"How to sing 'In My Song'? Mo Fei didn't know yet, but from the lyrics, it was indeed a song full of artistic conception, about encounters and love.
The lyrics were beautiful, so beautiful that even though Mo Fei felt a knot in her heart over what Mo Xiaojuan had said, she couldn't help but look at the sheet music.
'So mi lai mi lai mi so...' Mo Fei tried to feel the melody of the song, 'Without a little bit of guard...'
Mo Xiaojuan looked at her cousin with some admiration. For someone like her, who found sheet music dizzying and was a total novice, Mo Fei seemed to possess the most magical skill in the world.
'Nor a trace of worry... You just appear... In my world...'
This opening sounded a bit dry from Mo Fei, perhaps because she hadn't yet found the right vocal style? But with Mo Fei's voice, anything she sang wouldn't sound unpleasant!
Soon, Mo Fei reached the high notes while reading the score:
'You exist... Deep in my mind... In my dreams, in my heart, in my song...' These lyrics felt like a confession!
Mo Fei's frown deepened, and she felt extremely awkward!
Indeed, when Yang Yi was choosing songs for Mo Fei back then, he recalled this original song by Qu Wanting from his past life, and inexplicably felt that the mood created by the lyrics perfectly matched his and Mo Fei's story!
Though it wasn't exactly a confession, Yang Yi, as if guided by fate, added it in, wanting to tell Mo Fei his feelings in a special way.
'Without a little bit of guard, nor a trace of worry, you just appear, in my world... Bringing me surprise, uncontrollably...'
Wasn't this describing that scene in the maple forest? Mo Fei had barged into the world that originally belonged to Yang Yi, bringing surprise and uncontrollable emotions.
And just as the song sang: 'But you, on the other hand, quietly disappeared from my world without a trace, without a word... Leaving only memories.'
In those past few years, Mo Fei had vanished without a sound, leaving only a blurry memory in his mind.
Later, until she reappeared with Xixi, their worlds intersected again, only this time, the current Yang Yi made his entrance.
Yang Yi's understanding of Mo Fei had also gone through a process of change. At first, it came from the memories of his original body, full of entanglements and misunderstandings. Then, through each brief encounter, through listening to every song she sang, he gradually formed a fairly good impression of Mo Fei.
'You exist, deep in my mind...' And finally, 'In my song...'
Mo Fei, like her songs, gradually took root in Yang Yi's mind.
The scenes of these past few months felt like a roller coaster—arguments, bickering—yet in the end, only sweetness remained.
'But we still felt each other's glance, a heartbeat, an unexpected joy, like a dream destined by fate...'
Yang Yi preferred the later line: 'The world is vast, why did we meet? Is it fate? Is it destiny?'
Perhaps it was fate that bound them so deeply, or perhaps it was the bond that gave Yang Yi the chance to understand and like a woman who hid herself in coldness but was actually passionate and sincere inside!
It could be said that this was a song Yang Yi used to reveal his feelings—not a confession, but surpassing one!
However, Yang Yi himself forgot that he was now using a pseudonym!
The pseudonym's identity was a fan of Mo Fei, not himself!
From this song, Mo Fei received a distorted message: it seemed like a fan, due to a non-real encounter—perhaps just buying one of her records at a music store—fell in love with her through her songs and thus confessed deeply.
There was still some emotion, but what Mo Fei felt more deeply was awkwardness!
'This isn't right!' Mo Fei suddenly murmured to herself.
Mo Xiaojuan, drowsy, scratched an itch on her back and said, 'What's not right? Is it that part where you exist, sung too high?'
Mo Fei shook her head, her pretty face serious, and said, 'I don't think I should use Mu Zi'ang's songs!'
'Why?' Mo Xiaojuan asked in surprise. 'Are his songs not good? Is this batch of poor quality?'
Mo Fei shook her head again and said, 'No, it's not that they're bad—they're too good!'
She had just looked at a few songs, and almost every one was exceptional. The lyrics were like poetry, every word timeless, and the emotions expressed were delicate! The scores weren't bad either; without humming aloud, Mo Fei's brain seemed to house a piano, and as she read the notes, the corresponding melodies echoed in her mind.
Though she hadn't sung them with the lyrics yet, the beautiful melodies paired with the exquisite lyrics—how could such songs be bad?
Or to put it simply, Mo Fei felt that this song 'In My Song' was no worse than the previous ones Mu Zi'ang had written for her, 'The Original Dream' and 'Don't Leave If You Love Me'!
Songs of this caliber could easily be used as lead singles without anyone questioning it, and now they were all given to her?
Mo Fei thought of the 'deep affection' he had expressed to her and found it very hard to accept!
But Mo Xiaojuan couldn't understand! She asked anxiously, 'Sis, what's wrong with you? Finally, you have a good songwriter writing for you, and you're being picky?'
'It's not being picky,' Mo Fei frowned. 'It's that he... how should I put it? I already have a child, and I can't give him what he wants... It's not right to do this!'
Mo Fei said this a bit awkwardly, but Mo Xiaojuan understood. She said openly, 'So what? There are plenty of fans obsessed with you, and you can't date them all!'
'I know you're currently into that guy surnamed Yang!' Mo Xiaojuan looked at Mo Fei, who seemed about to speak but didn't refute, and giggled. 'But what does that matter? Can't you just treat Mu Zi'ang as an ordinary admirer?'
'Sis, a woman as outstanding as you having many admirers is totally normal, right? At worst, you accept their gifts but keep your distance!' Mo Xiaojuan tugged at Mo Fei's arm, persuading her. 'Anyway, we're using Mu Zi'ang's songs, and it's not like we're not paying him. If you feel you're shortchanging him, sign the best contract with him and give him the best royalty split!'
'Sis, good songs are hard to come by!' Mo Xiaojuan said, like a little devil with a pitchfork, coaxing Mo Fei.
However, after listening for a while, Mo Fei firmly shook her head and said, 'No, I won't do this. My conscience won't allow it. And... if Yang Yi, or Xixi, found out—if Xixi knew her mom was like this, she'd be disappointed!'
Mo Xiaojuan was frustrated at her lack of progress: 'Oh, my sis, why are you so stubborn? Can't you just not tell them? If you don't tell them, they'll never know!'
'No!' Mo Fei remained as stubborn as an ox.