fictionpage Chapter 56 Could it be a hallucination?
Chapter 56 Could it be a hallucination?
Chapter 56 Could it be a hallucination?
The call didn't go through.
After hanging up the phone, take three steps in one go and two steps in the other.
As he approached, Yu Songnian turned his head to look at him through the car window, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, puffing out smoke as he waved to him.
Yu Huan opened the passenger door. The seat fabric was worn, revealing the foam underneath, but it was still comfortable to sit on.
He fastened his seatbelt and urged, "Let's go, my flight is at 6:50."
"What's the rush? It's only 5:10. Although there are a lot of cars on the road now, it should take less than 50 minutes to get to the airport." Yu Songnian leisurely turned the steering wheel and slowly drove from the side road to the main road.
"It's rush hour soon, what if there's a traffic jam? I still need to check in!"
"Brother Huan, are you questioning the skills of an experienced driver?" As he spoke, Yu Songnian held the steering wheel with his right hand, rolled down the window with his left hand, stubbed out his cigarette, and casually tossed it out the window.
He immediately rolled up the car window, switched to fifth gear, and slammed on the gas.
The intense push-back sensation made Yu Huan instinctively raise her right hand and grip the roof railing above the car window.
"What is your sister-in-law doing in Shanghai?" Yu Songnian asked curiously.
Before he arrived, Yu Huan had already told him a little about the situation. Old Yu had also revealed some of it to the villagers.
Yu Huan simply said, "I'll work there for a while."
"Wasn't that restaurant she wanted to open? And she still has a job?"
Yu Huan nodded in agreement: "I work at a media company."
"Where is your sister-in-law from?"
"From Xingcheng."
"My fourth uncle said she's very beautiful?"
Hear the words.
Yu Huan couldn't help but picture her delicate, oval face, and said with a smile, "It's alright, just average."
"Brother Huan, since you say it's just average, then it's pretty good!"
The two brothers chatted idly from time to time.
Yu Huan looked out through the side window, which was stained and scratched. The scenery kept flashing past the window, and the seat swayed so much that it made her dizzy.
The car was filled with a strange smell, a mixture of tobacco, engine oil, and gasoline, which was hard to describe. The wind was biting cold and the windows couldn't be opened. After smelling it for a while, I felt suffocated.
In just over forty minutes, they arrived at the airport. When Yu Huan got out of the car, she clutched her stomach and almost vomited.
I saw stars and felt dizzy.
It was so bumpy and shaky, and the air wasn't circulating. I couldn't stand it, I really couldn't stand it.
After entering the terminal, I staggered to KFC to sit down and recover. I quickly ate a steak burger and drank a cup of hot milk.
I took out my phone and checked my WeChat messages.
Their conversation today was still limited to "the sixth day of missing Rongrong".
A smile or a frown on a phone screen is ultimately an abstract representation of a person; face-to-face interaction reveals a concrete, tangible person.
After considering it for a moment, Yu Huan decided not to tell Lin Yourong that he had already booked his plane ticket and was about to board the plane to Shanghai, traveling light.
Just like in a long-distance relationship, the most surprising thing is to suddenly appear in front of her.
Of course, you need to know the person well, otherwise it won't be a pleasant surprise, but a blatant fright.
Through several subtle inquiries, Yu Huan learned that Lin Yourong often ate at Hongquan Road.
I recorded songs nearby, and the hotel I stayed at was right next to the recording studio.
It's a pity that map apps these days aren't very reliable; otherwise, just searching for nearby professional recording studios would make everything clear.
After resting for a while, Yu Huan saw that it was almost time to board the plane.
Sitting on the China Southern Airlines plane, I turned my head and pressed my face close to the window, gazing at the deep blue-black sky.
By this time, we should have crossed the stratosphere and could see stars dotting the sky, some near, some far, some bright, and some dim.
From his vantage point, however, he could not see the crescent moon.
After a busy day, Yu Huan tilted her head, the cabin temperature was just right, and she gradually closed her eyes, feeling drowsy.
The feeling of weightlessness during the plane's landing woke him up abruptly.
Looking out the window groggily, it had already begun to touch down and take off.
A gentle female voice announced in my ear:
"Ladies and gentlemen: The plane has landed at Hongqiao Airport. The outside temperature is 9 degrees Celsius. The plane is taxiing. For your safety and the safety of others..."
A few moments.
Yu Huan got into a taxi at the taxi stand in the terminal, and it was already close to nine o'clock in the evening.
The driver, a middle-aged man with a strong Ningbo accent, wasn't very talkative. He seemed reluctant to take the short trip, probably because he thought the distance was too short. But it was already late at night, and at least he didn't refuse to take him.
The roads were sparsely populated with vehicles.
Taking the outer ring expressway, it takes less than ten minutes to reach Hongquan Road.
After getting off the bus, Yu Huan wandered through the streets and alleys.
Groups of three or five, or two or more, of people with sticks talking loudly and noisily, making the street lively and bustling.
After all, it's a gathering place for Koreans, with at least tens of thousands of them.
After browsing for a few minutes, Yu Huan took out her phone and called Lin Yourong.
"Hey, debt collector? Who are you?" A slightly husky, gentle female voice came from behind, clearly not Lin Yourong.
"Who are you?" Yu Huan asked in return.
There was an "uh" sound on the other end, followed by a moment's hesitation: "Yu Huan?"
"it's me."
Yu Huan pulled up the hood on his back.
Shanghai is located at the mouth of the Yangtze River, and it is relatively damp and cold in winter.
The cold wind made people shiver, and Yu Huan stood on the roadside and hopped around a little to move herself up and help her body generate heat.
"Oh, I'm Susu's manager, you can call me Sister Ru." A voice suddenly realized.
"Hello, Sister Ru, what is she doing?"
"Susu is recording a song. Do you have something urgent? If not, I'll have her call you back later."
"No rush, no rush. It's like this, Sister Ru, do you know if you're hungry?"
The voice sounded puzzled: "Are you hungry?"
"A new food delivery app called Eleme just launched this year. I'd like to order some food for you guys. Could you please give me your address?"
"Is that so?" Sister Ru readily agreed: "I don't have her phone password, so I can't send you a message. Here's what I'll say, and you can write it down."
After hearing the address.
Yu Huan recounted it again.
"correct!"
After Sister Ru confirmed, Yu Huan quickly said "thank you" and then hung up the phone.
I definitely can't tell Sister Ru the truth. What if she and Lin Yourong are in cahoots and she turns around and tells Lin Yourong?
Then there will be no surprises!
He didn't rush to find her.
Instead, she bought two cups of bubble tea and carried them in her hand, since she had told her agent that it was a gift of food and couldn't be evasive.
I went to the florist and got a white rose.
The transparent cellophane wrapping the flowers and stems is like a veil draped over the white rose.
A light pink ribbon is tied into a bow and attached to the branch.
"Romantic, so romantic!" Yu Huan took a deep sniff and put it in her pocket.
Before his rebirth, at this age, he was a dull and honest man who rarely uttered a word; he certainly wouldn't have been so daring and ambitious.
Carrying a milk tea in one hand and looking at a map on my phone in the other, I walked slowly for nearly ten minutes before arriving at my destination.
This is an old-looking office building. It's not very tall, only four stories, and the lower floors are mostly warehouses and logistics facilities.
Looking up at the exterior wall on the third floor, I saw the sign for the Excessive Music Studio.
Yu Huan took three steps at a time, pressed the up button in the elevator lobby, and arrived at the third floor in an instant.
After exiting the elevator, all I could see was that the third floor was divided in two, with an advertising company on one side and a music studio on the other.
The advertising company's side has a transparent, panoramic glass partition.
The music studio is separated by frosted glass partitions that obscure human figures.
After pushing open the glass door, all I saw was a young woman with a bob haircut sitting at the front desk, propping her chin up with one hand and dozing off with sleepy eyes.
Yu Huan took off her hood, walked closer, and smiled brightly: "Excuse me, where is Sister Ru?"
"Sister Ru?" The little girl looked up blankly.
When she saw Yu Huan's bright smile, her eyes lit up instantly, and her drowsiness vanished.
She immediately looked him up and down.
Hands down.
He sat up straight, thinking, "Sister Ru... Oh! I know who it is! Are you from the milk tea shop?"
She looked at him with bright, sparkling eyes as she spoke.
The little girl reached out her hand, wanting to take the milk tea.
"Uh." Yu Huan hurriedly shook her head: "I'm her and Lin Su's friend. We're recording an album here, right? I just came to visit them. We agreed to bring two cups of milk tea when I came. I'm not an employee of any milk tea shop."
Hear this.
The little girl fell into thought again.
Looking into his sincere eyes and with his upright demeanor.
"Okay, I'll go inform them first. Wait a moment." The girl stood up: "What's your name?"
"My name is Yu Huan." Seeing this, he also took a step forward.
Before the other party could make a statement, he hurriedly said, "Don't worry, I'm definitely not that kind of weird sasaeng fan."
"Sasaeng fans?"
"These are fans with extreme behavior, who often resort to secretly taking photos or stalking celebrities, thus violating their privacy."
"Oh, you don't look like a creep at all." The young girl looked up at Yu Huan and asked, "Are you an actor who hasn't debuted yet?"
"Huh?" Yu Huan hurriedly said, "I'm not an artist, I work at a newspaper."
"Could it be a reporter?"
"No, I work in new media."
The little girl looked at you with an expression that said, "I don't understand, but I think you're really amazing."
quicken your pace and get ahead of Yu Huan.
You can bring him in, but you can't let him be the first one to barge into the recording studio.
She shook her head and muttered in a voice only she could hear, "With that figure and that face, it's a shame she's not an actress."
Passing through door after door.
Not long after.
The two walked to the innermost side.
The little girl was the first to push it away.
Her head was positioned above Yu Huan's chin, allowing Yu Huan to see her clearly without any obstruction.
The most eye-catching thing was the mixing console, with two men sitting next to it, both wearing monitoring headphones, and a woman sitting a little further away from the console.
From this angle, you can only see his back; he's sitting on a high stool.
Her neck wasn't long enough; you could tell at a glance that she wasn't Lin Yourong.
In a flash, Yu Huan's gaze swept over these people and looked toward the room behind the glass partition.
Upon seeing Lin Yourong's graceful profile in her knitted cardigan, Yu Huan couldn't help but smile slightly.
The little girl called out to the woman, "Sister, you have a friend here!"
"What?" Sister Ru turned around with a puzzled look.
His gaze swept over the little girl and then fell upon the tall, striking man behind her.
Dark gray hoodie.
Short, choppy hair.
The corridor was dimly lit.
Yet you can still see more clearly his distinct lip line, high nose bridge, bright eyes, and deep-set face.
"The milk tea is here!" Yu Huan held up the milk tea she was carrying, looking calm and confident, and said with a big smile, "Sister Ru, you don't recognize me, do you? I'm Yu Huan!"
Mist grass!
Sister Ru looked shocked.
No wonder it looked so familiar.
So it turns out to be a high-definition version of Mr. Y that I've only seen in video chats?
He hurriedly turned around and glanced at Lin Yourong, who seemed completely unaware of the situation and was engrossed in recording the song using sheet music.
What about ordering takeout and delivery?
You've delivered yourself here, haven't you!
No wonder they got married so soon after their blind date.
This man.
Good luck!
Recovering from her initial shock, Sister Ru inexplicably broke into a doting smile, quickly getting up to greet Yu Huan: "Yu Huan, come in, come in."
"Here you are, Sister Ru, milk tea."
"You actually brought food!" she said, taking the tote bag from Yu Huan.
"If you know him, then I'll go to the front desk." Seeing that they were indeed acquaintances, the young woman turned and left.
Yu Huan called out to her retreating figure, "Thank you."
"You're welcome!" The little girl turned around and smiled.
Yu Huan released her grip on the door, stepped inside, and the door slowly closed automatically.
"when did you come?"
"I took a plane after getting off work at five o'clock and arrived at Hongquan Road at around nine o'clock. Then I looked at the map to find my way here."
Hearing his words, Sister Ru placed the milk tea on the high stool and gave him a thumbs up: "Not bad! You put your heart into it!"
Yu Huan chuckled and scratched his head.
Li Xiaodong had already noticed the commotion. He took off his monitoring headphones, stood up from the mixing console, and asked with a curious look, "Aru, who is this?"
Sister Ru's eyes darted around in their sockets, and in an instant she had prepared her explanation: "This is Su Su's friend, Mr. Y!"
"Ah? Mr. Y?" Li Xiaodong extended his hand: "Wow, you're so handsome! I've heard so much about you!"
Yu Huan was staring intently at Lin Yourong through the glass partition, who had a serious expression on her face, while Li Xiaodong's long-admired demeanor left him completely bewildered.
He seemed flustered and immediately stopped smiling.
Look back.
She reached out and shook his hand, saying in a serious tone, "Hello, hello."
“You can just call him Brother Li,” Sister Ru interjected, then emphasized, “He’s in charge of producing Su Su’s first album.”
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan immediately declared firmly, "What do you mean by 'Mr. Y'? Brother Li, just call me Xiao Yu!"
“Mr. Y!” Li Xiaodong’s eyes lit up: “Besides ‘It’s You,’ have you written any other songs?”
"Uh," Yu Huan said hesitantly, "I've only learned a little music theory, and this is the only piece I have right now."
Li Xiaodong immediately deflated: "That's such a pity."
"pity?"
"These days, there's a flood of catchy but shallow songs online. As a music producer, I definitely have some aspirations. I still want to work on more songs like 'It's You,' which have both excellent lyrics and music."
"I see." Yu Huan nodded.
The group of people were talking.
The graceful Lin Yourong felt as if Li Xiaodong's voice hadn't appeared in her earpiece for a while.
He slightly raised his head and glanced at the control room through the glass partition.
A familiar, tall figure came into view, chatting happily with Li Xiaodong and Sister Ru.
"Could it be a hallucination?" Lin Yourong murmured.
(End of this chapter)