bestfiction Chapter 420 Is being too outstanding a mistake?
Chapter 420 Is being too outstanding a mistake?
After hearing Lu Ran's words, Shen Yuege thought about it and felt that this was more likely.
After all, they were the original singers, so it's normal to be mistaken for the original singers when they sing their own songs in a karaoke bar.
Subsequent events proved Lu Ran's guess to be correct.
Because shortly after that waiter left, another person came in carrying water.
This time it was a male waiter, not very old, in his early twenties. He looked normal when he came in, but his movements while dispensing water were noticeably slower than usual.
After putting the water down, he didn't leave immediately. He stood to the side pretending to tidy up something, his ears perked up.
Lu Ran and Shen Yuege sang another song.
After Lu Ran finished singing, she turned to look at the male waiter. Caught red-handed, the waiter blushed and said, "Sorry to bother you," before turning and running out.
Shen Yuege leaned back on the sofa, laughing uncontrollably: "He was eavesdropping on our singing."
"He wasn't eavesdropping; he was listening openly. He thought we hadn't noticed."
Do you think he recognized us?
"No. If he recognized them, he wouldn't just stand there listening. He would have come up to ask for autographs and photos, and then posted on his WeChat Moments saying, 'I ran into Shen Yuege and Lu Ran at a KTV on the first day of the Lunar New Year.'"
Shen Yuege thought about it and felt that what he said made sense.
It's good that they didn't recognize me; if they had, it would have been troublesome.
During the Lunar New Year, she didn't want to be surrounded by onlookers, so she just wanted to quietly sing a few songs to relax.
Of course, it's also possible that the other person was well-mannered and didn't disturb them even though they recognized them.
The two sang for another half hour.
Shen Yuege's voice started to sound a little hoarse, not because she had sung too much, but because the air conditioning in the KTV was too hot and her throat was a little dry.
She took a few sips of water to moisten her throat, put down the microphone, and said she was done singing because her throat was tired.
Lu Ran put down the microphone, sat back on the sofa, leaned against the cushions, and stretched.
The two sat quietly, with the backing track of a song playing from the speaker. It was background music automatically played by the song selection machine, and the volume was low, as if someone was singing from a distance.
"Lu Ran," Shen Yuege suddenly spoke.
"Um?"
"Do you think we'll still be coming to karaoke like this when we're old?"
"Yes."
How did you know?
"Because I'll still be able to sing when I'm old. When I can't sing anymore, I'll just sit and listen to you sing."
Shen Yuege smiled and leaned over to rest her head on his shoulder.
Lu Ran didn't move; he just sat there, letting her lean against him.
The lights in the private room were dim, a warm yellow tone that made their skin look very soft.
An old song was playing from the speaker; the melody was slow, like it was telling a story from long ago.
About ten minutes later, a waiter knocked on the door and came in, saying that their time was up and asking if they wanted to extend their stay. Lu Ran glanced at his phone and realized they had already been in the karaoke bar for three hours. Time really flies.
"I won't continue. Checkout."
The waiter pressed a few buttons on the machine and said that the time exceeding the allotted time would be charged by the hour, and that an additional 120 yuan would be required.
Shen Yuege saw it, took out her phone from her bag, scanned the code, and paid the bill.
"Thank you, little rich girl."
"Thank you, handsome guy, for coming to sing with me during the Chinese New Year."
"Of course, it's also what I want to sing."
"...Would you die if you didn't explain?"
Lu Ran opened her mouth, but found that she couldn't refute it.
When I came out of the KTV, it was almost dark outside.
On the evening of the first day of the Lunar New Year, there were not many pedestrians on the street, most shops were closed, and only a few restaurants and convenience stores had their lights on.
The streetlights were already on, their orange glow casting long shadows on the sidewalk.
Shen Yuege walked ahead, her strides becoming much larger after she changed from high heels to sneakers. Lu Ran followed behind her, their shadows overlapping on the ground, like two people embracing.
"What are we having for dinner?" Shen Yuege asked.
"I don't know. What would you like to eat?"
"All the restaurants outside are closed during the Lunar New Year, so there's not much to eat."
"Come home and eat. Your mom has probably already cooked."
Shen Yuege stopped, turned around and looked at him: "My mom's cooking is delicious, but I've been eating it for several days and I'm getting a little tired of it."
Lu Ran thought for a moment and said, "How about we make it ourselves?"
Shen Yuege glanced at him, her expression as if she were looking at someone talking in their sleep: "Do you want to do it?"
After thinking about it, Lu Ran decided to take a good rest during the New Year and go home to eat his mother-in-law's cooking.
Shen Yuege laughed, laughing so hard she almost fell over. After she finished laughing, she said, "Alright, let's go home and eat. My mom's cooking may be a bit greasy, but at least it tastes pretty good."
The two walked to the roadside and hailed a taxi.
When Shen Yuege got into the car, Lu Ran opened the door for her. As she bent down to sit inside, she glanced back at him and said, "You did a good job today."
"What was his performance like?"
"Open the door for me. You used to go up first and then wait for me in the car."
Lu Ran thought about it and realized that it seemed to make sense.
He didn't used to open car doors for girls; it wasn't intentional, he just wasn't aware of it.
But for some reason today, when I walked to the car, I naturally walked over to her side, opened the car door for her, and then walked around to my side to get in the car.
Perhaps this is what transformation is all about.
The taxi drove through the streets, the streetlights outside the window receding one after another, their orange light leaving blurry shadows on the car window.
Shen Yuege leaned back in her seat, staring blankly out the window.
Lu Ran sat next to her, reminiscing about the day's activities, and then unconsciously recalled the bug in the lucky draw red envelope that Zhao Yiming had mentioned.
When I got home, Priscilla Chan had already prepared dinner.
The table was set with four dishes and a soup: braised pork, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, cucumber salad, and a pot of pork rib soup.
There weren't many dishes, but every single one was piping hot, freshly cooked.
Shen Zhiwei was already sitting at the dining table, with a glass of wine in front of him. It wasn't Moutai, but bayberry wine that Chen Huixian had brewed herself. It wasn't very strong and was a deep reddish-purple color.
He saw Lu Ran and Shen Yuege come in and waved, "Come and eat. Your mother has been waiting for you for ages."
Priscilla Chan poked her head out from the kitchen: "I didn't wait. I'm heating up the soup. Soup doesn't taste good when it's cold."
Shen Yuege changed her shoes, washed her hands, and sat down at the dining table.
Lu Ran sat down next to her. Chen Huixian came out of the kitchen with a bowl of soup, placed the soup in the middle of the table, and then sat down next to Shen Zhiwei.
The four of them started eating.
Shen Zhiwei took a sip of bayberry wine and comfortably squinted his eyes.
Priscilla Chan put a piece of braised pork on Shen Yuege's plate, then put a piece on Lu Ran's plate, then put a piece on her own plate, and finally put a piece on Shen Zhiwei's plate.
"Eat more. You should eat more during the Lunar New Year," Priscilla Chan said.
Lu Ran was biting into the braised pork, thinking about something.
Today, while singing karaoke, Shen Yue sang a song he had never heard before.
It's not his song, nor is it her own. It's a very old song with a slow melody and simple lyrics. It tells the story of a person waiting for another person to return from the beach.
Shen Yue's voice was very soft when she sang, as if she were telling a secret.
He wanted to ask what the song was called, but he didn't.
Some songs don't need to have their names known; just hearing them is enough.
But these old songs from bygone eras do have a unique charm.
Indeed, things are not as good as they were in ancient times.
By the time we were eating, it was already completely dark outside the window.
A few sporadic firecrackers could be heard in the distance, far fewer than last night, but the occasional sound was still enough to draw people's attention.
Someone downstairs was setting off fireworks, not the big ones, but the small sparklers that kids hold. Golden sparks drew arcs in the darkness.
After finishing her meal, Shen Yuege took her bowl to the kitchen to wash it.
Lu Ran went over to help, but she pushed him away: "Go have tea with my dad. I'll wash the dishes."
Lu Ran was pushed out of the kitchen, stood in the living room for two seconds in a daze, and then walked to the sofa and sat down next to Shen Zhiwei.
Shen Zhiwei had already brewed the tea. This time it was Tieguanyin, and the tea soup was golden and clear with a delicate aroma.
The two men held their teacups, neither speaking, watching the Spring Festival Gala rebroadcast on TV.
A skit was playing on TV, and an actor wearing a red robe was standing on the stage reciting a long string of tongue twisters.
The tongue twister was recited too quickly, and a few words were mumbled together and unclear, but applause still rang out from the audience.
Shen Zhiwei took a sip of tea and suddenly said, "Xiao Lu."
"Dad, what's wrong?"
"Don't take Old Li's joke today to heart. He's just a smart aleck; he didn't really mean anything by it."
"Dad, I know. I didn't take it to heart."
It seems that old man Li's joke went a bit too far; a whole day has passed, and his father-in-law still hasn't let it go.
Is it a mistake to be too outstanding?
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