Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

Nan Xiang's fingertips unconsciously stroked the smooth skin behind her ear - the cochlear implant she had received at the age of eighteen had long since become part of her body, and only when she got close could she see the extremely faint silver mark.

She spent three years relearning how to recognize sounds. Although her reaction is slightly slower than that of ordinary people, it is enough to support her creation.

"One is the theme song of the empress, 'Qian Qiu', which is meant to reflect Chu Qinghuang's difficult journey from being a princess of a fallen country to a captive, and finally rebuilding the dynasty."

Wu Zhigang handed over a document while speaking.

"The other song is a duet of a man and a woman, "Love Oath", which expresses the deep affection between Chu Qinghuang and Master Pei Jing from being happy enemies to being together through life and death..."

The composer’s name, Song Yuchen, was already printed on the document.

Nan Xiang's fingertips trembled slightly on the paper.

Not far away, Song Yuchen was leaning against the piano, his slender fingers casually plucking the keys.

Although the sound from the cochlear implant was a little delayed, she could still distinguish that it was the tune that Master Pei Jing hummed when he loved to tease Chu Qinghuang in "The Phoenix Road".

Noticing her gaze, he looked up and a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

“Screenwriter Ji has a deep understanding of music.”

Song Yuchen walked over slowly, his fingertips drawing the last playful trill on the piano keys.

He deliberately slowed down his speech, and each word was so clear that it seemed as if he had chewed it into pieces before handing it to her.

"We have discussed the musical image of the character Pei Qilang many times in the forum."

Nan Xiang's ears felt slightly hot.

In the long years before receiving a cochlear implant, she relied on hearing aids to capture the remaining low-frequency sounds, and then studied music theory by comparing them with the waveform diagrams on the sheet music.

The story of Beethoven composing the "Ninth Symphony" after he became deaf has been her spiritual totem posted on her desk for more than ten years.

"Teacher Song said that you understand the essence of the original work best."

Wu Zhigang rubbed his hands, "And part of the music has already been composed, just waiting for you to write the lyrics."

As if to confirm this sentence, Song Yuchen's slender fingers suddenly played the main melody of "Love Oath" on the piano keys.

Nan Xiang's cochlear implant converts the notes into slightly delayed current signals, but it does not prevent her from reading the changes in the strength of his fingertips - the first half is brisk and lively like a quarrel between two bickering lovers, the middle part gradually turns into a lingering and sad one, but finally stops abruptly at the climax, leaving a heartbreaking aftertaste, which is exactly the scene in the book where Pei Jing dies in Chu Qinghuang's arms.

"Old Wu, what are you dawdling about?"

Music producer Chen Xun strode over and spoke in a gruff voice. Then, as if realizing something, he immediately slowed down his speech and turned to Nan Xiang, "Writer Ji, shall we go to the recording studio to discuss this in detail?"

The air conditioning in the recording studio is turned on very high.

As soon as Nan Xiang sat down, a cup of hot water was handed to her.

"With honey."

Song Yuchen had stood on her right side without her noticing - the cochlear implant in her right ear had better reception.

The teacup was placed precisely within her reach. "Your throat isn't healed yet."

Chen Xun’s eyes widened – when did this music industry devil, known for his sharp tongue, become so considerate?

"Thank you."

Nan Xiang took the teacup and her fingertips accidentally touched his hand.

The sound from the cochlear implant was half a beat slower than the visual sound. She saw his lips curl up into a smile before she heard the low voice "Be careful, it's hot."

When Song Yuchen turned around, he said to Chen Xun coldly, "What are you standing there for? Show the demo."

Chen Xun: “…”

The recording device started up, and Song Yuchen pushed the tablet computer in front of Nan Xiang.

The sound wave patterns jumping in real time on the screen reached her consciousness earlier than the sound itself - the first half was densely suppressed like the despair of a princess of a fallen country being captured, and the second half suddenly expanded like the momentum of the empress leading her army to recover the lost territory.

"Four more words are needed here."

Song Yuchen suddenly leaned over, put his arm around Nan Xiang from behind, and pointed his fingertips at a peak of the waveform on the screen.

His chest was almost touching her back, and his warm breath wrapped in the scent of cedar brushed against her ears.

"It shows the change in the empress's mindset as she secretly builds up her power while being a slave in an enemy country."

The skin behind Nan Xiang's ears trembled slightly.

She was too familiar with this plot - Chu Qinghuang was a slave in the enemy country for three years. She was obedient on the surface but secretly learned military tactics and made friends with old subordinates.

"How about using the image of 'a golden hairpin hiding a sharp edge'?"

She whispered, her fingers stroking the cochlear implant behind her ear, "Just like I...used to be unable to hear clearly, and I was always observing."

Song Yuchen's eyes softened, and he took out a folder from behind him like a magician: "This is a waveform analysis chart for different scenes."

Turning to the inner pages, the corresponding chapter of the original book was carefully written next to each annotation. "We can...discuss in depth."

After the door was closed, the recording studio was so quiet that you could only hear the hum of the central air conditioning.

Song Yuchen sat down in front of the piano, his fingertips gently stroking the keys:

“For the chorus of ‘Love Vow’, I wanted a transition from… bickering to affectionate.”

Nan Xiang's cochlear implant cut his voice into tiny electric currents, and she needed to spend half a second to piece together the meaning:

"Just like in the original novel, Pei Jing changed from 'Why are you such a troublesome woman?' to 'I am willing to die for your majesty'?"

Song Yuchen's eyes fell on her brows which were slightly furrowed due to concentration, and he suddenly grabbed her wrist and brought her to the keys:

"Feel it."

His palm covered the back of her hand, and he guided her fingers to press a few notes.

"This is the rhythm when Pei Jing says 'trouble'."

Another long set of chords,

"This is the change in his tone when he was moved later."

The vibration of the piano keys came along her finger bones, and Nan Xiang suddenly remembered the time before she had a cochlear implant, when she always loved to put her cheek against the side of the piano to feel the vibration of the sound waves.

The touch and memory at this moment overlapped, causing her nose to ache.

"Do you understand?" Song Yuchen asked in a low voice, but did not let go of his hand.

"...I understand." Nan Xiang replied in a low voice, and the device behind his ear amplified his breathing sound into a fine electric current.

This scene happened to be seen by Shen Weining who was passing by.

That night, Qiao Sheng sent a message to Nan Xiang: "My sister-in-law said that you and King Song are getting close?! Do you need hands-on teaching to discuss music?!"

Nan Xiang replied: "Feeling the vibration of the chords!"

Qiao Sheng replied immediately: "You must be kidding! The look in your eyes is enough to make silk threads appear!"

Nan Xiang walked to the window. The lights were on on the balcony opposite and Song Yuchen was playing the piano.

The moonlight shone on him, as if giving him a layer of silver.

The piano sound coming from the cochlear implant was half a beat slower than the sound on the screen. She watched his fingers rise and fall, and only heard the corresponding notes after a moment. It was a kind of dislocated romance like watching an old dubbed film.

The phone vibrates and a new message pops up:

Mr. Song: "Going to West Lake to collect folk songs tomorrow? Bring the complete lyrics of "Love Oath". PS: I found a bone conduction speaker that allows you to feel the melody more directly."

Nan Xiang looked at the figure and replied, "Okay."

What she didn't know was that Song Yuchen had already composed the entire song of "Love Oath", but deliberately only showed her excerpts.

The so-called "new equipment" was actually a bone conduction system that he had commissioned from German engineers three years ago, simply because Nan Xiang had mentioned in a forum that "it would be nice if I could listen to Beethoven with my bones."