Heaven’s Greatest Plan - Chapter 77

Zhao Yu rarely suffers from insomnia.

She is not a dull person. Thinking back to Shen Junyi’s behavior for more than half a year, combined with this song representing confession tonight, his intention is self-evident.

But when she realized this, she didn’t remember the joy of reverberating in the end. She couldn’t say what kind of feeling she felt in her heart. The initial shock was like a gust of wind, whizzing past the big tree that grew in her heart. But there was nothing left except to rustle the flowers and leaves.

She tried so hard to get close to him, but when he turned around, she couldn’t help but want to back away.

Those complex, complex and mixed emotions, which are about to fill her whole brain, deprived her of all the ability to think rationally this night.

I almost opened my eyes until dawn, and I was called by the music director to continue working on the new album production. The invitation song has reached the final stage, and today we will confirm all the songs to be included in the album.

There are eleven songs in the album this time, nine of which have been set before. The last few songs selected are very good, no matter which two capitals she chooses, she can’t go wrong.

The producer replayed several deo, seeing her look a little ecstatic, and asked with a smile, “I don’t like it? Do you have a song you want to use?”

Zhao Yu leaned on the back of the chair, and subconsciously pinched the pink USB stick in his pocket with his fingers.

But in the end she still didn’t take out the USB flash drive. Smiled and pointed to deo on the screen, “Just these two.”

The new album is positioned as “not me”.

After the playlist is confirmed, the next step is audio recording. In fact, half of the previously set songs have been recorded and entered post-production. When it was almost noon, Shen Junyi sent a WeChat message to ask her if she had lunch.

Zhao Yu looked at the grinning emoticon in the chat box, and paused for a long time on the Jiugongge key position with his finger, but didn’t know what to return.

In the evening, Shen Junyi sent another message asking if she had dinner.

She still did not reply.

The reminder “The other party is typing” on the chat box was displayed for a long time. She waited nervously for a long time, but in the end he didn’t send anything again. But when I went to bed at night, I smiled and said goodnight to her.

For the next few days, Zhao Yu spent the next few days recording songs in the studio, watching Shen Jun’s morning and evening greetings every day, and his heart was like an unrested sea, rolling up waves of different sizes every day.

She seemed to be wrong in replying, and it would be wrong whether she would reply or not.

This kind of tangled, struggling, and complicated, made her feel like sinking into the undulating emotions on the surface of the sea every day. On the day when she saw Shen Junyi, she gathered in the mouth of the bottle.

The song has been recorded to the end, and she can only feel calm when she sits in the recording studio with headphones and sings every day. There are many harmony parts in this song, and Zhao Yu spent the whole morning singing harmony melody with different voices.

It was almost noon when someone opened the door and came in.

She sat on the recording bench half-legged, with headphones in one hand and a musical score in the other. At first, she didn’t pay attention. When halfway through the singing, she inadvertently raised her eyes and saw that Shen Junyi did not know when she appeared outside the recording room. Holding a few cups of milk tea, he was looking at her with a smile.

Zhao Yu’s eyes trembled, and the next tone was stuck in his throat.

The music producer paused outside for a comparison, picked up Mike and said, “Xiaoyu, take a break.”

She took off the earphones, and Shen Jun waved at her happily outside.

Zhao Yu took two deep breaths before finally opening the door and going out.

Shen Junyi had already distributed the milk tea he bought to the other staff present, with the last cup left in his hand, and when she came out, he smiled and drew close to “Yours.”

He looked so natural, as if the troubles she had been struggling with during this period of time were all illusions.

Zhao Yu glanced at him, then slowly took over the milk tea, and asked if nothing had happened, “Why are you here?”

Shen Jun smiled and said, “Come and chat with Brother Yun.”

He has always cooperated with Mu Yi’s musician Chen Yun. Zhao Yu nodded, took two sips of milk tea, and suddenly didn’t know what to say.

Shen Junyi still looked eagerly, “Will we go to lunch together later?”

Zhao Yu subconsciously refused, “I don’t have time, I want to record a song.”

Shen Jun pursed his lips intentionally, “Then you have to eat too.”

While talking, someone opened the door again, and the music assistant walked in with a list. “Xiaoyu, the album’s playlist is in order, look at it? I think we should put “Not Me” first. First. Oh, Teacher Shen is here.”

Shen Jun smiled and greeted, but his eyes fell on the playlist.

At first, his eyes were full of smiles. When he saw that the song he wrote was not included in the entire playlist, his feelings of loss gradually flowed into him.

He turned to look at Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu held the milk tea and glanced away.

The ringing of the phone’s ringtone rescued both parties at this moment. Shen Junyi picked up the phone and heard the other side say, “Junyi, I have finished the meeting. Come to the office to find me.”

He smiled, “Okay, here comes it.”

Yu Guang glanced at Zhao Yu and was obviously relieved.

His lips stretched, and then he smiled again, still smiling as usual, “Then I’ll go and find Brother Yun first, and you can record the song!”

Zhao Yu nodded, “Okay.”

The room finally became quiet again. Zhao Yu finished drinking the milk tea, wiped the corners of his mouth, and walked into the recording room. However, the recording did not go smoothly in the rest of the time.

She didn’t have the right mood to sing, and finally the producer had to call out “Xiaoyu, are you too tired? Today is not good enough. Let’s continue tomorrow, go home and rest.”

Zhao Yu pinched his throat which seemed to be blocked, and nodded weakly.

The sky did not know when it started to rain.

Not too big, pattered, soaked the non-slip ground of the parking lot. Zhao Yu slowly walked to his parking space under the umbrella, and walked to the front of the car, only to see a person squatting on the steps next to the car door.

He grinned when he saw her coming, and stood up, dusting the rain from his head.

Zhao Yu’s heartbeat stopped for a while, and he was a little angry when he reacted, “What are you doing here? I don’t know it’s raining!”

Shen Jun smiled, “Waiting for you.”

Seeing him getting wet in the rain, she felt more emotional in her heart. She hurriedly locked the car and threw the paper bag in the car on him when he got in the co-pilot.

The airtightness of the car door is very good, and even the sound of rain is much quieter after it is closed.

Zhao Yu didn’t start the fire, he only held the steering wheel with both hands, and waited for him to clean up before saying “Why did you come here today?”

Shen Jun intentionally crumpled the wipes into a ball of stuffed pockets, “Little Lion drove me here.”

Zhao Yu looked at the foggy sky ahead, “What about the other person? Tell him to pick you up.”

I didn’t speak for a while.

Zhao Yu couldn’t help turning his head, meeting his direct eyes.

She quickly retracted her gaze, but it was too late. Shen Junyi still maintained the same posture, but her voice was low and deep, “Do you not like the song I gave you?”

Zhao Yu squeezed the steering wheel subconsciously, and after a while, he said, “It’s okay.”

Shen Junyi asked again, “Why didn’t you put it on the new album?”

Zhao Yu said, “It’s not appropriate.”

Such a question and answer, I don’t know whether it is asking about the song or something else.

The rain was getting worse and worse, and it crackled and hit the car body. Shen Jun was determined to look at her, suddenly raised his hand and stretched it over, Zhao Yu dodged abruptly and almost hit the car window.

Shen Junyi paused in the air, and smiled helplessly, “You have a leaf on your head.”

Zhao Yu was tense.

He sat back again, sighed very lightly, looked down at his hand, and after a long time, he whispered to her, “Zhao Yu, am I not being obvious enough?”

Zhao Yu stuck to the car window and said nothing.

He nodded, “Well, I probably didn’t say it clearly. Blame me.” He looked up at her and said seriously, “I like you.”

The huge wave in Zhao Yu’s heart slammed into the reef.

The whole world is silent.

The sound of rain, breathing, and the rustle of leaves falling by the wind are all in my ears.

Only the phrase “I like you” remained, circling in my mind over and over again.

Zhao Yu finally understood why he had struggled and even escaped during this period of time.

Because I feel wronged.

Why should I respond to you? There is not even a formal confession. With just an unclear song, it took her so long and so much effort to calm the sea of ​​mind and set off a huge wave that is more prosperous than before. Why?

If she had been her secret crush, she would not feel wronged.

But once he was tempted, all her patience, restraint, feelings, and those deep concerns over the years were all turned into a deep sorrow and grievance and drowned her at the moment he confessed.

This is the origin of love.