52: Chapter 52 Zhao Yang: This is meat, not silicone!

"Brother Yang..." Meimei's words interrupted Zhao Yang's thoughts, "A film crew contacted me yesterday. They wanted to know if we had any suitable songs for them to use."

Zhao Yang was taken aback: "What film crew? How did they find us?"

"the smiling, proud wanderer," Meimei replied, "They said the quality of the lyrics and music on our album is high and the style is heroic, so they reached out. I haven't had a chance to ask you yet."

Zhao Yang couldn't help but smile: "Talk about perfect timing. I just happened to write a few songs about the people of the Jianghu."

Meimei's eyes lit up: "Brother Yang has new work?"

"To the recording studio," Zhao Yang snapped his fingers, "Ling Hua, Zeng Yi, you guys come and listen too. For the next album, we're going with a Jianghu style."

"Great!"

As soon as the two heard there were new songs, they quickly followed Zhao Yang into the recording studio.

Huang Yimei followed behind Meimei with a dazed expression and whispered, "Sister Meimei, what are you talking about? Zhao... Brother Yang... he can write songs?"

"Yes, he writes both lyrics and music," Meimei said with a strange look on her face, "You're so familiar with him, surely you knew he wrote Phoenix Legend's entire first album?"

Huang Yimei gave an awkward smile and muttered in a voice only she could hear, "How would I know... and I'm not that familiar with him... I only knew he could paint... Uh, he can paint too? Isn't he from the Shuimu Computer Science Department? Or... the section chief of the Jinghai Public Security Bureau's Information Section?"

For a moment, Huang Yimei's mind was a mess.

Who is Zhao Yang?

What exactly does Zhao Yang do?

...

Picking up a guitar in the recording studio, Zhao Yang sat on a high stool: "Meimei, remember, this one is for 'the smiling, proud wanderer' side. It's called 'bu wei xia'."

"Brother Yang, you're going to sing it yourself?" Meimei asked in surprise.

Zhao Yang nodded: "I'll make do with the guitar for now. As for the specific arrangement, you guys can discuss it."

After saying that, he lightly plucked the strings and began to sing:

"On the lapel, the sunset glow is pinned, the afterglow sends me off leading an old horse. Passing by the homes in the misty village, just like the flying blossoms in my hometown back then..."

Ling Hua and Zeng Yi quickly exchanged a glance—they realized that although this song wasn't difficult to sing, Zhao Yang's voice was very pleasant, his tone was clean, and his breathing was steady. He clearly had very high vocal skills.

Meimei and Huang Yimei couldn't hear the technical details, but they felt the lyrics were good and the melody exuded the heroism and freedom of a swordsman. No wonder it was suitable as the ending theme for 'the smiling, proud wanderer'.

After finishing the song, Zhao Yang continued: "Meimei, remember, if 'The Return of the Condor Heroes' is remade in the future, give them this song. This song is called 'tian xia wu shuang'."

Then, he cleared his throat: "Ah... ah..."

He opened with ethereal whistle notes, and it was in a female voice.

*Hiss...*

The other four gasped simultaneously, looking at Zhao Yang like he was a monster.

Huang Yimei's eyes widened—this... this was Zhao Yang's voice? Isn't... isn't he a man?

Ling Hua and Zeng Yi were both shaken. They could naturally tell that Zhao Yang's female voice was produced using extremely Advanced falsetto techniques.

The lyrics continued:

"Transmigrating through the joys and sorrows of the Mortal World, wandering intimately with you..."

"...This love is unparalleled in the world..."

Amidst the melodious whistle notes, everyone's emotions were drawn into the deep love between Yang Guo and Xiaolongnü.

Compared to the original singer Jane Zhang, Zhao Yang's female voice wasn't as bright, but it had a touch of magnetism. It was ethereal yet profound, a different style altogether.

After he finished singing, the four of them clapped desperately.

Ling Hua wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes: "Teacher Zhao, you sang so well! The song is great too!"

Zeng Yi was full of admiration: "How about this, Teacher Zhao, you should make a debut too. It would be a loss for the music industry if you don't."

Zhao Yang smiled: "I actually do plan to debut, but not with these. These are for you. I'm not in the same lane as you guys."

"Could it be, Teacher Zhao, that you want to sing opera?" Meimei asked.

Zhao Yang waved his hand: "No, no, no, still pop. Opera is too highbrow and doesn't fit my identity. I want to serve the people."

Meimei scratched her hair: "Teacher Zhao, I... I don't understand?"

The other three didn't understand either and all looked at Zhao Yang blankly.

Zhao Yang laughed: "You'll understand when I release my record. Alright, bring me paper and a pen. I'll write the songs down first. We'll get busy with these new songs after tomorrow's concert."

Afterward, Zhao Yang left behind the lyrics and music for 'bu wei xia', 'tian xia wu shuang', 'Ming Yue Tian Ya', 'Yu Long Gui Zi Yao', and 'Shan He Tu'.

When leaving, the three of them looked at Zhao Yang with eyes full of awe, as if they weren't looking at a person, but a god.

...

Sitting in the Audi, Huang Yimei tightly clutched her concert ticket and stared straight at Zhao Yang.

Zhao Yang pulled the car over to the side of the road and turned to look at her as well, his gaze focused.

Finally, Huang Yimei couldn't take it anymore and asked, "Why... why did you stop? What are you looking at me for?"

"You were staring at me just now. If I didn't look back, I'd feel like I was losing out."

"Uh..." Huang Yimei's face turned red, "I didn't do it on purpose."

"Then why were you staring at me? I know I'm handsome, but surely you don't have to look at me like that?"

"I... I didn't mean that." Huang Yimei's face turned even redder, "I just feel that you... are too fake."

"Fake?" Zhao Yang couldn't help but laugh and stretched out his arm, "Touch it. This is flesh, not silicone."

Zhao Yang's arm wasn't thick and his skin was fair, but there wasn't a hint of weakness. Those streamlined muscle lines and slightly bulging veins exuded a strong sense of power.

Huang Yimei was stunned for a moment, and then for some reason, she really reached out and squeezed a few times, feeling his tight muscles. Then, as if she had been burned, she quickly pulled her hand back: "I didn't mean it that way. I mean, you know too many things. Art, songwriting, singing, Computer Science, and... you're even an official."

"Hmm..." Zhao Yang smiled, "Let me add one more thing. I'm also a PhD student in Criminal Investigation at Handong University of Political Science and Law."

"Ah? You're... a double PhD?"

Zhao Yang nodded with a serious expression: "You see, talents within the system are just this excellent. So, you must have confidence in our country! Study hard and contribute more to the nation!"

"..." Huang Yimei's gaze was blank.

Big brother, what are you talking about? Although I understand what you mean, is now the time to say these things?

"Stop being silly!" Zhao Yang lightly flicked her forehead and quickly changed the subject, "Your brother is a backbone of the Architectural Design Institute, right?"

"Ah?" Huang Yimei snapped back to her senses and nodded, "Yes! He's a backbone in his unit."

"My house hasn't been renovated yet. I want to find someone to design it. It would be great if they could take full responsibility. I'm really busy and don't have time."

"My brother is no problem! He's taken on renovation jobs before!"

"Then if it's convenient tomorrow, why don't you ask him to come over to my house to take a look?"

"It's convenient, it's definitely convenient!" Huang Yimei took it all upon herself, "Tomorrow is Sunday, I know he's free."

"Oh..." Zhao Yang nodded—although he knew Huang Zhenhua was a sister-con, could Huang Yimei really make decisions for him?

...

That night, as soon as Huang Zhenhua got home, he was pulled aside by Huang Yimei.

"Brother, I got you a private job. Aren't you going to thank me?"

"Hmm?" Huang Zhenhua looked at his sister, who was smiling like a little fox, with a wary expression, "What job? Explain it clearly first."

"It's a renovation. Haven't you done that before?" Huang Yimei smiled, "Zhao Yang said his house needs renovating, so I took it on for you. We're going to his house to take a look tomorrow."

Huang Zhenhua stared with wide eyes, somewhat annoyed: "Huang Yimei! Who gave you the authority to make decisions for me?"