HPDBC Chapter 88 Su Qingge wondered: Why does this melody sound like something Lin Zhou hummed?
Chapter 88 Su Qingge wondered: Why does this melody sound like something Lin Zhou hummed?
The story behind the crack in the door continues.
Lin Zhou's voice was gentle and deep, with a reassuring rhythm.
Su Qingge leaned against the cold wall of the corridor, her palms covered in cold sweat.
so similar.
That subtle, almost imperceptible pause when speaking, that habit of lowering the pitch at the end of a sentence.
It's exactly the same as the voice-changing "Qilin" lead singer.
"Could it be...?"
An utterly absurd idea grew wildly in her mind like weeds.
But soon she shook her head, trying to shake the idea off.
How is that possible?
Who is Lin Zhou?
He is a tone-deaf person who can't even read sheet music and can only sing "Heroes' Song" at karaoke.
He's a stay-at-home dad who, aside from cooking, taking care of the kids, and occasionally cracking jokes, has absolutely no artistic talent.
If he were a Qilin (a mythical creature), then pigs could fly and the Chinese national football team could win championships.
"Su Qingge, you've really gone mad."
She rubbed her temples with a self-deprecating smile. "I guess I've been too tired lately and am having auditory hallucinations."
Just as she was about to turn around and go back to her room, a vague memory suddenly struck her like lightning.
That was three days ago.
It was also in this house, in the kitchen.
That day, Lin Zhou was frying meatballs and seemed to be in a good mood, humming a tune to himself.
She was looking at reports in the living room at the time, and she thought he was being noisy, so she yelled at him.
What was he humming back then?
"Just because I glanced at you in the crowd..."
The melody was intermittent, out of tune, and even a bit off-key.
But looking back now, I can still picture the direction of that melody, the turning point.
It's clearly "Legend"!
boom--!
Su Qingge abruptly stopped, as if the blood in her body was flowing backwards at that moment.
If it's a coincidence, it's too much of a coincidence!
His new song was only released today, but he was already humming it three days ago?
unless……
He wrote this song!
Or perhaps he had already seen that "Qilin" before?
Su Qingge's eyes sharpened, and she abruptly changed course from her original plan to return to her room, heading straight for the restaurant downstairs.
She needs verification.
……
Half an hour later, it was dinner time.
The dining table was laden with four dishes and a soup, all meticulously prepared by Lin Zhou, and each dish was a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate.
Lin Zhou, wearing an apron, was patiently peeling shrimp for Nuonuo. His movements were skilled and his expression focused; he looked every bit the devoted and caring father.
"Honey, eat! What are you daydreaming about?"
Lin Zhou put the peeled shrimp into Su Qingge's bowl, smiling憨厚ly, "The shrimp are especially fresh today, you should try them."
Su Qingge did not touch her chopsticks.
She sat there, clutching her phone tightly, her gaze sweeping across Lin Zhou's face like a searchlight.
"Lin Zhou".
She suddenly spoke, her voice somewhat strained.
"Hmm? What's wrong? Is the food too salty?" Lin Zhou didn't even look up, and put another piece of pork rib on Nuonuo's plate.
Su Qingge didn't speak, but simply tapped the screen a few times with her finger.
Connect to Bluetooth speaker.
"Play - Legend".
next second.
The ethereal and melodious song "Legend," which went viral online, rang out loud in the restaurant's top-of-the-line surround sound system.
The volume was turned up very high, almost deafening.
The prelude begins, and the song starts.
Su Qingge stared intently at Lin Zhou, not missing a single micro-expression on his face.
She is waiting.
Wait until he reveals a flaw, wait until he shows that "creator's unique pride," or even just a moment of panic.
however.
Lin Zhou's reaction surprised her greatly.
He frowned, seemingly thinking the sound was too loud, reached up and picked at his ear, muttering with a look of disgust:
"Honey, let's eat. Why are you making such a racket? It'll give you indigestion."
"What do you think of this song?"
Su Qingge ignored his complaints, leaned forward, and stared intently at him.
Lin Zhou stuffed a piece of braised pork into his mouth, chewing and mumbling his comments:
"It's just so-so."
"good?"
Su Qingge narrowed her eyes. "The whole internet is saying this is a masterpiece, heavenly music, and you think it's just so-so?"
"Hey, they're just unsophisticated."
Lin Zhou swallowed the meat in his mouth, striking a pose as if he were giving orders, though it looked more like he was talking nonsense:
"Look at this song, the melody starts so high, it's like the singer can't catch their breath. And this line..."
Just then, the song playing on the stereo started, "When I think of you, you're at the ends of the earth."
Lin Zhou hummed along:
When I miss you—you're—uh—on the horizon~~~~
That shout was like a car crash.
He sang off-key all the way to his grandma's house, unable to hit the high notes or the low notes, and even cracked in the middle!
The sound was like the final, agonizing cry of a male duck being choked before it dies.
It sounds awful.
It sounds extremely awful.
Even Nuonuo, who was gnawing on ribs, covered her ears in disgust: "Daddy, stop singing! It's awful! Nuonuo's ears are going to break!"
Lin Zhou, however, didn't seem to care. Instead, he shrugged smugly.
"See, I told you this song wouldn't work, didn't I? It cracks as soon as you start singing it."
"If you ask me, 'Two Tigers' is much more catchy and easy to remember, suitable for all ages."
"Honey, your taste has gotten so bad! You can even cry over a song like this?"
After saying that, he picked up another piece of green vegetable with his chopsticks and ate it with great relish.
Su Qingge: "..."
Looking at the tone-deaf man in front of her, with his "unique" aesthetic sense and disdain for popular songs, her tense shoulders finally relaxed.
fake.
I must be overthinking it.
With his raspy voice and his inexplicably confident musical talent, how could he possibly be the brilliant "Qilin"?
The few lines he hummed three days ago were probably just demo clips he'd overheard on the street or somewhere else.
After all, the "Qilin" is so mysterious, it might have already come to the vicinity of Cloud Top Manor to gather inspiration.
"Alright, stop singing, it's killing me."
Su Qingge rubbed her temples, turned off the stereo, and felt a mix of disappointment and relief.
Although the guess was tempting, reason told her that reality is often harsh.
Lin Zhou is Lin Zhou.
He's the kind of guy who can cook, take care of kids, and is occasionally a bit clever—a freeloader, not some hidden genius.
"Let's eat."
When Lin Zhou saw that she had turned off the music, a subtle slyness flashed deep in his eyes.
That was close.
I almost got caught.
That cracked voice he just uttered was something he had to use all his acting skills to force out; his throat still hurts.
If his wife found out that he wrote the song, and then connected it to the pseudonym "Qilin"...
How can I live off a woman in peace after that? Won't I be forced to work at a company as a laborer, writing songs every day?
That won't do.
His ambition is to settle down, to have a wife and kids and a warm bed, not to become some kind of music industry godfather.
Everyone had their own ulterior motives while eating the meal.
After the meal, the nanny, Aunt Wang, took Nuonuo to take a bath.
Only Lin Zhou and Su Qingge remained in the living room.
Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the night was hazy, and the city lights twinkled in the distance.
The crisis is over.
It wasn't just a crisis at the company, but also the knot in Su Qingge's heart.
Although Lin Zhou is not a Qilin, everything he has done these past few days has been genuinely protecting this family.
Su Qingge leaned back on the sofa, watching Lin Zhou tidy up the table.
The warm yellow light shone on him, outlining the broad lines of his back.
She suddenly realized that although this man didn't have extraordinary talent or immense wealth, he gave her a sense of security she had never experienced before.
"husband."
Su Qingge suddenly spoke, her voice soft, as if she had just drunk a glass of slightly intoxicating red wine.
"Hmm? Leave it there, I'll collect it."
Lin Zhou didn't turn his head; he was focused on wiping the table.
"Stop wiping."
Su Qingge stood up, stepped barefoot onto the carpet, and walked step by step behind him.
She stretched out her arms and wrapped them around Lin Zhou's waist, pressing her cheek against his warm back and gently rubbing it.
"The company's problems have been resolved, the stock price has rebounded, and the competitors have shut up."
Her voice carried a languid laugh, and a kind of allure that only appeared when she was extremely relaxed:
"Such a joyous occasion, shouldn't we... celebrate properly?"
Lin Zhou paused in wiping the table.
He slowly turned around.
What came into view was Su Qingge's stunningly beautiful face, which was so close to his.
She tilted her head slightly, and her phoenix eyes, which were usually frosty, were now filled with honey, shimmering and with a captivating blush at the corners.
His eyes were glazed over.
The raw, unadulterated silkiness.
"Celebrate...?"
Lin Zhou's Adam's apple bobbed, and he felt his throat go dry. "How...how are we going to celebrate? Should I cook a couple more dishes? Or open a bottle of red wine?"
"Vulgar."
Su Qingge gave a soft hum, gently hooking her fingers around his collar and pulling it down a little.
The distance between them instantly closed, their breaths mingling.
"I won't eat or drink."
She tiptoed close to Lin Zhou's ear, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe. Her voice was as low as a sigh, yet it carried the sparks that could ignite a prairie fire.
"Tonight... I'll reward you with myself, how about it?"