Chapter 432: , Writer Identity Exposed, Come Find Me Tonight

Arriving at the third floor.

Wei Quan knocked on Professor Qian's door.

"Eh, Xiao Quan, it's you, come in and sit." It was Professor Qian's wife who opened the door.

"Is Professor Qian at home? I have something to find him for." Being neighbors for so many years, too familiar, Wei Quan didn't have so much red tape.

"Yes, in the study." Professor Qian's wife said.

The two arrived at the study, and sure enough, they saw Professor Qian who was writing calligraphy.

"Old Qian, Xiao Quan has something to find you for." Professor Qian's wife said, poured tea for Wei Quan, and went out. There was still a little grandson to take care of in the living room, so she didn't have time to spend in the study.

Professor Qian finished writing a character, put down the brush, "Xiao Quan, coming over so late, do you have something to find me for?"

Glancing at the closed study door, Wei Quan whispered: "Old Qian, I have something I want to ask you about."

Professor Qian sat down: "You say."

To save time, Wei Quan went straight to the topic and asked about the No. 26 small building.

After listening, Professor Qian drank tea, took a sip of the smoky old yellow teeth, and said: "Looks like you've met the owner of the No. 26 small building?"

Wei Quan nodded, "Can't be more, pass by the door every day."

She was talking about Li Heng liking to take walks on campus over the past year, and either Mai Sui accompanied him, or Zhou Shihe accompanied him, or both women accompanied him together.

Being old neighbors and having a good relationship, Professor Qian thought for a while, turned around, found a book *To Live* from the bookshelf, and handed it to Wei Quan.

Wei Quan didn't understand, took the book and asked: "This is...?"

Professor Qian said: "The principal called us several old stubborns in for a talk, and also handed each of us a copy of *To Live*."

Wei Quan still didn't understand, because she didn't dare to think of Li Heng as "Writer December," she didn't have that subconsciousness.

Professor Qian stared at Wei Quan's face, his wrinkled face suddenly smiled, sighed and said: "That's right, that's the taste. At that time, several of us old things also had the same expression as you, very confused."

After speaking, Professor Qian teased, stretched out his finger and pointed at the title page of the book, "But the more confused one is still behind, this book came from the hand of the owner of the No. 26 small building."

Hearing this, Wei Quan's body straightened! Shocked!

Professor Qian liked to see Wei Quan's dumbfounded face, laughed and said: "Not bad, not bad. Your expression is even more exaggerated than my old man's at that time."

Wei Quan smiled awkwardly and said: "Let you laugh, is it really him?"

Professor Qian told Principal Sun's original words: "Ambition is not in age."

A sentence "Ambition is not in age" blocked all Wei Quan's subsequent words. She knew it was not good to ask further.

Professor Qian seemed to guess her intention and asked: "Are you worried about your niece?"

Coming to ask about the owner of the No. 26 small building, there must be a reason; no one is a fool. Wei Quan didn't directly admit it, but didn't deny it either, "Walking quite close, I, as an aunt, naturally have to worry a little. You also know, this Li Heng is quite in line with the aesthetic of girls in every aspect."

Both are parents, both are people who have come over, Professor Qian understood Wei Quan's concerns very well, and nodded, "Xiao Quan, forget it when you go out this door."

"Alright, Old Qian, don't worry." Wei Quan understood the caution in it; Li Heng's identity as a writer could be exposed, but it couldn't be exploded from the two of them.

After chatting, Wei Quan left Professor Qian's house on the grounds that it was not early.

When going downstairs, she looked at the book in her hand, the shock in her heart now only increased, not decreased. She didn't expect, really didn't expect, that Li Heng would be so powerful!

No wonder!

No wonder the school would treasure him so much. Risking offending Professor Qian and the others, they also gave the No. 26 small building to Li Heng.

She didn't understand before, but now she could fully understand.

People are great writers, how can they do without a peaceful writing environment?

Returning to the leftmost side of the second floor, Wei Quan knocked on the door.

Wei Xiaozhu looked at her aunt's expression and asked with concern: "Are you frightened?"

Looking at her niece, Wei Quan suddenly asked: "Do you really not like Li Heng?"

Wei Xiaozhu couldn't laugh or cry, closed the door and said: "Aunt, this is the third time."

"This time is different from the past." Wei Quan still hadn't recovered, shocked by such an incredible thing.

Wei Xiaozhu was curious: "Where is it different?"

Wei Quan said: "If you can get Li Heng, Auntie really won't stop you this time."

Wei Xiaozhu reached out and touched Wei Quan's forehead, and smelled it again: "No fever, no drinking, why are you talking nonsense."

Wei Quan sat on the sofa, raised the book in her hand: "Have you read *To Live*?"

"Read it, recommended by our teacher." Wei Xiaozhu said.

Wei Quan asked again: "What about *Cultural Travel*?"

Wei Xiaozhu said: "Naturally read it too, many girls in school can recite it."

She was telling the truth, because the writing of *Cultural Travel* was too beautiful, many girls were fascinated by it, and recited it unconsciously.

Wei Quan stared at her niece, "Can you recite it?"

Wei Xiaozhu nodded and shook her head: "Don't dare to say I can recite the whole book, but those more famous paragraphs are almost memorized."

Wei Quan asked: "Which paragraphs are famous?"

Wei Xiaozhu thought for a moment and said: "Almost every chapter is."

Wei Quan laughed and sighed.

Wei Xiaozhu said: "This is the second time you've sighed tonight, what happened?"

Wei Quan said to herself: "The third time, I've already sighed once at Professor Qian's house just now."

Wei Xiaozhu reached out and took the book her aunt had kept: "It has to do with this *To Live*."

Wei Quan said yes.

Wei Xiaozhu raised her head and looked at her aunt with full questions.

After confronting for a while, Wei Quan said coldly: "Professor Qian told me that Li Heng is the author of *To Live*."

"Ah?"

Wei Xiaozhu exclaimed instinctively, her confusion deepened, thinking she had heard wrong.

Wei Quan spread her hands in a semicircle in the air and teased: "This expression is not exaggerated enough, just now Auntie was more exaggerated than you."

Wei Xiaozhu asked sluggishly: "Auntie, can you say what you just said again?"

"Xiaozhu, do you know what it means to move into Lushan Village? Anyone in it is a famous expert and scholar in the country, and a top leader in the industry. Professor Qian has enough fame in the country, but waited for 6 years and didn't wait for the opportunity to enter Lushan Village, and your aunt, I, never dared to think about it in my life."

After speaking, Wei Quan stood up, found clothes to change, and entered the shower room.

Showering for more than 10 minutes, Wei Quan thought about Li Heng being a great writer for more than 10 minutes.

After coming out of the shower room, seeing her eldest niece still sitting on the sofa staring at the book *To Live*, even the posture hadn't changed.

Wei Quan was instantly smooth, balanced in her heart, and smiled: "Your reaction is real."

With a tsunami in her heart, Wei Xiaozhu, who couldn't calm down for a long time, raised her head and asked with difficulty: "Is it really him?"

"Coming from Professor Qian's mouth, and then thinking about him living in the No. 26 small building, it can't be fake." Wei Quan had filtered the gaps before and after in the bathroom just now and reached the fact that it was 100% true.

Wei Xiaozhu said: "Then Shihe?"

"This Zhou Shihe's family is stronger than you think, that Steinway D274 piano is worth 6 figures, our country is a human society, no matter where there will be indicators, she can enter Lushan Village for her own reasons." Wei Quan said.

Thinking of the convenience of her own home in that small city of Lianyungang, Wei Xiaozhu was speechless.

Next, the aunt and niece sat face to face, silent for a long time, and the house was extremely quiet for a while.

After a long time, Wei Xiaozhu finally recovered a bit of self-consciousness from the huge impact and sighed: "Aunt, how can he be so talented?"

"Don't ask me, Auntie is just a mortal, can't empathize, maybe this is a real genius!" Wei Quan answered like this.

After another full 5 minutes of silence, Wei Quan crossed her legs: "I can empathize with Mai Sui a bit now, with such a boy around, other boys are hard to enter the eyes."

Wei Xiaozhu shook her head: "Mai Sui has had a crush on Li Heng since high school."

Wei Quan asked: "Love at first sight?"

Wei Xiaozhu said: "Didn't ask, but I guess so."

Looking at her eldest niece who reopened the book *To Live* to read, Wei Quan really wanted to say "You stay away from Li Heng in the future, he is a poison," but in the end, the words reached her lips and she swallowed them back.

On the other side.

On the way back to Lushan Village, Li Heng stepped on the moonlight on the ground and said: "Don't play outside so late when there are few people in the future. You and Xiaozhu are both fragrant buns in the eyes of men, making people worry."

Zhou Shihe looked at the tall back in front and responded gently: "Alright."

Walking a few more steps forward, Li Heng explained: "I'm not restricting your personal freedom, it's really because there are few people in our school during the summer vacation."

Zhou Shihe gave a light "Mm."

After a while, he asked: "Did you eat dinner?"

"Ate, ate at Fu Laoshi's house." Zhou Shihe said.

Then she thought for a moment and asked: "When exactly are you leaving?"

"On the 8th." He said.

Zhou Shihe asked: "Did you buy the ticket?"

"The teacher bought an airplane ticket." Li Heng said.

Zhou Shihe pondered for a moment, "If you leave, I also want to go back for a few days."

Li Heng expressed approval.

He wasn't there, and the two women weren't easy to continue recording, so it was better to go back for a few days.

Walking to the middle of the alley, Zhou Shihe said gently: "I told Xiaozhu the residential address of Lushan Village today."

"Mm."

Returning home, the two first washed up, then coincidentally came to the sofa to watch TV to pass the time.

During the period, Old Fu came to call Li Heng to drink, but was rejected by him, the reason being that his lower abdomen hurt a bit, and he caught a cold.

After Fu Laoshi left, Zhou Shihe, who hadn't made a sound just now, asked with concern: "Does it hurt badly?"

"No, I lied."

Li Heng changed the TV station and said calmly: "I don't want to drink tonight. And if I go to drink, no one will accompany you, and it's quite cold at home alone."

Zhou Shihe looked at him with the corner of her eye, and later followed him to watch TV.

What was playing at this time was the 87 version of *Dream of the Red Chamber*. Looking at Lin Daiyu on TV, Li Heng subconsciously looked at Zhou Shihe beside him, equally weak and pitiful, one turn, one look back, and the soul was hooked away.

It is said that actress Chen Xiaoxu exhausted the gentleness of the Northeast for three hundred years, but in Li Heng's view, she wasn't born beautiful enough, and her appearance was far worse than Miss Zhou's, and there was still a long distance from the Fudan Little King. At most, she could be associated with the word "beauty."

He couldn't help but ponder, if Zhou Shihe played Lin Daiyu, maybe she could travel through time and space, return to the book, and bring the real Lin Daiyu to life.

Seeing him look at her unconsciously, Zhou Shihe calmed down, and then asked gently: "What are you thinking about?"

Li Heng said: "Heart has more holes than Bi Gan, sickness is better than Xi Shi by three points. I think Cao Xueqin should have written Lin Daiyu based on your appearance."

Zhou Shihe pouted her small mouth, and said quietly: "My body is better than hers."

Li Heng withdrew his gaze and said leisurely: "Yes! It is better than hers, I don't know who was hugging the utility pole to resist the strong wind a few days ago."

Zhou Shihe glanced at him, took a pillow and put it in her arms, smiled and didn't make a sound.

After watching two episodes of the TV series, the night was quite deep. Li Heng glanced at the curtains drawn in the living room, stood up and walked toward the master bedroom: "I'm going to sleep first, you rest early too."

Zhou Shihe didn't respond. After the master bedroom door closed, she also stood up, turned off the TV, and entered the guest bedroom.

A night passed.

When Li Heng woke up again, it was raining heavily outside the window. He opened his eyes and saw Yu Shuheng standing at the head of the bed. The latter had just woken him up.

"Teacher." Li Heng struggled to sit up halfway.

"It's 7:24, get up quickly, we have to rush to Hongkou." Yu Shuheng told him that they had an appointment with the recording studio to start at 9 o'clock.

"Eh, alright." Li Heng responded, but didn't move, staring straight at her.

Yu Shuheng thought of something, leaned over to his ear, breathed like an orchid and teased: "Little boy, it's not like you haven't seen it, you will be the teacher's sooner or later, what are you shy about?"

After speaking, she stood up and walked quickly outside.

Damn it! Don't run!

Let you be arrogant, wait until one day I...

Forget it, Li Heng muttered and climbed up.

Zhou Shihe was already up, chatting and eating breakfast with Wei Xiaozhu and Chen Siya downstairs.

Seeing Wei Xiaozhu so early, Li Heng was both surprised and not surprised, and greeted: "Xiaozhu, why are you up so early?"

"Agreed with Shihe yesterday to go to Hongkou with you today." Wei Xiaozhu said.

Seeing Zhou Shihe nod slightly toward him imperceptibly, Li Heng understood, sat over, and started eating the thousand-layer cake and tofu brain.

While eating breakfast, Wei Xiaozhu tried hard to control herself not to observe Li Heng, but her eyes couldn't help but project onto him. She and her aunt had thought for a whole night and didn't understand, what was his brain made of? Same 19 years old, why was the gap so big?

She was still a flower in a greenhouse, while he was a legendary writer, and as expected, he would soon become a legendary musician, which was amazing!

Feeling something was wrong, Li Heng asked: "Comrade Xiaozhu, is there something dirty on my face?"

Wei Xiaozhu shook her head.

Li Heng blinked: "Then am I more handsome than yesterday?"

Wei Xiaozhu still shook her head.

Li Heng's face collapsed: "If I were you, I would definitely flatter: Li Heng, you are much more handsome than yesterday."

Hearing this, Zhou Shihe looked at him strangely, lowered her head and continued to deal with the thousand-layer cake, eating it into her mouth in small bites.

A smile appeared on Wei Xiaozhu's face: "Alright, you are indeed more handsome than yesterday."

Li Heng happily broke half of the fried dough stick in front of him to her, "Not letting you flatter in vain, reward for you."

Today they took two cars, the fake Daoist couple in one.

Li Heng, Zhou Shihe, and Wei Xiaozhu rode in Yu Laoshi's car.

On the way, Li Heng deliberately paid attention to Yu Shuheng's facial expression, but she was like an Antarctic iceberg, radiating cold breath, completely different from the Yu Laoshi who teased him in the room, completely two people.

Sometimes he really couldn't figure out: Why can a person's contrast be so big?

When enthusiastic, like fire, very hooking.

When indifferent, like a knife, no strangers allowed.

Yang Pu and Hongkou bordered, and they arrived at the recording studio in 40 minutes.

Although this was the 80s, the equipment in the recording studio was much more advanced than Li Heng imagined, highlighting a high-end atmosphere, worthy of being Shanghai, worthy of being found by Yu Laoshi.

The person in charge was two young people, a man and a woman. The man had long hair draped over his shoulders, and the woman had a crew cut and dyed white hair, giving people a very unreliable feeling.

Seeing Li Heng, without Yu Shuheng's introduction, the crew-cut woman took the initiative to reach out and said enthusiastically: "Li Laoshi, welcome."

Can she not be enthusiastic?

The crew-cut woman had already seen the 9 scores of *The Last of the Mohicans*, and her eyeballs were shocked to the ground! Thinking of *The Hometown's Original Scenery* on the Spring Festival Gala, Li Heng was no longer a human in her eyes, he had already broken away from the human category, he was a god!

Not seeing the person but hearing the name, the crew-cut woman, who had a great reputation in the industry, admired Li Heng! Completely convinced.

The crew-cut woman was like this, and the dragging long-haired man didn't drag when he saw Li Heng, and didn't dare to entrust the big man to reach out: "Li Laoshi."

The long-haired man was concise and not good at words, but the heat in his eyes could melt steel and break iron.

Being called "Teacher" by two people older than himself, Li Heng felt inexplicable, damn it! This is the effect of fame and fortune, this is reality!

Li Heng's strength covered the whole scene, and the beauty of Zhou Shihe and Wei Xiaozhu also caused quite a sensation in the recording studio. However, due to Yu Shuheng's pressure, no one dared to be presumptuous.

After both sides introduced themselves and got familiar for a while, Yu Shuheng said to Zhou Shihe: "Shihe, the piano here might not be as good as yours, you make do with it."

Hearing this, the crew-cut woman and the long-haired man looked at each other, and immediately understood that this was another person from a wealthy family. Their own piano was worth more than 100,000, and they actually said it wasn't as good as others. Who to reason with?

Plus Yu Shuheng's politeness to Zhou Shihe, the crew-cut woman and the long-haired man infinitely raised Zhou Shihe's weight in their hearts and labeled her "cannot be provoked."

Zhou Shihe nodded with a smile, quiet and silent.

For the first meeting, everyone held a meeting in a room, made some preparations, and had some ideological collisions, until 10:30 AM before officially recording.

The first recording was the Spring Festival Gala piece *The Hometown's Original Scenery*.

This piece, Li Heng and the three had performed it countless times, were familiar with it, and it went smoothly, and it was successfully turned over without much tossing.

The second piece, also today's main piece *The Last of the Mohicans*, Li Heng's bamboo flute and Yu Shuheng's *xun* were the main force, Zhou Shihe and the recording studio assisted, generally quite smooth, but small forks continued in the middle, after repeated adjustments and repeated coordination, hard work paid off, and it was finally completed around 3:00 PM.

Looking at Li Heng, Zhou Shihe, and Yu Shuheng arranged in a "product" shape in the recording studio. Chen Siya, who also made a living by music, was somewhat envious for no reason. At a certain moment, she even fantasized, how good would it be if she could replace Zhou Shihe?

How much sensation would this pure music album cause once released? How much impact would it have on the world music industry, even a fool could guess one or two.

If she could catch Li Heng's ride, it would be a huge wealth! No longer worrying about fame and fortune for a lifetime.

However, this was just a fantasy, Chen Siya knew that her piano level was unbearable in front of Zhou Shihe. To put it ugly, there was a difference between clouds and mud.

Wei Xiaozhu's gaze always hovered between Li Heng and Zhou Shihe. Unlike Chen Siya, she had envy, but more was appreciation, feeling proud for the two good friends.

*The Last of the Mohicans* was recorded, and seeing that the time was still early, Li Heng and the three touched on *The Street Where the Wind Lives* with the recording studio.

Because Li Heng was leaving on the 8th, Yu Shuheng, in order to catch up with the work, temporarily decided to record the third piece today before leaving.

*The Street Where the Wind Lives* was mainly Li Heng and Zhou Shihe, featuring a duet of erhu and piano.

After the piano prelude, when the erhu sound started, the souls of the people in the recording studio were resonated by the sad melody at this moment.

The parties involved, Li Heng and Zhou Shihe, were even more immersed in the music world. The occasional eye contact filled their hearts with an indescribable atmosphere, and just one look made their hearts palpitate.

Yu Shuheng saw all the scenes of the two, but didn't interrupt, she knew very well that this was the most perfect presentation state of art. Only with full emotions, only with compatible emotions, and only by empathizing with oneself first, could this piece be pushed to the peak.

And at this very moment, Li Heng and Zhou Shihe were in this intoxicated state, the light in their eyes looking at each other was brighter than ever, they transcended the shackles and constraints of the soul, and the unconstrained musical notes under their fingertips were like elves dancing on the morning dew.

Wei Xiaozhu was stunned, listening very carefully.

Don't know if it was an illusion, at this moment, she felt that Li Heng and Shihe were the most perfect lovers in the world. If they weren't together in the future, it would be inexplicably a pity, inexplicably a regret.

Wei Xiaozhu knew that this was just a hallucination, and it would return to the original state when the music dissipated. But she was also a woman, a beautiful woman, knowing the power of it better than ordinary people. If it went on for a long time, if Li Heng and Zhou Shihe continued to contact like this, it might cause waves.

She didn't dare to imagine, if one day Li Heng fell in love with Shihe, how would it end?

Maybe it was really her thinking too much, her gaze stayed on Li Heng and Zhou Shihe's faces for a long time, Wei Xiaozhu secretly warned herself not to let her imagination run wild.

At this moment, Wei Xiaozhu, who was also a beautiful woman, was a bit envious of Zhou Shihe, talented, thinking of nothing, lacking nothing, the most beautiful things in the world automatically gathered around her.

The fake Daoist was dizzy, confused, nodding constantly, full of praise: "Amazing! Great! This kid is going to heaven, feels better than listening to a concert in New York."

Chen Siya asked her husband quietly: "Did you discover anything?"

The fake Daoist was enjoying the music, didn't react, adjusted his glasses and asked: "What?"

"If Shuheng doesn't fight for it, the situation will become more and more unfavorable." Chen Siya said.

The fake Daoist was stunned, his gaze flowed around the three, bared his teeth and opened his mouth after a long while, "Hey! Talented man and beautiful woman, beautiful woman and talented man, people are not romantic in vain when they are young, put anyone in Li Heng's position, it's very difficult to keep their original heart."

Hearing the first half, Chen Siya wanted to go home and lose her temper.

But hearing the second half, Chen Siya stared at Zhou Shihe without blinking, deeply expressing approval. No matter which man, they had no resistance to Zhou Shihe at this moment.

After 7:00 PM, the third piece *The Street Where the Wind Lives* was finally recorded, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

After chatting with the crew-cut woman and the long-haired man, Yu Shuheng hosted and invited everyone to eat at a nearby restaurant.

Catching the opportunity to be alone, Li Heng said to Yu Shuheng: "Teacher, I'll pay the bill later, don't fight with me."

Yu Shuheng glanced at him and asked meaningfully: "Little boy, how do you feel today?"

"Feels quite good." Li Heng blurted out.

"Come find me tonight." Yu Shuheng narrowed her eyes and said softly.

"Ah!"

PS: Updated first, edited later.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 433 =====