House Dad's Literary Life Chapter 246

Chapter 246 – Because I Happened to Meet You

Although Yang Yi decided to sing a new song, he didn’t start. He looked at Mo Fei a little strangely and said, “Sing here? The sound will be too loud. What if it wakes Xixi up? Let’s go to my room!”

For some reason, Mo Fei felt that there was more to Yang Yi’s words.

“Then let’s go to your room, but don’t do anything bad!” In the flickering light, Mo Fei’s face turned red as if she had been drinking. She bit her lower lip and said solemnly.

“Just singing!” Yang Yi promised.

However, it seemed that he has never fulfilled such promises before…

The two of them left the computer that hadn’t been saved and shut down, and went to Yang Yi’s bedroom.

The light bulb in the lamp burned out in the evening, and Yang Yi didn’t have time to replace it. The soft yellow light created a cozy atmosphere in the simple bedroom, as if it were a new house.

Mo Fei sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Yang Yi who was busy moving chairs. She pursed her lips and said, “Just sit next to me! Why are you still moving chairs?”

Yang Yi smiled and sat down on Mo Fei’s left side, holding the guitar in his arms. Mo Fei had taken a shower not long ago, and a faint fragrance emanated from her body.

Without any delay, Yang Yi strummed the guitar strings in his arms and began his performance.

The prelude was very simple, with a lively melody, as if opening a fresh picture scroll

Mo Fei listened carefully. Just from the prelude, she knew it was a new song. It wasn’t one of her twelve songs, nor was it the one Guo Ziyi sang, “College Days.”

The prelude was very short. Yang Yi’s magnetic voice merged into the clear melody. “We cried, we laughed…”

Hmm, as soon as Mo Fei heard the opening, she noticed the difference from before. Although it was still a deep singing style, Yang Yi’s voice could perfectly sink in and fully showcase the infectiveness of his magnetic voice!

“We looked up at the sky, and the stars were still s.h.i.+ning…” It was really different. Even if Yang Yi could sing such tones before, he couldn’t sing at such an appropriate volume.

However, Mo Fei paid more attention to the lyrics sung by Yang Yi. She looked at Yang Yi’s handsome side face in a daze, as if he had brought her into that very scene.

Was it during their conversation on the balcony that he found the inspiration?

“We sing the song of time…” Yang Yi was already following the melody, gently shaking his head. “Only then do we understand why we embrace each other.”

When Mo Fei heard this part, she was still carefully savoring the meaning of Yang Yi’s lyrics. But suddenly, Yang Yi’s voice changed as if he suddenly switched to a fast lane, a super-fast lane that made her scalp tingle upon hearing it.

“Because I happen to…” Yang Yi instantly increased the support of his internal strength, as if he were pinching his throat. He suddenly sang in the cla.s.sic tone of a male actor playing a female role in Peking Opera. “Meet you, leaving beautiful footsteps…”

That soft and melodious female voice, sung from Yang Yi’s mouth, suddenly made Mo Fei dumbfounded.

It wasn’t that it was unpleasant to hear. If she only listened to the voice, Mo Fei would have thought that someone else had come to sing. But now, this living person, Yang Yi, was sitting right in front of her!

What on earth was this charming voice?

As if knowing that Mo Fei was doubting whether her ears had heard wrong, Yang Yi sang two more sections, still transitioning from male to female voice: “The wind blows, flowers fall… tears like rain, because we’re inseparable, because I happened to… meet you, leaving a five-year expectation.”

Mo Fei finally couldn’t help but show a surprised expression. She covered her mouth and looked at Yang Yi incredulously.

Returning to his male voice, although Yang Yi continued to play and sing, the corners of his mouth gently curled up, as if he had successfully played a little prank.

After all, since he had confessed, Yang Yi no longer suppressed his ability and decided to showcase it fully!

Although Mo Fei had doubts in her heart, she didn’t interrupt Yang Yi. Instead, she calmed herself down and listened quietly.

The lyrics of this song were relatively simple, repeating word for word in the second round. But the melody was beautiful, almost never tiring to listen to. Mo Fei temporarily put aside her doubts about the switch between male and female voices and listened carefully, savoring the meaning of the lyrics, word by word.

“Because I happened to meet you, leaving beautiful footsteps, the wind blows, flowers fall, tears like rain, because we’re inseparable, because I happened to meet you, leaving a five-year expectation. If we meet again, I think I will remember you.”

It turned out that this song was so beautiful!

Mo Fei realized that she had been distracted by Yang Yi’s dazzling skills just now. Now she realized that these lyrics were all about her and Yang Yi, weren’t they?

Under the dim yellow light, Mo Fei was in a daze, as if she had returned to that night she was unwilling to recall.

No, the beautiful moment should have been that morning. The leaves of the maple forest seemed like bright red flames. Although there were no flowers, it seemed that the maple leaves falling in the wind also fit the artistic conception of “the wind blows, flowers fall, tears like rain.”

Was this the confession of this bad guy?

Because we happened to meet, we left beautiful footsteps in each other’s worlds where our paths originally had no intersections.

Because of that encounter, he had five years of expectations before longing to meet again…

At this moment, Mo Fei recalled that the reunion between the two in Jiangcheng was the result of Mo Fei’s own initiative to recognize each other. Mo Fei couldn’t quite remember the expression on his face at that time.

But in this song, Yang Yi sang very clearly, “I think I will remember you.” That should be filled with joy and also pretending to be calm, right?

Mo Fei could now be very certain that Yang Yi, this guy, was using this song to confess to her. Although they were already together, this confession felt like a compensation after his hidden ident.i.ty was revealed!

The beautiful artistic conception, the clear melody, and Yang Yi’s excellent humming. Mo Fei listened to the song as if she had drunk a gla.s.s of wine. Overwhelmed, her face was flushed with intoxication.

Those five years of expectations were his longing for her…

So, Yang Yi had been unable to forget about her all these five years?

This song was like honey, it was so sweet that it went straight to the heart!

“If we meet again, I think I will remember you…” In the end, Yang Yi switched back to his calm male voice.

The melody was still clean and fresh, without any drag. It just went through a few repet.i.tions, as if reluctant to come to an end, before gradually stopping.

When Mo Fei first started listening, there was still many things she wanted to ask Yang Yi, such as how Yang Yi could sing such falsetto, or was Yang Yi pretending before, pretending that his voice wasn’t good?

But were these questions still important? By the end of the song, Mo Fei had forgotten everything. She simply bit her lower lip and looked at Yang Yi with her watery eyes.

“How is it? Can you forgive me now?” Yang Yi held the guitar and asked softly, “If you’re not satisfied with this song, I still have…”

Such a familiar conversation. It was like the night they confirmed their relations.h.i.+p.

But this time, Mo Fei didn’t make it difficult for Yang Yi. She reached out and held his hand, which was still resting on the guitar strings, preventing him from playing any further. Then she just looked at him with affection.

However, Yang Yi was a bit uncertain, and he was still quite nervous. He scratched his head and asked, “Um, so, have you forgiven me?”

Mo Fei bit her lower lip and raised her eyelids. Her watery eyes seemed to glare at Yang Yi, but she didn’t answer directly. She just said softly, “Actually, just one time won’t have a significant impact on tomorrow…” 1

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That night, the guitar was casually tossed under the bed by the ecstatic person. It lay there quietly, helplessly listening to the overlapping whispers and soft singing that echoed between the people and the bedding.

That was the most touching melody.