Chapter 638: If the Fireworks Don't Wait for Nightfall, They Won't Be Perfect

"If you want to hang yourself on me, you'd better see if you have the ability to do so."

Zhou Yi smiled, pushed open the empty recording studio door, and placed a file folder on the shelf: "Otherwise, I'll treat you like a cow or a horse from now on, guaranteeing you'll complain day and night."

"Lue lue lue."

Sun Yanzi raised her hand to make a funny face, lifted her chin, and said proudly: "Then I'll break the contract and jump ship to Sony or EMI. I'm not forced to hang myself on this tree, you know. I'm in high demand. Before Chen Ze Shan left, he even thought about poaching me."

"Just you?"

"What, is that not allowed?"

Sun Yanzi, comfortably nestled in the sofa, twisted her body contentedly, interlaced her fingers behind her head, tilted her head, and playfully said: "Sony even offered a sky-high price, a sky-high price, oh sky-high price. Do you know what a sky-high price means?"

"Go to Sony and fight Li Yijie for the top spot?"

After putting away the documents, Zhou Yi turned around, casually poured two cups of water, sat down, and handed one to her: "She's currently going all out, planning to crush Li Wen in one go. If you go over there, won't that directly trigger a world war?"

Following the success of her previous album, Cai Yilin, whose target is already the Sony top spot, has once again teamed up with Jay Chou this year—

In her eagerly anticipated new album "Castle," besides the title track "Love Thirty-Six Stratagems," there is also a new song by Jay Chou currently under strict confidentiality. The reunion of the Double J has certainly whetted many people's appetites.

It must be said, the marketing of the Double J is indeed very successful, directly becoming the second only to the Warner Twins in the music scene.

And after confirming the conflict with Sony Records (China), whether Li Wen, who has decided to continue preparing to break into the US market, is willing to peacefully give up the top spot remains an unknown.

"What does that have to do with me? I am a Diva, a Diva."

Sun Yanzi, swinging her legs, spoke in a lazy tone. Seeing Zhou Yi start connecting cables and turning on equipment, she couldn't help but stretch her neck, looking at him curiously: "What are you doing? It's so late, aren't you going home? Still working overtime?"

"Just finish the last bit of arrangement work, and tomorrow we can start recording the new song. After recording, we'll submit it to the Spring Festival Gala director group for review." Zhou Yi, who had already done about seventy or eighty percent of the work while in Hong Kong, briefly recounted the whole story, making the woman exclaim in amazement—

After getting the lyric sheet and glancing at it, she suddenly understood: "I was wondering why Qian Jiang ordered several sets of such festive clothes when I came back after filming. It turns out they were for you to shoot the MV."

After finishing her scenes in "Kung Fu," she started her leisure trip. Her work consisted of Spring Festival Gala rehearsal practice or going out to shoot advertisements. Like today, she had just gone out to shoot an advertisement two days ago and only returned this morning.

"You don't plan to put this song on an album either?"

Sun Yanzi, who had hummed along twice, sat up straight as if she had discovered a new continent, raised her hand to brush aside the bangs scattered on her forehead, and asked curiously.

Zhou Yi, still busy, shook his head firmly: "Although, if we really talk about it, it could indeed be put on the fifth album, but there's no need."

Rules cannot be broken.

"At that time, just release it as a ringtone, and include a simple MV that is basically synthesized using a green screen."

Given the infectious power of this song, for the half month or month after the New Year, at least until the Lantern Festival, there should be soil for "Gong Xi Fa Cai" to ferment and exert its influence. It should have great potential in the ringtone market.

It's the New Year, after all. The point is to have a festive atmosphere. Anyway, not many people will watch the MV for this kind of song. The reason for recording it is simply to maintain his persona—whenever it's his song, there must be an MV.

Can it really be put on the fifth album?

Sun Yanzi, who had keenly captured this information, blinked her eyes, walked over to the man's side, bent forward slightly with her hands behind her back, turned her head to gaze at his serious working expression, and smiled as she spoke: "Do you have a concept for your fifth album?"

"Not yet. Currently, no lyrics, no melody written, and no concept yet. What, do you have suggestions?" Zhou Yi, who had stopped his current work, turned his head to face her, raised his eyebrows, and asked.

Sun Yanzi pouted slightly, and then her mouth stretched almost to the back of her head: "Hehe, actually, no. It's just that my creative desire has been strong recently, and I'm eager to find inspiration. You know what I mean, are you interested in being my Muse?"

"Just you?"

Zhou Yi couldn't hold back and laughed out loud: "You can fool others, but don't fool yourself."

Up to now, none of the songs written or composed by Sun Yanzi have had any degree of popularity; they basically belong to talent visible only to fans.

In fact, among all the songs she has written throughout her career, the only big hit-level golden song is probably "She Said," by Lin Junjie. This song was often jokingly referred to as the "Flower and Grass Song" in her previous life—

A Singaporean "Flower" wrote the lyrics, and a Singaporean "Grass" composed the music, implying it was a song they collaborated on together.

But this does no harm, after all, singers are singers. Being able to compose is just a bonus; singing is the main job.

Sun Yanzi, whose face was somewhat embarrassed, got angry and tried to grab him, but Zhou Yi skillfully dodged—she almost fell to the ground.

Sun Yanzi, who had stopped stumbling, bared her teeth and said: "Wow, you really are someone. To talk like that. I even prepared a birthday gift for you, and you treat me like this."

A birthday gift?

Oh, it seems my birthday is indeed coming up soon.

Recalling the time, Zhou Yi, who was momentarily stunned, finally realized what Sun Yanzi was talking about.

His birthday is the 13th day of the 12th lunar month, which is January 4th on the Gregorian calendar this year.

And now, only five minutes remain until 12:01 AM on January 4th.

"What gift? Where is it? I don't see anything in your hands."

Zhou Yi looked left and right but didn't find the birthday gift Sun Yanzi was talking about: "Did you leave it at home?"

"Guess?" The latter raised both hands, bent her index and middle fingers simultaneously to make rabbit ears and act cute, and then, with a mischievous smile, pulled a black ribbon from her pocket—

Hiss...

Zhou Yi's eyelids twitched imperceptibly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression gradually became playful: "Your gift had better be presentable."

"If you think that way, then I can't help it."

With the man sitting motionless, Sun Yanzi folded the black ribbon in her hand and then covered his eyes with it.

"So stimulating?" Zhou Yi, whose vision was suddenly blacked out, offered no resistance, letting her help him up from the chair and slowly walk towards the door.

Because his vision was "sealed," he felt his other senses, such as touch and hearing, become exceptionally sharp.

Sun Yanzi supported him just like that, walking all the way into the elevator.

"Why do we still need to take the elevator?"

"Because if we don't take the elevator, we can't pass the review."

"So private?"

"Of course."

As the two were chatting, upon hearing the sound of the elevator doors opening, Zhou Yi knew they had arrived at their destination.

"Wait a moment. I'll say 3, 2, 1, and then you take off the ribbon, okay?"

Sun Yanzi, who had brought Zhou Yi to the rooftop of the Warner Building, warned the man repeatedly not to peek, and then took out a lighter from her pocket, pressed her tongue against the tip, and began to light the fuse of the small fireworks she had arranged in advance—

"3, 2, 1!"

Zhou Yi responded by yanking off the black silk band that had been covering his eyes; the next second, blinding light replaced the darkness, rushing into his eyes in an instant!

Beneath the desolate, pitch-black night, the tiny fireworks blooming on the rooftop sparkled continuously with their own exclusive glow. Sun Yanzi, beaming with joy, held a not-too-large but exquisite cake, extending her arm straight toward where he stood—

"Ta-da! Zhou Yi, happy birthday!"

Right at the stroke of midnight, Sun Yanzi lit the graceful fireworks under the starry sky framed by boundless night, holding the cake as she offered her blessings—

The pairing of night and fireworks, the woman holding the cake with a smile like a blooming flower.

Zhou Yi pressed his tongue against the corner of his lips; after a long pause, the upward curve of his mouth became impossible to suppress: "Is it only you? I thought a whole crowd would jump out."

"Come on, it's already midnight; who else would be at the company besides me?" Sun Yanzi said proudly, placing one hand on her hip and tilting her chin up slightly.

"You know it's midnight, right? In the middle of the night like this, you want me to eat cake?"

"There's nothing I can do; if I hadn't waited for nightfall, the fireworks wouldn't have been perfect."