1novels Chapter 82 He Sings the Song You Wrote?!
Chapter 82 He Sings the Song You Wrote?!
This key was given to him by Li Yitong when he was leaving last time. She said he didn't even have a place to stay in the capital, and told him to keep it so he could come anytime.
With a click, the door opened.
The fan was on inside, and the warm air, carrying a faint scent of laundry detergent, wafted over.
The TV was on, but the volume was very low; a variety show was playing.
Li Yitong was wearing a loose top and shorts, sitting cross-legged on the sofa with her bare feet, one hand holding her toes. Several dance class lesson plans were spread out on the coffee table.
She heard the door open and looked up, somewhat caught off guard.
The moment she saw Su Yu, she stood up immediately from her chair.
"Su Yu?!"
Li Yitong then sprang from the chair to the floor, her bare feet slapping across the floor as she ran to him, looking up at him with wide eyes, still appearing extremely frightened.
But she soon became unusually excited, as if she had suddenly seen fireworks in this small rented room.
She pounced on him like a cannonball, just like last time, her legs tightly wrapped around his waist and her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, as if she wanted to gather all her longing into her embrace at this moment.
When she was certain that it was really, warmly, and truly Su Yu standing before her, she released his neck, cupped his face in her hands, looked him up and down, and then revealed an expression of maternal affection:
"You've lost weight again! And your dark circles are even worse!! Su Yu! Don't you sleep at night?!"
Su Yu helped her through the door and closed it behind him.
"I'm quite busy on set, you know that."
Li Yitong jumped off him, stood barefoot on the floor, and reached out to tap his head:
"Busy, busy, busy! You might as well work yourself to death!"
"But aren't you supposed to be busy? Why are you here again?"
Li Yitong looked at Su Yu with a sweet smile, somewhat anticipating his answer.
I miss you.
"Hmm~ That's the answer I wanted~ You're pretty savvy."
Li Yitong turned around, took out a few cans of beer from the refrigerator, and then rummaged through a bunch of snacks, filling the coffee table.
"Eat up, eat up, don't say I didn't take good care of you!"
Su Yu didn't stand on ceremony, and the two sat down on the sofa, discussing what to eat that night.
Li Yitong was biting her fingers, thinking about ordering barbecue takeout for tonight, when Su Yu's gaze fell on the dusty guitar in the corner.
It's the one that Li Yitong kept until now, the one we saw last time.
He stood up, walked over, picked up the guitar, dusted off the dust, tuned it, and plucked a string with his finger. With a whoosh, the tone was still the familiar one, except the bass strings were a little loose, but it wasn't a big problem.
"What are you going to do?"
Li Yitong tilted her head to look at him, holding an unopened can of beer in her hand.
"How about I sing you a song?"
Li Yitong was taken aback for a moment, then gave a teasing look: "Oh, that's something new! No one has used this guitar since you left it here!"
"It's obvious you treat it badly!"
"Pah! Who has time for that!"
Li Yitong rolled her eyes at him, put down her beer, sat cross-legged on the sofa, rested her chin on her hands, and adopted a "okay, okay, you sing and I'll listen" attitude.
Su Yu moved closer, sat on the armrest of the sofa, placed the guitar on his lap, and gently swept his right hand across the strings.
When the first chord sounded, Li Yitong's smile faded slightly.
It actually looks quite plausible.
Then Su Yu began to speak, his voice low and without any fancy techniques or deliberate vibrato, completely immersing himself in the song.
"The story begins in that first dream, where the stars twinkled only for me."
Li Yitong slowly lowered her hand, which had been supporting her chin.
She leaned back on the sofa, her legs shifting from cross-legged to hugging her knees, her chin resting on her knees, her eyes fixed on Su Yu, her mouth slightly open.
Su Yu continued singing, sweeping cleanly across the guitar strings. Each lyric was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples in Li Yitong's heart.
"And the wounds I've suffered are my medals!"
After singing this line, Li Yitong's eyes were red, and there were faint glimmers of tears.
That jerk Su Yu! Where did he learn that song again that makes her cry!
When Li Yitong heard Su Yu sing this line, all she could think of were the images of her struggling alone in the capital over the years: the beginning in a small rented room, the dance studio in winter, the bruises on her knees that never healed, and those nights when she sat alone in the stairwell and cried after being complained about by her parents.
She had never told any of this to anyone, not even Su Yu.
But how did he manage to sing it?! It's like he knows everything!
After Su Yu finished singing, the room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Li Yitong sniffed, quickly wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, and then said in a deliberately relaxed tone:
"It's alright, it sounds kind of nice."
Su Yu leaned his guitar against the sofa, picked up a beer from the coffee table, and took a sip: "It's alright, just kind of nice to listen to?"
"Then what else do you want me to praise you for? Praise your singing as better than Jay Chou's? You're so conceited!"
Su Yu raised an eyebrow and said casually:
"Oh, by the way, this song was written for Lu Han."
Li Yitong's hand, which was holding a beer, froze in mid-air.
She turned her head, her eyes widening little by little, her mouth slightly open, her expression almost exactly the same as Su Yu's reaction when he told Tang Yuan that he was writing a song for Lu Han.
"Huh? What did you say? Who is it written to?"
"Lu Han."
"Wait a minute, you wrote this song?" Li Yitong's eyes widened again as she looked at Su Yu in disbelief.
"Bing Gou, I worked with him on 'The Lost Tomb,' right? I promised to write this song for him. What do you think? Is it good?"
Li Yitong placed the beer can on the coffee table, took a deep breath, picked up the remote control, turned off the TV, turned around, pinched Su Yu's face with both hands, and adopted a posture that said, "Okay, now you need to explain the whole thing to me clearly from beginning to end, word for word."
"I knew you were filming 'The Lost Tomb,' but I never imagined you were with Lu Han! Ahhhhh, Su Yu! Explain yourself!"
"Um."
"You're filming with Lu Han right now!!"
"right."
"I even wrote a song for him!!"
"right."
"He wanted it?"
"Of course, it will also be released."
"He offered to release it himself?"
"OK."
Li Yitong took a deep breath, counted on her fingers one by one, then looked up at the ceiling, slumped back against the sofa, and wailed in an almost desperate tone:
"Su Yu!! You acted in a movie with Lu Han, and you wrote a song for Lu Han?? Lu Han! Lu Han!! A top star!! He sings a song you wrote??!!"