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Chapter 275 - 252: Painting (8000-word update to apologize)

Chapter 275: Chapter 252: Painting (8000-word update to apologize)

Wu Mu was naturally in great shape.

It was just that he hadn’t activated his Skill.

Who would use their Skill during a rehearsal, anyway?

The song he was rehearsing was previously used as the background music for "Disappeared," the song "I have nothing."

This competition indeed posed some difficulty, not just because all the competitors were powerful singers, but also there was no limitation on original new songs for the singer-songwriter duos.

If any of the singers chose to perform classic works from Blue Star, he wasn’t entirely sure he could secure a win.

So, he had to pull out all the stops!

The song he chose had to surpass the level of a masterpiece and go straight for a signature piece.

And "I have nothing," the most renowned song by the godfather of Earth rock, Cui Jian, could definitely be called an uncontested signature piece.

Singing this song was also a good opportunity to promote his new album and help with the cashing of the Profit Card for the system, which would relieve Atong from having to do everything himself.

"Thank you, teachers, for your trouble."

After the morning’s rehearsal, Wu Mu thanked the teachers in the band who had participated.

The teachers from the accompaniment band hurriedly waved their hands, "There’s no need for thanks, Teacher Wu Mu. It’s an honor for us to participate in the first performance of such a song."

Over the next few days, Wu Mu was busy with rehearsal preparations for the show, and occasionally had to take care of some issues related to recording his new album.

Time flew by as they waited for the show to begin.

Then, before the show could start, he received a phone call from Lin Qingyue.

"Wu Mu, do you have time? I’d like to invite you over for dinner."

An invitation for a meal?

Wu Mu glanced outside, where it was already seven or eight o’clock, almost completely dark.

But he hadn’t eaten yet.

"Sure, where to? Are you driving or am I?" he asked casually.

Lin Qingyue laughed from the other end of the line, "No need to drive, just come over to my place."

Hmm?

Going to Director Lin’s house for dinner?

Wu Mu was slightly surprised; since they lived close to each other, they often ended up eating together, usually out, and occasionally at his place.

It was indeed the first time he was going to Lin Qingyue’s house.

Wu Mu hesitated, "Are your uncle and aunt also there?"

If Lin Qingyue’s parents were home, he felt it wouldn’t be quite appropriate to go.

"They’re not, my dad’s shooting a film in the northwest, my mom’s abroad attending a film festival; no one’s home."

"Oh."

Ten minutes later, Wu Mu arrived at Lin Qingyue’s doorstep.

Lin Qingyue was already waiting at the door.

Wu Mu found it curious, "Director Lin, what made you think of inviting me to dine at your home today?"

Lin Qingyue giggled, "I thought about inviting Zhou Min and the others, but it seemed like they might not have the time, so I let it be."

"Just the two of us?"

"Yeah, come in. No need to remove your shoes."

Though he had often dropped Lin Qingyue off, actually visiting her house was a first for Wu Mu.

He looked around Lin Qingyue’s abode with quite a bit of curiosity.

From the outside, Lin Qingyue’s house appeared as a gabled European-style villa, primarily in shades of gray and brown—it looked simple and understated.

Once inside, the style was largely the same, with wooden floors, brown sofas, and several oil paintings hung on the walls that all conveyed simplicity and steadiness.

Lin Qingyue patted him with a smile, "Let me give you a tour."

"Sure."

There was no rush for dinner, so Lin Qingyue started showing Wu Mu around her house.

Lin Qingyue’s place was slightly smaller in size compared to Wu Mu’s, but apart from the attic and basement, there were only two floors, so each floor was a bit larger than that of his house.

"Past the living room on this side is the master bedroom on the first floor, my mom’s room. Then over there are two guest bedrooms, one is empty, and the other is my dad’s room."

Director Lin’s parents were sleeping in separate rooms—and her mother took the master bedroom?

Wu Mu pondered internally, picking up on key details.

"This side is the study room for my dad and me, filled with books he regularly uses. Actually, there’s another level underground for storing various equipment he frequently uses. Some of my equipment is also stored on the bottom level; the audio-visual system I took to your house is placed there."

After touring the first floor, they moved up to the second floor where Lin Qingyue resided.

Upon ascending to the second floor, the interior design noticeably became more youthful and lively.

Not only were the colors lighter but also the decorative paintings on the walls...

From the hallway leading up to the second floor, and right up to the top, there were quite a few paintings hanging on the wall, spaced a short distance apart.

Wu Mu didn’t pay much attention at first, but after his eyes caught a glimpse of an oil painting near the second-floor staircase, he couldn’t help but stop, letting out a curious "huh," "Whose masterpieces are these paintings? They look so..."

Childlike?

The previous paintings were all abstract in style; Wu Mu didn’t understand art, so he couldn’t make much sense of them.

But this painting at the stairway—the upper half featured a very abstract Van Gogh-style line-based sky, and on the lower half... a blocky car drawn with crayons like a child’s scribblings, with several little blocky people seated inside.

Lin Qingyue glanced at him with amusement, "I painted them when I was six or seven years old. My mom sent me to learn oil painting, and all these are from that time."

Wu Mu smiled, "That explains it."

He gave a thumbs-up, clicking his tongue in admiration, "Master Lin, you were full of artistic ’bacteria’ even as a child."

"Hey, keep up that tone, and I might just hang one of these paintings in your house instead."

"Haha."

"This is my bedroom."

Lin Qingyue opened the bedroom door, generously allowing Wu Mu to take a look inside.

Quite girlish?

Wu Mu mused internally.

Considering Director Lin’s image of being generous and self-reliant, Lin Qingyue’s room was surprisingly cozy and girlish.

Not just the dolls and trinkets on the bed and desk, there were also various knick-knacks and green plants, and casually thrown on the floor by the bed was a pair of white sneakers, creating an atmosphere full of life.