Chapter 432

"Feeling my way through the darkness, guided by a beating heart..."

Zhou Huimin's headphones were connected to a Walkman, from which the voice of Elton John emerged.

The song "Wake Me Up" was very pleasant to listen to. Mao Mao Amin felt the main credit belonged to Ah Ming; after all, who else could have written it so well? She hadn't listened to many electronic-style songs, but this had to be the best one. No wonder it could reach the top of the Billboard singles chart!

A month ago, Elton John, who had originally wanted to collect some electronic music of the same style to make an album, wasn't very satisfied with the new songs he had received, so he simply released it as a single.

It parachuted into the Billboard Top 10 in its first week of release and had already ascended to the number one spot the previous week, sparking an electronic music trend in the UK and US. People learned for the first time that an electronic style could be so catchy.

This single had only just become available for sale in Hong Kong recently, and Zhou Huimin bought several copies in one go.

Now, the promotion of "Wake Me Up" was also a very important marketing point. Once it reached Hong Kong, he was even more important than the singer himself; as soon as it was mentioned that it was a new English song written by Wei Ming, it sold out as fast as it was stocked.

At first, Mao Mao Amin hadn't even managed to buy one while queuing herself. Fortunately, PolyGram was the one selling this album in Hong Kong, so Mao Mao Amin was able to get these copies through her own connections, and the singles she had were also distributed by PolyGram, though she hadn't signed with a company.

Because she was listening so intently, it was quite a while before she heard the doorbell ring.

"Who is it? Mommy, did you forget your keys?"

No one responded, but through the peephole, she saw a rose. Someone was holding a single rose to block the peephole and cover their face.

"Ah Ming? Is that you?" Zhou Huimin's voice trembled slightly.

Wei Ming smiled and moved the flower away, and then the door opened.

He hadn't even had time to present the flower before the young girl had already thrown herself into his arms.

"You finally remembered me!" Mao Mao Amin's small fists still hammered his back a few times, not quite venting her frustration.

Wei Ming hurried inside and closed the door, his palm gently stroking her back.

Seeing Mao Mao Amin again, Wei Ming felt she had blossomed even more since last time; her face was prettier, her temperament more elegant, and she seemed to have grown up a bit more as well.

Xiao Hong would be envious if she saw this; she was a year older than Mao Mao Amin.

Every time they met, Mao Mao Amin was evolving toward greater perfection. This was just what was visible; in places unseen, Mao Mao Amin's singing technique was also getting better and better. At this moment, the gap between her and when she had just become Dai Sicong's student was obvious; even if she were to hold a concert now, she wouldn't be afraid.

Zhou Huimin tucked one earphone into Wei Ming's ear, and the two of them listened to "Wake Me Up" once more.

"Have you not heard the cassette of this song yet?"

"Hmm, but I've heard Elton sing it live, when I was in the US." Wei Ming also knew this song must be selling quite well, which could be reflected by the amount of money deposited into his account.

"Electronic music is still quite difficult; my energy right now is mainly on the piano and guitar."

Zhou Huimin reported her learning progress during this period to Wei Ming. She not only liked singing but also loved playing instruments; her goal for the future was to be able to write music that expressed her own feelings.

The Zhou Huimin of the previous life did indeed have a certain creative talent; although her major representative works weren't written by her, there were occasionally original songs she composed herself on her albums.

"You wouldn't be thinking of writing your own songs in the future, would you?"

"Being able to write them myself would of course be best." Zhou Huimin lowered her head to sniff the rose.

Wei Ming took a piece of paper out of his pocket: "Then it seems the songs I wrote won't be of much use."

Mao Mao Amin snatched it away with quick reflexes: "The main thing is still relying on you to write them for me, of course."

Unfolding the paper, she saw the title written on it: "Pink Memories."

This was a Mandarin song. Zhou Huimin scanned it quickly: "This song is very suitable for this season."

Wei Ming: "Do you want to try singing it?"

"Okay." She sat in front of the piano, playing and singing at the same time.

"Summer, summer quietly passes, leaving behind a little secret, pressed deep in my heart, pressed deep in my heart, I can't tell you..."

Halfway through singing, Zhou Huimin stopped. She looked at Wei Ming: "It feels like something isn't quite right."

Wei Ming: "Because this is a song best sung while dancing."

"No wonder," Zhou Huimin said, "Just now I kept wanting to stand up."

"Let's stop playing; let's sing a cappella." Wei Ming held down the piano, letting her stand up.

Zhou Huimin: "I really haven't tried that before; I'm not very good at dancing."

"But it will definitely look very good when you dance." Wei Ming praised her mindlessly. These legs—there was no reason for them not to look good; these legs *are* the reason!

Zhou Huimin was wearing a casual knee-length skirt. She first memorized the lyrics, then began to imitate those singing-and-dancing singers on TV, pacing back and forth in the living room, swaying her waist and hips.

Halfway through singing, she even forgot the lyrics. Wei Ming hurriedly held the lyrics in front of her, letting her finish singing smoothly.

Then she said unconfidently: "Can this look good?"

Wei Ming laughed: "It's a pity I didn't record it, otherwise you'd know whether it looked good or not."

Mao Mao Amin sat down on the sofa with a thud. Wei Ming comforted her: "Actually, the range of motion doesn't need to be that big. You can ponder it yourself later. Congratulations on taking your first step in singing and dancing."

Mao Mao Amin leaned against Wei Ming's shoulder: "Although the dance is hard to do, the song is very pleasant to listen to; it has a kind of fresh Taiwanese style. By the way, did you receive the "Zhi Hu Zhe Ye" I sent you later?"

"I received it. This person named Luo Dayou is indeed very impressive; every song on the album is very worth listening to repeatedly."

"Still a bit worse than you," Mao Mao Amin laughed, "Then how many days do you plan to stay in Hong Kong this time? You aren't going to leave right after delivering this song, are you?"

Her smile was full of reluctance, and her two hands had already restlessly grabbed Wei Ming's arm, as if to lock him in place.

Wei Ming: "I'll have to stay for at least half a month. Besides the main task of visiting you and my parents, I also need to shoot a short film while I'm at it."

"What? Shoot a short film?" Zhou Huimin said in surprise.

Just as Wei Ming was about to explain why he wanted to shoot this short film, Zhou Huimin suddenly said "Ah!" again: "But Uncle and Auntie have already returned to the mainland. Didn't you know?"

"What!"

"What kind of situation is this~" Xu Shufen sighed. The day they returned happened to be the day their son and daughter went to Hong Kong.

"Our vacation is limited. Should we wait, or fly back immediately to find them?" Xu Shufen asked again.

They still had to return to Hong Kong. Although it was hard to leave their homeland, modern life was truly very attractive, and there were also their old father and the naughty children over there.

"Say something, head of the house." Xu Shufen nudged her husband.

Lao Lao Lao Wei was still reminiscing. Along this journey, people all treated them as overseas Chinese; the changes were too great.

He hurriedly said: "I don't know how many days they plan to go for, but Ping'an definitely knows. I'll call and ask."

First, he called the home phone, but no one answered, then he called Wei Ping'an's office. This time, there was someone.

"Oh, looking for our Director Wei? Sorry, he's in a meeting. May I ask who you are?" a female voice said.

"Who are you?" Lao Lao Lao Wei asked in return.

"I am Director Wei's secretary."

Lao Lao Lao Wei also knew about his cousin's promotion, but he really wasn't clear about having a female secretary. This kid wouldn't have become corrupt, would he?

He hadn't even been corrupted by capitalism himself yet; he couldn't let him get ahead of him!

So Lao Lao Lao Wei said: "Tell him later that I'm his brother. I'm going to his house for dinner tonight. If he's free, have him call me back. Tell him it's the phone at the Overseas Chinese Apartment, and he'll know."

Once this was mentioned, the secretary also understood: "You are Teacher Wei Ming's father, right?"

"Yes, that's me."

Before long, Wei Ping'an learned about this from the secretary. He asked repeatedly: "Did he say 'I am his brother' or 'I am his cousin'?"

Secretary: "I am his brother."

It could be said that Wei Jiefang often said this normally, but at this very moment, Wei Ping'an couldn't help but start to harbor doubts, suspecting that Brother Jiefang saying it this way had a hidden meaning.

Because he was quite busy with work, he didn't call back. After getting off work, he directly bought a few hearty dishes from the cafeteria to bring back, and told Lu Xiaoyan at home: "Brother Jiefang and the others are back. Let's add two more dishes."

And on the other side, at Old Gui's house, Wei Hong and Lin Ni were staring at each other. Lin Ni also wanted to prepare dinner, but was afraid of not doing it well and losing face in front of the younger generation, so she had to desperately look for topics, hoping that the dead ghost and Xiao Wei would return.

Wei Hong felt the same. The atmosphere was indeed a bit awkward; after all, everyone didn't know each other at all.

This brother was too unreliable. He knocked on the door, heard someone answer inside, and then took the elevator down directly before the door closed, saying he had important business, and even secretly took a rose from the bouquet.

"This flower is quite nice." Lin Ni praised the bouquet Wei Hong had brought, which had several colors: red, yellow, and blue.

"Hmm, it's what my brother wanted to buy. He said you are a person with a taste for life and would definitely like it."

Lin Ni laughed: "Your brother is still romantic, unlike your grandfather. No wonder your brother can make girls unable to forget him."

"My brother? Girls? Unable to forget him? Who?"

"It's Mao Mao Amin. Do you know Zhou Huimin?"

"I've heard of her. My brother's pen pal. She sings very well, but how old is she?"

"A year younger than you." Lin Ni glanced at Wei Hong's flat chest, but that area was quite a bit larger.

"Then what about my brother? What are his feelings for Mao Mao Amin? Is he also unable to forget her?" Xiao Hong started gossiping.

"This..." Lin Ni felt it should be a two-way street, but she didn't dare to guarantee it. "You can ask your brother. But if you want to get to know Mao Mao Amin, I can help introduce you. She lives downstairs."

"Oh, downstairs~"

Speaking of this, the two suddenly had the same thought: Wei Ming wouldn't be at Mao Mao Amin's house right now, would he!

Lin Ni found a way to break the awkwardness: "Xiao Hong, do you want to go downstairs with me to see?"

"Okay!"

After going down eight floors, the two knocked on the door, but no one responded. Lin Ni was disappointed: "Not at home?"

Actually, they had just gone out. Speaking of wanting to shoot a short film, Wei Ming invited her out to watch the currently popular "E. T. the Extra-Terrestrial."

Although Mao Mao Amin had already seen it, she pretended she hadn't and readily agreed.

On the way, Wei Ming told her why he wanted to shoot this short film, leaving Mao Mao Amin stunned. Ah Ming was already talented enough; he could write songs, novels, and scripts, and was also very talented in art. Now, he was actually going to challenge himself to become a director.

Was there anything in this world that could stump him!

"Ah Ming, I'm already on summer vacation. Is there anything you need my help with for this short film? I'm duty-bound!" she said brightly, and she would even agree if he asked her to appear on camera to act.