Chapter 395 (1/2)
The Two Dimensional Gate Opens Up Again
Zhao Youyue has always been thick-skinned, even moreso in front of those she knew better, such as Han Leng. She did not respond to Han Leng’s question, but instead chuckled and said, “How about I play a song for you?”
She did not wait for Han Leng to respond. She casually sang “Angel’s Wing.” She did not activate the Chu Luoxun card. She performed it through her own power. Her body remembered the guitar to an intimate level, but of course, she could not stimulate Chu Luoxun’s unique “spiritual music” ability. She was unable to pull Han Leng into the “Musical Reality Marble.”
When Zhao Youyue began to sing, Han Leng started paying more attention. Obviously, he wanted to enjoy some of Zhao Youyue’s music properly. He thought that he would be completely allured by Zhao Youyue’s music, which was comparable to that of Goddess Chu’s, and get lost in the musical world…
However, things fell short of his expectations. Although a non-Chu Luoxun empowered Zhao Youyue was equally talented, the effect of the performance was very different. However, there was no doubt that her music was still delightful.
Her performance had dispelled Han Leng’s original unhappiness. He looked at Lady Zhao, who was playing the guitar in earnest. He came to realize the depths of his pettiness a moment ago. How could he be so upset about such a trivial matter?
Han Leng began to reflect upon himself. He thought that Lady Zhao was a pleasant lady, to the core. If he was Lady Zhao, he might have just left straight away. How could she still be there, calmly singing away to him?
Lady Zhao had been remarkably patient with him. He should also do his part and ease up.
As Zhao Youyue was singing, the middle-aged owner came upstairs with some coffee. The moment he saw Zhao Youyue singing for Han Leng in her casual sports attire, something took hold of his heart and overwhelmed him. Of course, Zhao Youyue might have reminded him of his teenage years.
However, during his teenage years there were no girls like Zhao Youyue would go through such lengths for him. This was undoubtedly an unfortunate thing…
Only at the end of the song, did the literary middle-aged man place the coffee down on their table. He gave Han Leng a supportive gaze, as if he was encouraging him to make sure that he successfully pursued this talented literary girl. In his opinion, any girl that Han Leng was willing to bring here had definitely gained Han Leng’s acknowledgment. She had to be an excellent writer, in her own right.
Although this was clearly an assault on ‘single dogs’ like him, he was already used to it. It was necessary to see other people achieve happiness in life. If he lived his life this way, he would be more eager in pursuing his goals, with a sunnier view on his own life.
Of course, Han Leng had no clue on what was in the middle-aged boss’ mind. This time, he really brought Zhao Youyue here, solely to talk about literature. He wanted to see what sort of works could Lady Zhao create…
However, Lady Zhao’s lazy attitude towards literature was just like how she approached learning in general. She was just like everyone other plebian.
Han Leng realized that there was no way he could harbor any expectations for anything of substance from Lady Zhao. The only way he saw her overcoming this was by her talents alone. If by any chance, did she possess the talents only seen in the realm of Gods, she might nonchalantly produce an enduring masterpiece.
But how was that possible? She was not a character from a novel who had the ability to break logic. Creation was a gradual process. If anyone could create a great book at leisure, then those ordinary creators who still could not get a taste of fame even after an uncountable amount of years could just drop everything and leave.
Therefore, it was necessary to emphasize that anything can be achieved through hard work. Even if someone was born without a natural gift, hard work made up for it. Then, if someone worked hard their entire life, and yet fail to equal the ability of a talented one at the time of their birth, how frustrating would that be? Just the thought of it was enough to make someone feel depressed.