1novels Chapter 9 Pure Girl
Chapter 9 Pure Girl
At 1:58 p.m. the next day, the door to the recording studio was knocked on time. The knocking was soft and restrained, twice, then paused, then knocked a third time.
Wang Bo threw the takeout box into the trash can and hurriedly tidied up the control panel.
He then strode over and opened the heavy, soundproof door.
Outside the door, Su Yiyi stood quietly.
The corridor lamp cast a soft glow around her. Today she was wearing a light gray cashmere cardigan, the fabric of which looked exceptionally soft, like a gentle mist draped over her shoulders.
She wore a simple white shirt underneath, with a crisp collar that accentuated the long, elegant lines of her neck.
The lower body is a deep blue ankle-length skirt, a velvety blue like the night sky, with a subtle shimmer that flows under the light.
Her skin was porcelain white, almost transparent, with a natural pale pink blush on her cheeks, as if she had just walked a long way in the spring breeze.
Her eyes were as clear as mountain spring water, and she stood there, as clean as if she had just been washed by rain in the early morning. Even the dust floating in the corridor seemed to consciously avoid her.
"Teacher Su, you're right on time." Wang Bo smiled and stepped aside, secretly admiring the twin sisters—one was like a sunflower in full bloom, and the other was like a lily in quiet blossoming, each with their own stunning charm.
Su Yiyi nodded slightly and walked in carrying a small, off-white canvas bag.
Her steps were light, her gaze first drawn to the professional equipment, then to the complex audio track interface on the screen.
Her eyes lit up—not with the sharp gleam of Su Xiaoxiao discovering a business opportunity, but with the pure surprise of a child finding a new toy; her pupils dilated slightly in the light, like stars that had been lit up.
"Did you operate all of these yourself?" She walked closer to the control panel and leaned over to look at the densely packed audio tracks.
When she bent over, the front of her knitted cardigan opened slightly, revealing a corner of the white shirt underneath, as well as the faint outline of her collarbone.
Her fingers were slender and long, her nails were neatly trimmed, and coated with clear nail polish, giving them a healthy shine.
"Mostly yes." Wang Bo pulled out a chair next to him. "Please sit down, Professor Su. Would you like to hear the full version of 'Encounter' first, or..."
"Wedding in a Dream," Su Yiyi blurted out, then blushed slightly, her cheeks turning a deeper pink.
She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, a simple gesture carrying an unconscious beauty: "I mean... that piano piece. It's been playing in my head these past few days. I even tried playing a few sections on the school piano, but it always felt like something was missing."
As she said this, she looked directly at Wang Bo, her eyes clear and honest, without any pretense or affectation.
Faced with such a gaze, any hypocrisy would pale in comparison.
"Would you like to hear it again?" Wang Bo smiled.
"Is it okay?" Su Yiyi's eyes were filled with anticipation. That pure longing for music made her look several years younger than her actual age, like a child waiting for a story to unfold.
"Of course." Wang Bo walked to the piano in the recording studio—this was something Zhou Yuji had someone move down from upstairs yesterday, saying that since the company was going to close down anyway, it would just gather dust anyway.
He lifted the piano lid, adjusted the piano bench height, and then looked at Su Yiyi: "Do you want to record it? That way you can listen to it anytime later."
"Is that okay?" Su Yiyi's eyes lit up even more. She took out an exquisite leather notebook and a fountain pen from her small canvas bag and placed them neatly on the control panel, like a good student preparing to listen to a lecture.
Wang Bo gave an OK sign, walked back to the control panel, turned on the recording equipment, set up the microphone, and then returned to the piano.
He didn't start immediately, but closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths.
This small ritual made Su Yiyi sit up straight involuntarily, placing her hands on her knees. The hem of her dark blue dress slipped down as she adjusted her posture, revealing her slender ankles.
Then, the first note rang out.
Unlike the spontaneous performance at the restaurant, this time in the recording studio, every note was meticulously crafted.
The strength of his touch, the use of the pedal, the breath control of the musical phrases... Wang Bo demonstrated a professional level far exceeding that of a restaurant performance.
Su Yiyi clasped her hands in front of her chest, her eyes fixed on Wang Bo's back as he stood in front of the piano.
Her lips moved slightly, as if she were silently counting the beats along with the melody.
When the music entered that famous cadenza, she held her breath, leaned forward slightly, and her cardigan slipped down her shoulder a little because of the movement, revealing her fair shoulder line, but she was completely unaware of it.
She let out a long breath only when the last chord slowly faded away, as if she had just woken up from a beautiful dream.
Wang Bo walked back to the control panel and pressed the stop recording button: "How was it, Teacher Su?"
Su Yiyi did not answer immediately. She put on the monitoring headphones, and her slender fingers gently adjusted the position of the headphones, her fingertips lingering on the edge of her ear for a moment.
This focused movement made Wang Bo take a second look—those hands seemed born for music.
"Could I listen to the recording again?" Her voice came from behind the headphones, still gentle.
Wang Bo clicked to play.
This time, the piano sound transmitted through high-quality monitor speakers is even more delicate.
Su Yiyi closed her eyes, her whole body swaying gently with the music, like a lily swaying in a breeze.
When the second theme appeared, a smile unconsciously appeared on her lips; when the music reached its climax, her brows furrowed slightly, as if she were enduring some kind of emotional impact. Her expression was fragile and genuine, making one want to protect her.
As the music ended, she slowly opened her eyes, her eyes slightly moist, her eyelashes casting fine shadows under the light.
"It's so beautiful..." she said softly, her voice trembling slightly as she was moved by the music. "Wang Bo, this piece... it shouldn't be called 'Wedding in a Dream' or 'Wedding in a Dream'."
"Oh?" Wang Bo was curious about what kind of interpretation this pure music teacher would give.
"Wedding After the Rain," Su Yiyi said earnestly, taking off her headphones and gently wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her fingertips, her movements very light, as if afraid of disturbing something. "It doesn't give me the feeling of a dreamlike illusion, but rather the clarity and hope of the sky after the rain. Especially the key change in the middle, it's like the moment when the dark clouds disperse and the sunlight suddenly shines down."
Wang Bo was stunned.
In the original world, this famous piano piece by Richard Clayderman has indeed had many adapted versions and different translations, but this interpretation, "Wedding After the Rain," is the first time he has heard it.
And coming from the mouth of a girl with a clean and refreshing demeanor, as if after the rain, it sounded so fitting.