Memory inheritor

Chapter 95 Mutual Benefit

Shen Qing hugged her teddy bear pillow, sat in front of the large French window, and looked at the brightly lit city outside, her thoughts drifting aimlessly.

Each fleeting thought is like a bird that occasionally flies past the window, appearing and disappearing in an instant, impossible to grasp, and too lazy to try to grasp.

After sending the demo of the new album's title track to Wei Hongsi, she sat down by the window. Had an hour or two passed? Who knows?

The sound of the electronic lock opening came from the outside door. She remained seated. Only a handful of people could open the door and come in directly; the person coming now would only be her aunt.

Sure enough, Tang Jinxia's voice was heard soon after: "Qingqing, come and eat! Oh dear, why aren't the lights on?"

The room lights were turned on, and the sudden brightness made Shen Qing squint.

"Come and eat," the man said again, his voice coming from the doorway of the room.

"Oh," Shen Qing responded, and after a while she stood up, turned around, and saw Tang Jinxia still standing at the door, so she said again, "You're here."

Tang Jinxia smiled and said, "I brought you some delicious food."

"Hmm." Shen Qing placed the teddy bear pillow on the sofa and walked barefoot towards the dining room.

Tang Jinxia followed behind her, her smile turning into worry.

The two sat down at the dining table, and Tang Jinxia's face lit up with a smile again. She took the food she had brought out of the bag and laid it out on the table one by one. There were seven or eight kinds in total, including shrimp dumplings, soup dumplings, rice, porridge, and four kinds of delicate side dishes.

Shen Qing knew that her aunt had made all of these by hand, and a smile appeared on her face.

Tang Jinxia placed chopsticks and a soup spoon in front of Shen Qing: "Eat quickly."

Shen Qing nodded, took the porridge, drank a couple of mouthfuls, ate a shrimp dumpling, and picked up a few bites of vegetables, but then felt she had no appetite and couldn't eat anymore. Suddenly, she heard her phone beep, and got up to get it.

Upon seeing this, Tang Jinxia quickly asked, "Why aren't you eating? Eat some more!"

"My phone rang," Shen Qing explained.

"I'll get it for you." Tang Jinxia stood up, gently patted Shen Qing's shoulder, and went into the inner room.

Shen Qing then sat down again and picked out some light vegetables to eat.

A moment later, Tang Jinxia brought her a cell phone and placed it on the table.

Shen Qing picked up her phone and saw it was a message from Wei Hongsi. After reading it, she couldn't help but mutter, "Liar! He's not supporting me at all!"

When the other party replies is actually not important to her, nor does the content of the reply matter. She just wants some comfort, to give herself some courage to keep going.

But seeing the other party's reply still left me somewhat disappointed.

If you think her new song is good and you like this style, why do you say you hope to cater to the preferences of different fans?

This shows that the previous paragraph was clearly just polite talk, so you might as well just keep using polite words!

As for the subsequent suggestions for revision, there's no need to pay any attention to them.

Shen Qing didn't think that Wei Hongsi was a non-professional and therefore his opinions were completely unreliable. Instead, she felt that the direction of the revisions he suggested must be a denial of her creative direction.

"Qingqing, I think you shouldn't push yourself too hard. It's okay if the album is released later. I'll talk to the company for you," Tang Jinxia comforted her.

Many people have already offered their arguments and advice, and she knows they all make sense, but she won't put pressure on Shen Qinghao from her own perspective.

"It's alright, Auntie, I can handle it," Shen Qing said with a smile.

"Yes, I believe you. Then eat more." Tang Jinxia felt a pang of heartache looking at her disheveled and haggard appearance.

Shen Qing forced herself to eat a few more bites, but she really couldn't eat anymore. She said, "I'm done. I'll eat the rest tomorrow morning."

"Then you should get some rest," Tang Jinxia said as she cleared the table. "I'll put these in the fridge for you; you can heat them up tomorrow morning. If you're not going to eat them in the morning, just throw them away. Don't leave them out."

"Okay, I know." Shen Qing said, picking up her phone and returning to her room.

Tang Jinxia tidied up the restaurant, then went around the room, organized her things, and put the trash in a container at the front door.

Then he went to Shen Qing's room and saw her sitting on the sofa, lost in thought. He said to her, "Qingqing, I'm leaving now. You can't stay up so late anymore, your throat won't be able to take it."

"Okay, goodbye Auntie." Shen Qing turned around and smiled at Tang Jinxia.

Tang Jinxia smiled, went outside to change her shoes, picked up the trash, and left. She knew her niece's personality; staying there wouldn't make any difference. She could only let her reconcile with herself.

Shen Qing sat on the sofa, scrolling through the messages sent by Wei Hongsi, deleting them one by one, and then tossing her phone aside. Before she knew it, tears were blurring her vision.

To sing, she can't eat spicy or hot foods, can't stay up late reading or playing games, and has to control her figure and manage her emotions. None of that matters; she chose this path herself, and there are always trade-offs.

Why has simply wanting to sing a few songs that I genuinely wanted to write become such a luxury? Why is everyone opposing me, refusing to offer even a single word of sincere support?

The apartment Shen Qing lives in had a soundproofing layer specially installed during renovation, and the effect is excellent; even playing drums won't disturb the neighbors. Even so, she doesn't dare to cry loudly, because it would damage her voice.

Thinking of this, she felt even more aggrieved. She felt her stomach contracting and rushed to the bathroom. She leaned over the toilet and vomited up everything she had just eaten.

After vomiting, she leaned against the wall, her forehead resting on her knees, and sobbed alone for a long time.

She hadn't left her house for over a week to focus on creating her new album. The pressure and negative emotions that had accumulated over the past few days were largely released through this cathartic outburst.

She sat on the floor for a while, slowly composed herself, got up and tidied up the bathroom, then washed her face with water.

Looking at her haggard face with dark circles under her eyes in the mirror, she gave a self-deprecating smile: "Really? Is it that fragile?"

She patted her cheeks and stuck out her tongue in the mirror: "Hey beautiful, you still need to work harder!"

After leaving the bathroom, I walked to the bedroom, jumped onto the bed, and then rolled over to lie in a starfish position.

She decided to stop thinking about anything today, get a good night's sleep, and deal with everything tomorrow.

After closing my eyes, I couldn't help but think of Wei Hongsi's reply.

He said he liked the creative direction of the new song, which should be true, because he said something similar on the cruise ship that day.

He said that the preferences of different fans should be taken into account, because the style of new songs is unlikely to appeal to most people, which makes a lot of sense, as can be seen from the attitudes of those around him. Therefore, if the entire album consists of songs in a new style, it will disappoint many fans.

What else did he say next? Oh right, he gave his suggestions for revision.

Oh no! All those comments have been deleted!