It took about seven or eight seconds to connect before Xu Qingyan saw a glimpse of creamy white skin, and then it switched to voice call instantly.
âMmm? Are you taking a bath?â
âWhat⦠what!â Pei Muchanâs flustered voice came through from the other end, followed by the splashing sound of a phone nearly falling into water, âDid you see anything?â
âOf course not, youâre too quick with your hands.â He was afraid Pei Muchan would hang up out of embarrassment and anger, a voice call⦠would have to do.
Another splash, and Pei Muchan spoke with slight dissatisfaction.
âItâs you, insisting on calling while Iâm taking a bath.â
Calling doesnât necessarily mean you have to pick up immediately. If itâs inconvenient, you can always call back later.
Xu Qingyan knew that if he said this, he would probably be ditched. After pondering for a moment, he changed his approach.
âYes, I figured you would be taking a bath around this time, so I specifically chose to call then.â
There was silence from the other end for a moment, then a soft reply.
âPervert.â
On the other end of the phone, the lights in the vast bathroom were bright. Thin mist rose and through the transparent top, the light shed down, with Pei Muchan leaning against the edge of the bathtub, her lips pursed and her cheeks tinted red.
The water in the bathtub was crystal clear, revealing her white body underneath. The water rippled gently, breaking the reflected light again and again, then piecing it back together.
âUm⦠Iâll be back in a few days, things are a bit complicated here. I want to give it a shot, and I plan to write a song to see if I can make a splash.â
When she heard âwrite a songâ, her heart fluttered slightly.
Whenever he wrote, it was almost always a hit, and this time he was directly speaking of âgiving it a shotâ, which stirred something indescribable in her.
He rarely talked about âgiving it a shotâ, as his personality was usually laid-back.
âWill you be singing it yourself?â Pei Muchan asked softly.
âYeah, but Iâll need your help, Iâm not good at singing.â Xu Qingyan had just finished bathing, droplets of water still falling from the tips of his hair, his phone on the desk.
His eyes were bright as he gently moved the mouse, the monotonous clicking sounds echoing in the room.
âIâll send you the score in a couple of days. Help me with the arrangement. Iâll discuss the specifics with you later, my flight is in four days.â
âAlright, fine.â Pei Muchan was half submerged in the bathtub, the water crystal clear.
âWill it affect the release of your new song?â His voice came through the phone, asking.
âNo, it wonât.â Pei Muchan shook her head, âTomorrow âAnnual Ringsâ is getting ready to launch; thereâs no issue. Whatâs the name of the new song? Can you sing a bit of it?â
She knew how Xu Qingyan worked, the melody and lyrics were all in his head, taking form only after they were mature.
âSure, no problem.â Xu Qingyan didnât refuse, while he dragged the mouse and refreshed the desktop for a while, âThe title is pretty simple, âBlue and White Porcelainâ.â
âThe drafts outline the blue flowers, the brush goes from thick to thin. The peonies drawn on the body of the vase, as fresh as your initial makeup. The faint scent of sandalwood comes through the window, I understand all your thoughts clearly. â
âOn the xuan paper, the ink flows halfway.â
The song stopped abruptly halfway through.
Instantly, a blockage formed in Pei Muchanâs heart, that familiar feeling returning. Once again, he stopped at a good part, leaving her itching for more.
She felt somewhat stifled, with a slight rise and fall in her chest.
âWhy did you stop singing?â
âForgot the lyrics, wait while I think a bit.â Xu Qingyanâs gaze remained on the screen, forgetting the lyrics was just his little lie, just so he didnât seem too enchanting.@@novelbin@@
Feng Xiu at Lin has no friends; he liked to tell little lies.
âThe azure sky waits for the mist and rain, and I wait for you. The moonlight has been scooped up, blurring the conclusion. Like an antique piece of blue and white porcelain, self-sufficiently beautiful, your eyes carry a smile.â
When the song ended on the other side, Pei Muchan soaked in the hot water of the bathtub. She sorted the lyrics and melody in her mind, and involuntarily held her breath subconsciously.
The lyrics and melody of this song, compared to all his previous songs, had the strongest traditional Chinese flavor.
Pei Muchan suddenly remembered that he had mentioned âBlue and White Porcelainâ just before and after the dating reality show. So⦠had he thought it all out already then?
In that moment, her mind was somewhat bewildered.
She had always thought of herself as somewhat talented, whether in academics or in songwriting and singing. As long as she chose the path, she would proceed more smoothly than others.
Even if she fell into a slump, she had seen the peak. At the time, both the media and fans were overwhelmingly touting her as a genius.
But now, after meeting Xu Qingyan, Pei Muchan realized she was not a genius.
Listening to âBlue and White Porcelainâ, she was sure she could never write such a profoundly traditional Chinese song in her lifetime. Upon further reflection, she felt like an ephemeral bug glimpsing the azure sky, overwhelmed by a sense of powerlessness.
âWhatâs wrong?â Xu Qingyanâs voice came through from the other end.
Pei Muchan suddenly snapped back to her senses, her gaze lowering slightly.
âMmm, nothing.â
âWhat time have you been going to bed recently?â Xu Qingyanâs voice softened with a hint of inherent concern, âAre you still eating staff meals? Iâll be home in a few days.â
At the mention of âcoming homeâ, Pei Muchan felt dazed again.
After he left, she indeed found it difficult to adapt to the current lifestyle, although it was an improvement over before. Ultimately, though, she was not accustomed to eating alone.
âOkay, waiting for you to come back.â
The two chatted for a few more moments, and she was curious about why Xu Qingyan had suddenly become so proactive this time.
âNothing much, just verifying a hypothesis. Anyway, writing a song is not a loss, might as well ride the momentum from âFragrance of Riceâ. If thereâs a chance for it to blow up, things will be a lot smoother for me.â
So it was for work, Pei Muchan knew he kept his work confidential. She decided to ask about it differently.
âAre things⦠going smoothly at work?â
âPretty smooth, havenât run into any trouble.â Xu Qingyan didnât mention the artsy man from the afternoon, nor Viagra, âWhat comes next is uncertain, if it doesnât work out, then so be it.â
âThat wonât happen, if itâs you, youâll definitely make it work.â Pei Muchan consoled him.
âGot it.â
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