wasnât a primary school student who needed to be punished with homework. It was more important to take a nap.
However, after lying down, she thought she could sleep as soon as she touched the bed, but her mind was full of realization about her heart.
Half an hour later, it was early dawn. She couldnât control her hand and sent a WeChat message to the man in the room across.
âDing-dongâ
Little Fish Tail: [Are you still awake?]
Ye Junqing wasnât asleep, he was listening to âYou are my earliest sunshineâ over and over again with his earphones. He was so engrossed in it that a WeChat notification interrupted the music.
He scrunched up his eyebrows, thinking to see who dared disturb him. He was surprised to find it was the Little Fish Tail.
This woman, sent him a message at this hour, so quickly had she finished writing?
âDing-dongâ
Big Tumor: [Finished writing?]
Ye Xingguang stared at the message from Ye Junqing, snorted, and then replied back.
âDing-dongâ
Little Fish Tail: [Iâm hungry, I want to eat the steak you make.]