Chapter 77: The Aunt's Embrace (Please Subscribe!)

"Hah, really heavy..."

The recording studio door was very heavy; after Gong Ruxue opened it, she pushed with all her strength but couldn't budge it.

"You step aside."

Xu Yuexin reminded, and with a light lift of his hand he pushed it open easily.

"The force is really strong."

Gong Ruxue sighed at the sight, "In our Drama Troupe, none of the lads, big or small, can open this door with one hand."

"He's tall, not just for show."

Chen Yixue joked, and walked into the recording studio together with Xu Yuexin and Gong Ruxue.

The equipment setup of recording studios in this era was not much different from later times, except many devices were rather bulky and there were no computers.

"Look, a Yamaha effects unit, specially approved for import by the state."

Gong Ruxue pointed to a large device leaning against the wall and introduced it proudly.

"The specs are really good."

Xu Yuexin promptly affirmed.

These days, few units possess an effects unit, so it truly is something worth mentioning.

"Yixue, just focus on recording; I'll handle the equipment tuning."

Gong Ruxue was very enthusiastic; after Chen Yixue put on headphones and sang a few lines, she adjusted the equipment to optimal settings according to her timbre and song style to ensure the best result.

"All set now, you may start recording."

After finishing the tuning, Gong Ruxue said to Chen Yixue.

Chen Yixue lifted the recording microphone, her red lips parting to emit a melodious voice.

"The Night of the Military Port is so quiet, the waves gently sway the battleship."

……

"The young sailor rests his head on the waves, his dream‑filled sleep revealing a sweet smile…"

As Chen Yixue displayed her perfect voice, Gong Ruxue stood there, listening in awe.

She had only known that Chen Yixue was a nationally renowned golden voice; hearing her up close today, she realized just how enchanting the singing was.

The lyrics and melody were also perfectly crafted; she wondered which famous composer had written them.

"What's the name of this song? Who wrote it?"

When Chen Yixue finished singing and the equipment just cut off, Gong Ruxue immediately asked.

"It's called NightAtTheMilitaryPort, written by Xu Yuexin."

Chen Yixue set down the microphone and, with admiration, told Gong Ruxue, "He not only writes great novels, his songwriting is first‑rate as well."

So impressive?

Gong Ruxue hadn't expected Xu Yuexin to be so versatile, and she cast an admiring glance at him.

"Let's see how the recording turned out."

Xu Yuexin walked to the recorder, opened the device, took out the freshly made Cassette Tape, and placed it into the player.

Chen Yixue and Gong Ruxue listened attentively, trying to spot any flaws in the performance.

"Two notes are still off."

After listening, Chen Yixue said, "Sing it again."

"Alright, I'll use the effects unit to adjust your tone."

Gong Ruxue walked to the effects unit and activated the equipment again.

……

After several takes, Chen Yixue finally achieved the desired result; it was already late at night.

Remove the Cassette Tape, shut down the equipment, retreat!

It was late, and Xu Yuexin naturally couldn't let the two delicate beauties go home alone.

He first escorted Gong Ruxue to the staff dormitory near the Drama Troupe, then took Chen Yixue back to East Third Ring.

"Tired?"

On the way back, Xu Yuexin asked Chen Yixue with concern.

"A little."

Sitting on the rear seat of the bicycle, Chen Yixue said wearily, "But you worked harder, writing songs, borrowing equipment, hustling all the way."

"I'm not tired, really."

Xu Yuexin said sincerely and emotionally, "For the sake of our shared career, this little matter is nothing." Chen Yixue felt a tug at her heartstrings, a strange sense of reassurance, like a small boat finding harbor in a storm.

After arranging a leave of absence without pay, Chen Yixue remained uncertain, her heart full of anxiety about the future.

Xu Yuexin's actions gave her a sense of support, making the unknown road ahead feel less frightening.

As Chen Yixue was lost in thought, the lights ahead on the road grew dimmer.

In the dim view, a black silhouette darted out from the roadside.

"Ah!"

Startled, Chen Yixue let out a cry and instinctively wrapped both arms around Xu Yuexin's waist.

"Don't be scared, it's a stray cat."

Xu Yuexin lightly patted Chen Yixue's slender, fair hand.

Chen Yixue came to her senses and quickly withdrew her hands.

"Sorry, I was startled just now."

Chen Yixue, extremely embarrassed, apologized to Xu Yuexin, "Please don't tell Qiao Qiao about this."

"You're being silly, why bring this up for no reason."

Xu Yuexin smiled lightly and said.

He thought Da Yizi must be feeling nervous, which is why she said that.

"I'll just say it."

Chen Yixue said gloomily, her heart constantly in a state of unease.

She had never been in a relationship, and never imagined that her very first hug would be with her brother‑in‑law.

Just thinking about it makes one's face flush and the heart feel embarrassed.

When she got home, Chen Yixue was even too embarrassed to meet Xu Yuexin's eyes; after a hurried goodbye, she went upstairs.

My Da Yizi, what thin‑skinned she is…

Under the streetlamp, Xu Yuexin watched Da Yizi's departing silhouette and let out a sigh.

When he returned home, it was already dawn.

After only a brief four or five hours of sleep, Xu Yuexin woke up.

The morning was bright, wind whistled and birds sang outside. Xu Yuexin brushed his hand over his daughter‑in‑law's still‑sleeping face, got up, went to the balcony, and opened the window.

The fresh morning breeze blew straight at him, making Xu Yuexin's mind exceptionally clear.

"Being young is great."

Xu Yuexin couldn't help but sigh.

Before his transmigration, he was already over thirty, and years of high‑intensity typing had accumulated a host of ailments on his body.

Cervical strain, high uric acid, high blood sugar, and his stamina was far below that of his fresh‑graduate days.

In the past, if he had been hustling until dawn as he did yesterday, he wouldn't have been able to get up before noon the next day, and would feel listless all day after waking.

Now he can bounce around, feeling vigorous and refreshed, his mind never stalling even for a moment.

After zoning out on the balcony for a while, Xu Yuexin went back inside and continued writing Great Ming 1566.

These days there have been a lot of things, but he still tries to carve out time to write; currently Great Ming 1566 has exceeded ninety thousand words.

He then wrote another uninterrupted two thousand words; after the saved manuscript broke the hundred‑thousand‑word threshold, Xu Yuexin put down his pen, pondering whether to launch a serialization.

A 600,000‑word tome cannot wait to be completed in one go before being released.

Moreover, serializing also helps maintain long‑term momentum.

Xu Yuexin mused.

After pausing his writing, Xu Yuexin took out a Letter envelope and wrote to several audio‑visual companies, stating that he now had a song in hand and asking whether they were interested in co‑publishing.

When writing the letter, Xu Yuexin was careful and did not include the Cassette Tape.

Because music copyright awareness is poor in this era, he had to take precautions.

After mailing the letter, Xu Yuexin waited quietly at home for a response.

A few days later, he received a reply from Pacific Audio, which invited him to come for a face‑to‑face meeting to discuss the song in detail.

Pacific Audio is based in Guangzhou, which means a lengthy trip.

Xu Yuexin found Chen Yixue, told her the news in person, and asked if she wanted to go together.

(End of chapter)