novelraw Chapter 6 is getting a little exciting!
Chapter 6 is getting a little exciting!
Chen Bo thought for a moment and said, "I really do need it. Do you have a keyboard here? I need to arrange music."
"Yes!" Zhou Lingyan pulled a MIDI keyboard out from the corner of the recording studio. "Will this work?"
"Sure." Chen Bo took the keyboard and connected it to the computer. "By the way, how's the soundproofing here? I might be working very late."
"Don't worry, I really spared no expense when I renovated this place. You can't hear a thing even if you're having a party here." Zhou Lingyan pulled over a swivel chair and sat down next to him. "I'm free tonight, so why don't I keep you company? I can also learn some of Teacher Chen's advanced techniques."
Chen Bo glanced at her.
Zhou Lingyan had changed her position, curling up in the chair. The hem of her shirt had ridden up a bit more due to the movement, revealing most of her pale thighs.
She seemed completely unaware of how alluring the pose was, and looked at him expectantly.
"Whatever you want." Chen Bo looked away and focused on the music app on the screen. "But let me make this clear first, I don't like to be disturbed when I'm working."
"Keep quiet!" Zhou Lingyan made a gesture to seal her mouth, and then she really stopped talking, just watching Chen Bo operate the machine with curiosity.
The recording studio fell silent, with only the sounds of mouse clicks and keyboard taps.
Chen Bo first built a new project, and then began composing chord progressions.
He moved quickly, almost without thinking, because the melodies were already in his mind.
Zhou Lingyan initially approached the situation with a "let's watch the show" attitude, but as Chen Bo's work progressed, her expression gradually became serious.
She could tell that Chen Bo wasn't just messing around.
The choice of chords, the arrangement of rhythms, and the matching of instrument timbres all have clear ideas and purposes.
Although he hasn't started writing the melody yet, the arrangement framework of this prelude already reveals a unique style—a bit retro, yet a bit modern.
Chen Bo was wearing monitoring headphones, completely immersed in his own world.
The DAW software's track window contained seven or eight audio tracks, with a piano at the bottom, clean chords, long notes from the electronic synthesizers like a thin mist, and a simple drum rhythm looping, carrying a slight Lo-Fi texture.
Zhou Lingyan curled up in the swivel chair next to her, her chin resting on her knees. She didn't even realize that most of her pretty buttocks were exposed, including Chen Bo, otherwise he would have wanted to hear the sound of flowers blooming again.
Zhou Lingyan stared intently at the screen.
Chen Bo's hands danced rapidly across the MIDI keyboard, occasionally pausing to finely adjust the volume or position of a note.
His focused profile was illuminated by the screen light, and his usual lazy demeanor vanished without a trace, replaced by a charming seriousness and concentration.
Although Zhou Lingyan's singing is mediocre, she has been exposed to music since childhood and has also minored in music production abroad, so she still has basic appreciation skills.
Chen Bo's proficiency in software operation, sensitivity to harmonic progressions, and even his pickiness in timbre selection far exceeded her previous understanding of Xu Yueqing's boyfriend.
On the screen, the outline of the main theme began to appear.
Chen Bo stopped, treated Zhou Lingyan as his assistant, took out paper and pen, and quickly wrote a few lines, then crossed them out and rewrote them, all while humming a melody softly.
Zhou Lingyan leaned closer, trying to see what he was writing.
Chen Bo noticed her approach and, without trying to hide anything, handed her the paper directly: "Lyrics, want to take a look?"
The handwriting on the paper was messy, but still legible.
Zhou Lingyan's heart skipped a beat as she looked at those lines of text.
It's a very simple word, without any fancy embellishments, and it's even a bit straightforward.
But when combined, they have a power that strikes deep into people's hearts.
She couldn't help but recall many things, including the years when she and Xu Yueqing went from best friends to bitter rivals, those days of comparing themselves to each other, secretly competing, and neither of them willing to admit defeat.
"This..." She looked up at Chen Bo, "Did you write this?"
"If there are any similarities, it's because I copied it." Chen Bo took back the paper and continued typing on the keyboard.
Soon, a complete verse melody, accompanied by simple chords, flowed out through the monitor speakers.
The melody is not complicated, even somewhat plain, like someone calmly narrating.
But beneath that calm lies a turbulent undercurrent, a weariness and relief after traversing countless mountains and rivers.
Chen Bo sang along softly for a couple of lines, his voice a little hoarse, but with the clear undertones unique to the original owner's voice, making it feel quite special.
Zhou Lingyan held her breath; something was wrong with this song.
It's not like those popular songs on the market that are either deeply sentimental or technically dazzling.
It was so calm, as calm as a deep pool, yet it could draw you in involuntarily.
Looking at the lyrics again, Zhou Lingyan's eyes suddenly widened.
She knows Xu Yueqing very well. Putting aside the melody, if Xu Yueqing saw these lyrics, wouldn't she feel guilty to death?
She might even turn back, heartbroken, and beg Chen Bo for forgiveness.
Yes, the kneeling posture with your back to Chen Bo.
I'm getting a little excited just thinking about it.
Zhou Lingyan really wanted to see this scene. If that day ever came, she would probably beg Chen Bo to let her see it, just once, whether it was on location or in an art film.
That sense of satisfaction was unparalleled.
"Something's not right with you." Showing off what you lack, judging others by your own petty standards, Zhou Lingyan turned the tables on Chen Bo.
"After practicing swordsmanship for over twenty years, I finally entered the Dao last night. Things are different now." Coming back to his senses from the joy of work, Chen Bo started to act silly again, his clear eyes fixed on Zhou Lingyan's legs.
These legs are truly comparable to Xu Yueqing's legs.
He stood up and hugged Xu Yueqing's legs all night last night, and he still hadn't had enough.
"I don't know what you're talking about, but I get the feeling you're not serious." Zhou Lingyan tried to pull down the hem of her shirt, but her legs were too long and the shirt was only that size, so she could only partially cover them.
This state is more appealing than simply lifting the lid.
"You're all pretending to be serious, so I have to pretend to be unserious." Chen Bo took a guitar down from the wall. "Get to work, you can leave now, don't disturb my work!"
Zhou Lingyan's expression froze. She only glanced at my legs and then stopped looking?
My legs are on par with Xu Yueqing's legs, okay?
Zhou Lingyan was very dissatisfied, but she didn't dare to go too far. She said, "Why aren't you watching? If Chen Bo makes a move on you, I'll be at a huge loss and won't have anyone to complain to."
However, Chen Bo at this moment is completely different from the man in Zhou Lingyan's memory who always followed behind Xu Yueqing and had a very low presence.
He has a confidence that comes from the inside out, and even a touch of the lonely artist's temperament.
And this artist is also very down-to-earth and interesting.
He's talkative, thick-skinned, and has some talent.
At this moment, Zhou Lingyan's phone, which was on the control panel, vibrated and the screen lit up, displaying the name "Zhao Lulu".
Then it suddenly dawned on her—oh no!