mijobooks Chapter 11 What is the name of this song?
Chapter 11 What is the name of this song?
"Don't rush the ending of this sentence. Let it dissipate naturally, like smoke..." Su Yiyi closed her eyes and demonstrated a perfect ending, her voice becoming ethereal and lingering, as if it had truly turned into smoke.
"You can bring the breathing point forward by half a beat," she opened her eyes, her gaze sharp and focused, "that way you'll be more at ease entering the next line..."
Wang Bo actually knew all these skills—in that world, he had received more systematic training.
But he deliberately showed off his talent for "getting things right away," carefully imitating every demonstration by Su Yiyi, and asking just the right questions at the right time, making Su Yiyi more and more excited as she taught him.
"My goodness, your learning ability is amazing!" After correcting the third detail, Su Yiyi couldn't help but exclaim in amazement. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement, and her eyes shone like they were filled with stars. "Many students would need to practice for several weeks to correct the problems I just mentioned, but you grasped them almost instantly."
Wang Bo smiled modestly: "It's all thanks to Teacher Su's excellent teaching."
"No, it's because you already have a very good foundation." Su Yiyi looked at him earnestly, her focused gaze almost making one's heart race. "Wang Bo, I'm increasingly convinced that Yu Ji really held you back before. With your talent and foundation, if you had received the right guidance and development opportunities earlier, you might already be..."
She didn't finish her sentence, but the meaning was clear.
Wang Bo changed the subject, afraid that if he continued to be looked at so sincerely, he would blurt out things he shouldn't: "Professor Su, would you like to hear the song from the provincial university's centennial celebration?"
Su Yiyi's eyes lit up: "Of course!"
Looking at her eyes, which had brightened again, Wang Bo suddenly felt that making this innocent girl happy was a very interesting thing. "Although 'Encounter' is a nice song, it's really not suitable for a celebratory occasion. I've prepared another song, one that's... more powerful."
He opened the project file for the school anniversary song.
The soundtrack is much more complex than "Encounter"—guitar, bass, drums, string section, and even a trumpet melody line, densely arranged on the screen like a complex musical score.
"The arrangement of this song is not completely finished yet," Wang Bo explained, noticing that Su Yiyi had unconsciously stood up from her chair, walked to the control panel, placed her hands on the table, and leaned forward as if she wanted to crawl into the screen. "Especially the string and woodwind parts, which need to be recorded live, but the basic framework is already in place."
He clicked play.
The guitar intro begins, open and free, with a highway-like quality; each note is like a wheel rolling across a wilderness.
Su Yiyi immediately sat up straight, took her hands off the control panel, and clasped them in front of her chest. Her dark blue dress tightened with this movement, outlining her slender waistline.
Wang Bo's voice came from the speakers. Compared to the gentle and delicate "Encounter", the singing of this song was rougher and more straightforward, with a sense of relief after experiencing vicissitudes, as if looking back on the road after many years and smiling at everything that has happened.
Su Yiyi's breathing gradually became lighter, so light that it was almost inaudible.
She closed her eyes, but her eyelids trembled slightly, as if she were struggling to withstand some intense emotional impact.
As the chorus began, her fingers involuntarily tapped on her knees, starting lightly and then gradually increasing the pressure, her fingertips leaving small dents on her skirt.
During the second verse, Su Yiyi's eyes began to redden. She bit her lower lip, trying to control her emotions, but the moisture in her eyes became more and more obvious, eventually condensing into tears that slid down her porcelain-white cheeks, paused for a moment at her chin, and then dripped onto the dark blue hem of her skirt.
As the last note faded and the last syllable still trembled in the air, she was already in tears, her hands tightly covering her mouth as if afraid she would cry out loud.
The music ended, and the recording studio fell silent, save for the low hum of the equipment.
Wang Bo waited quietly, offering no tissues and offering no words of comfort.
He suddenly felt that in the face of such music and such tears, any words were superfluous.
After a long while, Su Yiyi finally removed her hand from her mouth and took a few deep breaths.
She opened her eyes, her eye sockets and the tip of her nose were red, and her eyelashes were wet with tears and stuck together in clumps, making her look more vulnerable and more real than usual.
Wang Bo then handed over the tissue box.
Su Yiyi took out a card and gently wiped her cheek, her movements very light, as if afraid of breaking something.
He pulled out another bill and pressed it against the corner of his eye.
"What's the name of this song..." Her voice was a little hoarse, with a soft nasal tone from crying.
Wang Bo said its name.
Su Yiyi repeated the name, her voice choked with emotion. She raised her head, her red eyes looking at Wang Bo with a complex expression—shock, emotion, heartache, and a deep, indescribable resonance.
"Wang Bo, this song... is written for yourself, and also for Yu Ji, right?"
Wang Bo did not deny it; in the face of such a gaze, denial would seem hypocritical.
"I understood as soon as I heard the first sentence." Su Yiyi's voice gradually became calm, but still soft. "Isn't this Yu Ji? She has always dreamed of traveling around the world, and now she is finally going."
She paused, tears welling up again, but she didn't wipe them away, letting them slide down her cheeks, as if trying to wash something away with her tears.
She looked at Wang Bo, her eyes almost overflowing with heartache: "But this is also written for yourself, right? I heard Yu Ji talk about your ex-girlfriend. Wang Bo, you must have experienced a lot of ups and downs during your three years at Yu Ji Entertainment, right? Being dumped by your ex-girlfriend, your career not taking off, singing songs you don't even like..."
"But you can still write songs like this, you can still maintain your love and original passion for music, and you can still sing that line at the end... Wang Bo, you are truly amazing."
Wang Bo remained silent.
This song is from another world, but at this moment, it fits his and Zhou Yuji's situation so perfectly, striking the softest spot in Su Yiyi's heart so precisely, as if it were tailor-made for this moment.
And yet, he received such sincere praise and tears simply because he "plagiarized" a work from another world.
This stirred up a complex mix of emotions within him—guilt, gratitude, and a strange sense of destiny.
"What touched me the most was the last part," Su Yiyi continued. She had calmed down a lot, but her eyes were still red, and the tip of her nose was also red, which made her look childlike and vulnerable. "This is not just lyrics, it is your attitude towards life. Even after going through all this, you still choose to smile, choose to be sincere, and choose to express yourself through music instead of complaining."
She looked at Wang Bo, her eyes clear and firm: "Wang Bo, this song must be sung at the provincial university's centennial celebration. It's not just a song; it's a story—the story of you and Yu Ji, and the story of everyone who has ever had dreams, regrets, but still moved forward. It will touch every listener."
Wang Bo nodded: "That's what I think too."
"But the arrangement still needs improvement." Su Yiyi quickly got into professional mode, wiped away her tears, picked up the leather notebook and pen, and turned to a new page.
She lowered her head slightly as she wrote, her long hair slipping from her shoulders. She casually tucked it behind her ear, revealing the delicate lines of her profile: "I can help with the string parts. I've taught a few talented students, and we can form a small string ensemble. As for the wind instruments... the trumpet solo is great, but we might need more professional musicians. The students might not be able to handle that sense of vicissitude."
"Sister Zhou said she could help make the contact," Wang Bo said.
Su Yiyi smiled: "Although Yu Ji isn't good at running a company, she certainly has a wide network of connections. She knows all sorts of people, so finding a few professional musicians shouldn't be a problem. Okay, then let her handle this part. What about the choir? The chorus will be even better with a choir, like many people are singing along with you, reminiscing together."
"We're in contact with them too," Wang Bo said. "Sister Zhou said that the provincial music academy has a student choir that we can borrow at a discounted price."
Su Yiyi nodded in satisfaction and quickly jotted down notes in her notebook, her handwriting neat and tidy: "That's good, but Wang Bo, I have a suggestion..."