House Dad's Literary Life

Chapter 135

Chapter 135 – Not Yet Hot

Mo Fei stood on the balcony, looking over at the Grand Canal that was hard to make out, with only a few lights on the shore. The night breeze blew her loose hair flying, but she didn’t care. She was just thinking in silence.

Suddenly, there was a weight on her shoulder, and a coat was draped over her shoulder, which was somewhat cold due to the river wind. Mo Fei looked back and saw Yang Yi’s angular face.

Although he was facing away from the light, his face was still so discernible and handsome.

“Why haven’t you rested yet?” Yang Yi walked to Mo Fei’s side and leaned leisurely against the railing.

“I can’t sleep. Maybe I had a good time playing the piano today?” Mo Fei said with a faint smile.

When this two people were alone together, it was easy to get into an awkward silence situation. Yang Yi was not good at chatting with others, but he was good at listening. While Mo Fei was also an unsocial person. Both of them are stuffy cans1, suddenly quieting down after talking for a bit. The atmosphere was very awkward.

After a while, Mo Fei seemed to have made up her mind and said to Yang Yi, “You know about my new album, right?”

Yang Yi hesitated, not knowing how to answer.

New album? Which new album? Was it the previous comeback album? Or the new album she was working on right now?

If it was the latter, Yang Yi felt that if he was not Mu Li’ang, it would be very difficult for him to get the news that Mo Fei was working on a new album.

“Is the situation bad?” Yang Yi hesitated for a moment and chose the former.

Mo Fei nodded, her expression was calm, but there was bitterness in her voice: “It’s the worst-selling album since my debut…”

Yang Yi was silent for a while, then said: “I can see that you have been under a lot of pressure in the past two months.”

However, Mo Fei didn’t want to complain to him. She has long been used to bearing heavy burden by herself. Mo Fei calmly said to Yang Yi: “Now there’s an opportunity. A fan has written me a song. It’s very good. if I do not say his name, you may have a hard time guessing who he is!”

“……”

There was no fluctuation in Yang Yi’s outward appearance, but inside, he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, “it’s me! Do I still have to guess?”

However, when Mo Fei saw Yang Yi’s expressionless face, she felt uneasy. She had been worried about this issue: “Are you angry?”

“Huh?” Mo Fei asked this question without rhyme or reason, which made Yang Yi confused.

Mo Fei pursed her lips and said in a low voice, “You are angry!”

“What?” Yang Yi’s head was now full of question marks. Just like being pulled by a string, it came out one after another.2

Mo Fei felt a little aggrieved in her heart, but she didn’t show it. She just said in a low voice, “You don’t have to care about it so much! Although he is a male fan, he said that he only wanted to write me a song because he likes my voice! Moreover, he is also the songwriter of the song “Long Time No See” sung by Chen Yijie, Mu Li’ang!”

“Mu Li’ang?” Yang Yi pretended to be surprised, then said with a smile, “He wrote you a song. Why should I care? That’s a good thing!”

Yang Yi was still worried that Mo Fei would think too much, so he “helped” persuade Mo Fei: “The songs written by Mu Li’ang are very good. You should be happy that such an amazing person wrote you a song! Your next album will certainly sell to the level of platinum like Chen Yijie!”

Mo Fei was somewhat confused by her own thoughts and Yang Yi’s reaction.

It’s not right! Isn’t Yang Yi supposed to care?

Mo Fei remembered that shortly after she told Yang Yi that she was going to make a comeback, she took part in a program and sang a song with a male singer. As a result, on the weekend she sent Xixi over to play with her father, Yang Yi had a dark face3], which was even fiercer than his usual stiff face!4

“The lyrics of the song he wrote for me might be a little ambiguous!” Mo Fei hesitated for a moment, but still spoke out very honestly.

Since Mo Fei has already said this much, Yang Yi had to follow along and asked: “How ambiguous?”

“I’ll sing it to you, but please don’t mind it. He said that this song is not written for me, but for the woman he loves. He wrote it for me for no other reason than because they are suitable for me to sing, so I hope I can sing them well!” Mo Fei’s heart was beating like a drum, and she gave Yang Yi a forewarning first.

Yang Yi nodded gently. He was quite looking forward to it. He wanted to know how Mo Fei would sound when she sang the song he had prepared for her.

“Without any precaution, and without a trace of apprehension…”

In the breezy night air, Mo Fei’s ethereal voice rose gently, like the nightingale in Chekhov’s works:

“…… when the singer gently opened her beak, its crisp, sweet singing resounded in the whole forest. Even the accompaniment band was so excited that they forgot to play, and they all listened with bated breath. The nightingale’s singing was full of strength and tenderness……”

Yang Yi listened with almost bated breath. His eyes fell on Mo Fei’s face, but it seemed to have no focus and seemed to be so focused that it made Mo Fei a little nervous.5

Finally, she finished singing a part of the song.

Mo Fei couldn’t bear it anymore and asked Yang Yi, “What do you think?”

“Ah?” Yang Yi came back to his senses and subconsciously said, “It sounds good, but there are a few parts that haven’t been handled properly.”

“Huh?” Mo Fei was a little confused by Yang Yi’s answer.

“For example, ‘from my world, without a word’ you should sing this part a little bit longer. I think a little faster rhythm may sound better. Also, in this part ‘Even though we were strangers, just passing by each other, we still felt each other. One look, one beat of the heart.’ have you found that it has a sense of rhythm? You should sing…” Yang Yi compared Mo Fei’s singing style with the original, and there were really many differences.

Although Mo Fei’s singing has a plainer and more sentimental feel than the original, Mo Fei hasn’t polished the detail that much.

Mo Fei’s interest was aroused by Yang Yi. She pulled Yang Yi and asked him to sing all the things he had just mentioned, so that she could feel how the rhythm should change.

In the end, Mo Fei was impressed by Yang Yi’s interpretation of the original song. She said with emotion: “You’re very talented in music. It’s just a pity that there’s a problem with your voice. You haven’t opened your voice before, and you don’t know the correct way of vocalization and breathing rhythm!”

“Starting tomorrow, you will practice your voice with me!” Mo Fei said seriously, “I’m going to teach you to sing!”

Yang Yi himself knew his weakness. In his previous life, his voice was damage as a child and his voice was like sandpaper, so he never thought of learning to sing. In this life, his predecessor was even more unlikely to learn this.

“I’m okay with that, but I have to teach Xixi to practice swordsmanship in the morning!” Yang Yi scratched his head.

“You’ll have to wait for her to get up. We’ll be back long before she gets up!” Mo Fei said, “I’m going to run with you and practice our voice!”

She finally found something that they could do together!

Wait a minute. Mo Fei realized she was straying from the topic!

“No, I mean, what do you think of this song?”

“Very good! Mu Ziang wrote a good song, and you sang it better!” Yang Yi praised.

“That’s not what I meant!” Mo Fei stamped her foot anxiously and said annoyed, “Don’t you think the lyrics are ambiguous? But you shouldn’t care about it, because Mu Li’ang himself has said that these songs are written for the woman he loves, so don’t misunderstand! If you still don’t believe me, I can show you his email…”

Do I want to read it again? I’m the one who wrote it!

Yang Yi was so amused by this straightforward girl that he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He simply pressed his hands on Mo Fei’s shoulder through the draped coat, and turned her body to him. He looked at her panicking eyes, and said with a smile, “Listen, Mo Fei, I’m telling you, I really don’t care!”

“I’m happy that Mu Li’ang wrote a song for you! And I’m happier when you sing to me! I hope you can continue to work hard and sing happily on your stage! So, feel free to use it!” Yang Yi looked at Mo Fei gently.

“Um…” Mo Fei was a little over 1.7 meters tall, but in front of Yang Yi, she was as petite as a bird. When Yang Yi looked at her so “domineeringly”, she couldn’t help blushing and felt her heart beat uncontrollably.

Suddenly, it seemed there was this awkward silence again, the balcony fell silent. But the atmosphere became a little bit charming and gentle…

Yang Yi forgot to let go. Mo Fei was as delicate as purple-white bellflower in front of him. Her eyes darted like a deer, and her red lips slightly opened like petals, which inevitably made his mouth dry.

In his heart, he was already ready to move, but he was afraid to that he might offend the beautiful woman.6

“I…”

“You…”

After a long time, the two spoke almost at the same time.

“You go first.” Yang Yi said.

“I want to go back to bed. I’m so sleepy!” Mo Fei’s voice was as thin as silk. She lowered her head and dared not look at Yang Yi’s burning eyes.

“Um, that’s also what I wanted to say.” Although Yang Yi was a little disappointed, he immediately let go of her and said in a gentle voice, “It’s late, you should rest. You also said that you’re going to get up early tomorrow.”

Mo Fei lowered her head and walked to the living room shyly, but stopped again and turned her head. She looked at Yang Yi and bit her lower lip. “Thank you for tonight!”

It was unknown whether she was thanking Yang Yi for the coat or for Yang Yi’s understanding.

Shoutout to Lepsy. Thanks for the support.