Huayu: Starting from joining the mainstream entertainment industry in 96

Chapter 271 Chapter 269: Gao Shiyilang

After hanging up the phone with Zhu Yongde, Wang Sheng casually put the receiver back on the landline.

Just then, there was a soft knock on the heavy solid wood door of the office, with a hint of probing.

"Enter."

Wang Sheng responded.

The door was gently pushed open, and a faint, sweet fragrance of gardenias wafted in before anyone even entered.

Immediately, a figure wearing a coat, a beige turtleneck sweater, and light blue jeans nimbly slipped in—it was Gao Yuanyuan.

Her face was flushed, and her eyes sparkled as if they were filled with stars.

"What brings you here?" Wang Sheng asked, somewhat surprised. He leaned back in his large leather office chair, his gaze fixed on her. "Don't you have class today?"

"I took the day off." Gao Yuanyuan's voice was light and cheerful, with a hint of pride. She gently closed the door behind her, but didn't come closer immediately. "I just finished an interview with the Beijing Youth Daily. I was nearby, and since I was close to you, I came straight over."

As she spoke, she took off her coat and casually draped it over her arm, revealing a sweater underneath that accentuated her slender figure.

With the continued explosive box office and critical acclaim of "A Little Thing Called First Love," the popularity of "first love for everyone" has made her a media darling, with various interviews and invitations pouring in.

However, Gao Yuanyuan wasn't enthusiastic about any of this. If it weren't for the company's arrangements, she would have been a complete slacker. She was a little more career-driven than Li Xiaoran, and her figure was... well, still developing.

Gao Yuanyuan walked briskly around to the back of the large desk and came to Wang Sheng's side.

Without saying a word, she naturally leaned down, wrapped her arms around Wang Sheng's neck from behind, pressed her soft cheek against his cheek, and then placed a light kiss on his lips that was cool and refreshing.

"Are you done with work? You're such a busy person." Her breath was sweet, and her voice carried a hint of coquetry. "Are you free tonight?"

Wang enjoyed her initiative and intimacy.

He tilted his head slightly, looking at the face so close to his, made even more charming by shyness and anticipation, and said in a calm tone, "I have plans with Xiaoran tonight. How about coming along?"

A fleeting look of disappointment crossed Gao Yuanyuan's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a stronger emotion that was a mixture of resentment and a touch of jealousy.

She pouted, released her arms from his neck, straightened up, and wrinkled her nose playfully: "Oh... never mind then, I won't disturb your time together."

She said she wouldn't disturb him, but she didn't leave. Instead, she sat down on the edge of Wang Sheng's desk, swinging her legs gently, her eyes scanning the desk piled with documents and reports.

Wang Sheng could easily see through her little scheme, but he didn't expose her. He just watched her with great interest, wanting to see what she would do next.

Sure enough, Gao Yuanyuan couldn't hold back any longer.

As if she had suddenly remembered something important, she carefully took out a beautifully covered notebook from the canvas bag she was carrying, turned to a certain page, and then tore off a piece of paper covered with dense writing.

"Um... I'll show you something."

A deeper blush spread across Gao Yuanyuan's face, her eyes sparkling with a girlish shyness and anticipation as she handed the paper to Wang Sheng. "I...I wrote some lyrics, can you take a look?"

"Lyrics?" Wang Sheng was genuinely surprised this time, raising an eyebrow as he took the letter, still warm from the girl's fingertips and carrying her faint fragrance: "You can write this?"

"Hmph, are you looking down on me?" Gao Yuanyuan became even more excited when she saw his surprise, and raised her chin slightly: "I occasionally go to the literature department to audit classes, okay? Listen to lectures, read books... and learn something."

She tried to make her tone sound confident, but the slight tremor in her voice betrayed her inner nervousness.

Gao Yuanyuan urged, "Look quickly, look quickly, give me some professional advice! You are the famous lyricist, Teacher Wang!"

Wang Sheng shook his head and chuckled.

He did indeed "write" (or copy) the sincerity of "To You", the grandeur of "Chinese People", the passion of "Chasing Dreams with a Pure Heart", and the sweetness of "Courage". These songs were extremely popular, earning him the unspoken title of "Gold Medal Lyricist" in the music industry.

It's just that this identity seems less prominent under the dazzling aura of his role as a director, producer, and business tycoon.

But he noticed that Gao Yuanyuan seemed particularly infatuated with his "talent" in this area.

She has said more than once that, compared to his business acumen, it was the affectionate or passionate words he wrote that captivated her, and that he was "a romantic writer at heart."

This kind of worship, filtered through a girlish lens, is pure and passionate.

Wang Sheng lowered his head, his gaze falling on the letter.

The handwriting is neat and elegant, with a touch of girlish roundness and caution. There are a few words and phrases that have been crossed out and rewritten, showing the deliberation during the creation process.

(Song title not yet available)
The sky outside the window was as gray as if it had been crying.
I stood by the phone, waiting for a possible answer.

Your promise is like a candle flame in the wind.

Flickering, warm yet blurry
My friends all say I'm incredibly stupid.

Holding onto an incomplete sense of care

Your world is as vast as the sea.

I am but a grain of sand on the shore. (Chorus)
Am I being too greedy, wanting all your attention?

I know perfectly well that your heart will never stay for anyone.

Like a caged bird watching you roam freely in the sky.
I can't fly away, nor can I forget this sweet torment.

Am I too naive to believe your occasional earnestness?

I mistook your generosity for an eternal possibility.

I counted all the good things about you over and over again, ignoring all the question marks.

I tell myself it's okay this way, at least I can still see your smile.

...(followed by a verse and a repeated chorus)...

Between the lines, there is a deep sense of resentment, accusation, reluctance to part, and self-consolation from a lovelorn woman towards her fickle lover.

The contradiction and pain of knowing that the other person cannot give you the only one, yet still being deeply trapped and unable to extricate yourself, is depicted quite movingly by the unpolished yet sincere writing.

In particular, the image of the "caged bird" accurately captures the state of being trapped by love, wanting to leave but hesitant to stay.

Is this a case of being forced into becoming a "Gao Shiyilang"?
Wang Sheng couldn't help but think of the bizarre deeds of Shiyilang and Zhang Yu.

For every time Zhang Yu cheated on his wife, Shiyilang wrote a sad love song. He apparently wrote 150 songs, some of which were extremely popular, such as the one Wang Sheng copied, "To You".

After Zhang Yulang stopped making progress, and after Shiyilang and Zhang Yuzhen finally became a couple, Shiyilang's talent seemed to gradually fade away with the stability of his life, and it became difficult for him to produce any more breathtaking masterpieces.

This seems to confirm the old saying—artists may indeed be inseparable from the nourishment of suffering and passion, just as a phoenix needs to be reborn from the ashes.

"How is it?" Gao Yuanyuan couldn't help but urge Wang Sheng when he remained silent for a long time.

Wang Sheng didn't immediately comment on the lyrics themselves. Instead, he looked at her with a deep, inquisitive gaze: "What made you think of writing this? Were you in a bad mood?"

Gao Yuanyuan was taken aback by his question. Her eyes flickered for a moment, then she lowered her gaze, her long eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings. She avoided the main point and said, "It's just... I listened to a lot of songs and got a few feelings, so I just wrote this down casually. Do you think... it's alright?" She remained fixated on the original question.

Wang Sheng leaned back in his chair, his fingers interlaced in front of him, and pondered for a moment.

To be fair, by the standards of an amateur, this poem is quite well written. The emotions are sincere, and the imagery is cleverly used. Although the writing style is still immature, it has a certain charm.

Especially considering the subtle thoughts she might have hidden in her lyrics...

He suddenly smiled, a smile that held a hint of amusement and a subtle complexity: "It's very well written."

Gao Yuanyuan's eyes lit up instantly, like stars that had been lit up: "Really?"

"Ah."

Wang Sheng nodded: "The emotions are genuine, the metaphors are appropriate, and the image of the 'caged bird' is captured perfectly. It's just..."

He paused, seemingly choosing his words carefully: "It's just that this feeling... is a bit too bitter. At such a young age, where does all this sorrow come from?"

Gao Yuanyuan's smile faded slightly. She lowered her head, looking at the tips of her shoes, and said in a voice so soft it was almost inaudible, "It was just something I felt compelled to say."

"I never said I was going to abandon you."

Wang Sheng reached out and pulled her closer, letting her sit on his lap.

Gao Yuanyuan gasped softly, struggled for a moment but didn't really exert any force, and nestled into his arms, burying her burning cheeks in the crook of his neck.

"The lyrics are good. If you have the chance, you could try composing a melody for it. However..."

Wang Sheng then changed the subject, adding a hint of reminder: "Writing lyrics can be a way to express emotions, but don't let it trap you. Life isn't just about love."

"What else?"

Gao Yuanyuan asked softly.

"This one……"

"Oh no, this is the office."

"I want an office."

……

All sorrows stem from sexual repression, and the fastest way to communicate with a woman's soul is through connection.

The emotional pain that Gao Yuanyuan felt was gradually washed away...

(End of this chapter)