classifiedscript Chapter 171 The Incredibly Long Night
Chapter 171 The Incredibly Long Night
Chapter 171 The Incredibly Long Night
On Lin Yourong's phone screen, there was a picture of Yu Huan's large nostrils from a deathly perspective.
On Yu Huan's phone screen, Lin Yourong's head was held upright, clearly indicating that she was walking while holding her phone.
He glanced at her almond-shaped eyes, which were as calm and deep as a lake.
Her words, "I'm sure I'll stay with one person forever," kept echoing in my mind.
Yu Huan let out a long sigh, thinking somewhat heavily: She probably has no romantic experience, so she's just love-struck?
She seems to rely on him excessively, often sending messages to subtly try to find out what he's doing.
They are prone to anxiety and are extremely sensitive and suspicious of anything that might threaten their relationship.
It seems they still have high expectations and fantasies about him.
As the woman, her emotional and material investment far exceeded his.
Yu Huan personally felt that she seemed to be love-struck no matter how you looked at her.
"You're putting a lot of pressure on me," Yu Huan muttered to herself.
He stood on the curb of the main road. This was a suburban area with relatively sparse buildings, lacking the hustle and bustle of the city center.
A night breeze blew by, carrying a slight chill, while the distant sounds of vehicles cutting through the air added a touch of liveliness to the quiet night.
On the phone screen.
Lin Yourong looked puzzled. Her voice came through the receiver, faint but clear: "Um, what are you saying?"
Yu Huan snapped out of her daze and turned her gaze away from the distant Mango TV building, which was shaped like the letter 'h'. This is how the so-called "toilet TV station" got its name.
Suddenly I realized that New Year's Day is just a few days away, and we will soon be welcoming the brand new year of 2013.
In mid-to-late January 2013, following Zhejiang TV's "The Voice of China" in 2012, Hunan TV will launch a phenomenal music competition program that will sweep the nation.
Previously, I was only making plans for myself. As for Lin Yourong, I originally only planned to find a few more good songs for her and didn't think about anything else.
This was the first time he had seriously considered Lin Yourong's needs.
After a moment of contemplation, he said, "Mango TV is producing a music variety show called 'I Am a Singer.' Based on my accurate predictions of demolition plans, I think this show is bound to be a huge hit."
Regardless of which show is more popular, "I Am a Singer" is definitely superior to "The Voice of China" in terms of overall quality.
"Ah—?" Lin Yourong seemed somewhat surprised on the other side of the screen, and her pace noticeably slowed down.
Yu Huan adjusted the phone camera, making her expression more serious and earnest: "This program should be in preparation and will start recording soon."
Lin Yourong said hesitantly, "I know about this show. I heard it has a big budget and invited many popular and talented singers, but I wasn't invited..."
Yu Huan couldn't help but rub his forehead.
This girl is truly living in a treasure trove without realizing it, unaware of which social circle she belongs to.
"You're a talent show contestant from Zhejiang TV, what are you doing promoting your album at Hunan TV's headquarters?"
Lin Yourong said weakly, "My mom pulled some strings..."
"Your popularity and singing skills are pretty good now, right? So what if you weren't invited? Why don't you play the victim and ask your parents to pull some strings?"
He lowered his hand and solemnly instructed:
"Listen to me, you absolutely must participate in this program."
"Okay." Lin Yourong nodded, still a little confused. "I'll listen to you~"
When the invitations for the first season of "I Am a Singer" were finalized, almost all the top singers declined, including big names like Faye Wong and Eason Chan.
While video chatting with Lin Yourong, Yu Huan strolled leisurely along the road, keeping an eye on the passing vehicles.
In this area, it's not so easy to hail a taxi.
Hearing Lin Yourong's trusting words, Yu Huan's lips unconsciously curved into a smile, and she softly said, "Rongrong..."
"Hmm?" she responded softly.
Yu Huan joked, "Where's today's 'darling'?"
The words fell.
On the screen, her slightly raised almond-shaped eyes, which had been fixed on the front, now shifted slightly downwards, as if she were looking directly at him.
The painting over there is shaky, the camera is a bit unstable, and Lin Yourong seems to be walking up the stairs.
She pouted and said, "I'm at the door. I'll brush my teeth and go to sleep. I'll hang up now."
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan was stunned. What exactly went wrong this time?
The white silk is a mystery.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind, and he hurriedly said, "Wife, if you don't call me 'darling,' I won't be able to sleep tonight!"
On the screen, Lin Yourong turned and closed the door, pausing slightly before softly replying, "Darling~"
The tone was like a gentle spring breeze, warm and tender.
Immediately afterwards, the video call ended with a "beep," leaving Yu Huan staring blankly at the phone screen.
Yu Huan scratched his head, but he understood about 70-80% of what was going on.
No wonder.
I used to shamelessly call her "wife," and she would remain completely unmoved. Turns out, she's gotten addicted to hearing it, isn't she?
I will never call her "wife" so easily again.
I have to wait until she calls me "husband" first!
"I'm going to brush my teeth and go to bed now. You should get some rest when you get back too."
Yu Huan looked at the message Lin Yourong sent and replied to her using her thumb to type a nine-grid key:
Goodnight, muah~
Just then, he suddenly caught sight of a taxi with its green light on, showing that it was available.
Yu Huan hurriedly waved to stop the car and got in, returning to the Lion Mountain Community.
When Yu Huan finished washing up and lay down on the soft bed, it was already one o'clock in the morning.
This afternoon I need to help Lao Lin move his office, and the results of Yu Songnian's injury assessment are coming out, so I'll definitely have to go to the Public Security Bureau. It's going to be another busy day.
He closed his eyes, trying to drift off to sleep, but his thoughts raced wildly like a runaway horse.
To be honest, Lin Yourong's words kept me up all night.
I just can't fall asleep.
He tossed and turned, adjusting his sleeping position, trying to find the most comfortable position.
But whenever he was about to fall asleep, those clear and captivating almond eyes, like pools of autumn water, would always appear in his mind.
At the same time, the words "I'm sure I'll stay with one person forever" came out, instantly bringing him to his senses.
Now that I've been reborn, what's wrong with being a little more fantastical?
Perhaps Lin Yourong was actually a witch who cast a spell on him and trapped him?
Yu Huan sighed, opened her eyes, looked at the ceiling, and silently counted sheep in her mind.
As dawn broke outside the window, Yu Huan endured an incredibly long pre-sleep coma before finally falling into a deep slumber.
However, it seemed like only a blink of an eye before he was startled awake by the sudden ringing of the telephone.
He struggled to open his sore eyelids, fumbled for his phone by the pillow, and saw a long string of numbers on the caller ID.
The time is displayed as 8 o'clock.
Yu Huan's head slammed back onto the pillow, and she fell into a deep sleep once more.
When the phone rang again, he had recovered considerably. He picked up his phone and saw it was the same number; it was already 9:40.
Helpless, he held the phone to his ear and answered the call, his voice hoarse: "Hello?"
A deep, gentle, older male voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hello, is this Xiao Yu?"
Hearing the unfamiliar voice, Yu Huan blinked a few times, trying to clear her head: "It's me—and who are you?"
"I am Yang Bin's father."
It turned out to be Fatty Yang's father. Yu Huan had dealt with him for a while and had a pretty good impression of the old man.
Although they are father and son, their ways of doing things are quite different.
He immediately sat up, wrapped in the blanket, leaning against the headboard. He raised the back of his hand to rub his sleepy eyes and said politely, "Oh, it's Uncle Yang."
"Yes, I already know what happened yesterday." Old Yang paused for a moment. "I'm really sorry, but I'm at the police station right now. Could you come over here so we can talk in person?"
As the elderly father, Old Yang personally stepped in to mediate.
Knowing this perfectly well, Yu Huan nodded and said, "Okay, but I'm still sleeping. I'll get up, have breakfast, and then I'll go over."
"Okay, let's talk again when we meet."
After hanging up the phone, Yu Huan stretched wearily and dragged her tired steps into the bathroom.
He squinted as he poured water.
He swayed slightly.
It seemed as if it might lose its balance and collapse at any moment, falling into a deep sleep again.
He forced himself to stand in front of the sink, turned on the tap, and scooped up a handful of cold water to wash his face. The water droplets hit his face, but they did not completely wash away his drowsiness.
My eyelids still felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.
Yu Huan mechanically picked up the toothbrush, squeezed out some toothpaste, and began brushing her teeth.
It made a "swish" sound coming from its mouth.
He gazed at his tired face in the mirror, a result of lack of sleep, and couldn't help but sigh.
The seasoned veteran, reborn from a previous life, was kept awake all night by a single sentence from a warrior of pure love.
If this gets out, it's definitely embarrassing.
Despite not feeling well, I still went downstairs with a tired face and bought two meat buns and a box of yogurt drink.
Since his electric scooter was still parked near the Lianhe Zaobao building, he had no choice but to take a taxi to the police station.
Sitting in the front passenger seat of the taxi, Yu Huan wolfed down two meat buns. With a full stomach, she felt a little more refreshed.
Then, he took out his phone and dialed Yu Songnian's number.
As soon as the ringtone started, Yu Songnian's deep and powerful voice came through the phone: "Hey, Huan-ge."
"Songnian, have the results of your injury assessment come out yet?" Yu Huan asked casually while sucking on the straw of her yogurt drink.
Yu Songnian spoke with a strong voice and was in good condition: "It's nothing serious. I had a CT scan and an MRI. The forensic examination results showed that it was a scalp laceration and a scalp hematoma, which is considered a minor injury."
"I'm going to the police station now. Fatty Yang's father is here, probably to mediate. Where are you?"
"I'm in the hospital, and Qianqian is with me too." Yu Songnian's voice sounded much more cheerful as he said the last part.
Yu Huan could almost see his smug face. She smiled and said, "Then take the test results to the Public Security Bureau and see if they can settle this matter."
A somewhat puzzled voice came from the other end of the phone: "Brother Huan, didn't we already put Fatty Yang and his gang in jail? What else is going on?"
"Are you stupid?! Fatty Yang, as the main culprit, has definitely been criminally detained by now. If he wants leniency, he can only compensate us and try to get a letter of forgiveness from us." Yu Huan explained patiently, emphasizing the words 'compensate'.
Yu Songnian suddenly realized: "Okay, Brother Huan, I'll go to the police station right away."
After hanging up the phone, Yu Huan threw the empty yogurt carton into a plastic bag.
Shortly after, the taxi braked suddenly and came to a steady stop in front of the police station entrance.
"Handsome, we're here. Twelve yuan."
Hearing the driver's words, Yu Huan counted out three bills from her wallet and handed them to him.
After getting off the bus, Yu Huan casually threw the plastic bag into a trash can on the side of the road.
He immediately dialed Lao Yang's number.
(End of this chapter)