She had written a bit of this type before, but it always felt empty, dry, and emotionless.
Xu Jiayu listened seriously, then thoughtfully propped her chin and nodded: "It's normal to have a creative block occasionally. Even geniuses experience it, darling."
The person opposite frowned even more. Xu Jiayu immediately brainstormed, slammed the table, and had a brainwave: "Songwriting needs emotional connection for inspiration. You have to experience it."
"Experience?"
"Yes! Why not fall in love?" She thought this idea was great. Song Guanyu, who had never been in love, might gain new insights after experiencing it. After all, creation comes from real-life material. "To write this kind of lyrics, of course you can't do it without experience. Love is—" She got stuck, because she herself had never experienced it.
Her eyes darted, and she said vaguely: "Anyway, if you fall in love, inspiration will flow endlessly."
Song Guanyu listened, stunned: "What you said makes some sense."
Xu Jiayu finally made the decision for Song Guanyu: yes, let her fall in love.
And Song Guanyu, lost in thought, held her face in her hands. No one knew what was going on in that little head. She listened earnestly to Xu Jiayu's analysis, nodding vigorously.
Her brow suddenly relaxed.
Xu Jiayu felt relieved; it seemed she had taken it in. So she elegantly put her sunglasses back on, picked up her coffee with long, slender fingers, and took a sip.
The coffee was smooth and fragrant. Zhuzhu really knew good places; she could share this café with others next time. But Xu Jiayu seemed to overestimate Song Guanyu's comprehension ability. Geniuses also have their shortcomings.
Still holding her cheeks, Song Guanyu thought about her friend's advice and found it very reasonable.
She had no emotional experience. Could love provide emotional connection?
Her little head was in turmoil. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck: her eyes brightened.
Love is temporary, but marriage is permanent. So if she got married, wouldn't she always have an emotional connection? Then she could write many great lyrics, compose better songs, and her new album would be within reach.
Indeed, whenever she encountered a problem, asking Xu Jiayu for help always solved it. Because she trusted her childhood friend completely, she nodded to Xu Jiayu, who was drinking coffee, indicating she knew what to do.
Xu Jiayu was gratified. She reached out and touched Song Guanyu's round little face. Such smooth skin. Her friend, though a Little Radish Head at 1.6 meters, had an excellent figure and appearance. The title 'beautiful and sweet-voiced' was well-deserved, with many male fans. Then she looked down at her own flat chest and sighed inwardly.
Indeed, there is gain and loss. Heaven had given her unparalleled beauty but not an unparalleled devilish figure.
Song Guanyu said goodbye to her friend that day. They agreed to meet next time in China. Then Song Guanyu immediately booked a flight that night and returned home. As soon as she arrived, she urged her mother to arrange a blind date for her. Her parents' faces froze, thinking the child must have been stimulated abroad.
Father Song quickly brought out the small cream puffs prepared for his daughter. Song Guanyu picked one up and took a bite; white cream squeezed out of the puff. Her eyes sparkled with delight.
Mother's eyes were full of hidden worry, but Song Guanyu sat seriously on the sofa, eating small cream puffs while explaining in detail that she wanted to get married, that it had to be someone not in the entertainment industry, preferably... She frowned slightly.
Her mother peeled a mandarin orange segment for her and handed it over, carefully asking her precious daughter: "Preferably what?"
Song Guanyu's cheeks were bulging with food. She took the orange segment from her mother and stuffed it into her mouth, mumbling: "Preferably a doctor. Tall with long legs. Good-looking and comforting to the eyes." She had dreamed of being a doctor as a child and had a mysterious admiration for doctors, but she knew nothing about medical knowledge, so she gave up.
Having a doctor as a husband would fulfill her childhood dream. Marriage was dispensable to her, but if it could quickly give her inspiration, then getting married was fine. When the time was right in the future, she could always divorce.
Her mother was worried, and her father looked displeased. Both feared she might have been stimulated or under too much creative pressure, since marriage was no small matter.
After repeated questioning, they realized she genuinely wanted to get married. Father and Mother Song took turns explaining the pros and cons of marriage in detail.
Song Guanyu had been doted on since childhood. Now her heart and mind were filled with the craving for inspiration, and she didn't listen to a word.
Finally, she said one thing: "I must get married."
And with that, the conversation ended.
One day, Song Mu invited her close friends for mahjong and brought up the matter.
Upon hearing this, her close friends eagerly participated. Who wouldn't want to have such an adorable little Zhuzhu? She was deeply loved by these elders.
Among the circle of friends was the wife of a hospital director. When she heard about this, her eyes sparkled, and she immediately had someone in mind.
She really did find a rare gem for Song Guanyu. They all agreed he was a perfect match for her: good character, family background, appearance, and no romantic history. The director's wife specifically emphasized that Little Dr. Ye was emotionally stable, very suitable for Zhuzhu's temperament, and would definitely take good care of Zhuzhu.
Song Mu's expression turned awkward when she heard this. After all, a man in his thirties without any romantic experience often had some issues, and marital happiness was also important.
The director's wife said she was worrying too much. Little Dr. Ye was definitely physically capable and would ensure Zhuzhu enjoyed a happy life of nightly revelry.
Song Mu asked in a low voice: "How do you know?" The director's wife, busy playing mahjong, smiled.
She was from Jiangnan, and her voice was soft and gentle: "I've watched Little Dr. Ye grow up, so of course I know. He has a physical exam every year. My husband and I always check his indicators. His family discipline is strict, and his conduct is proper. When he was in school, he buried himself in studying. You can rest assured."
Song Mu wanted to ask more, but was interrupted by a sudden "I win!" She glanced at the table and saw she had lost.
When the mahjong game ended, the director's wife patted her friend's hand and reassured her repeatedly that there was no problem. Little Dr. Ye was impeccable. They should first let the two children meet; it might not work out, but they could decide based on their impressions of each other.
Even if it didn't work, they could just be friends. Making more friends never hurt, and might come in handy in the future.
"Don't you think?" The director's wife smiled gently.
Song Mu nodded. She agreed. They couldn't let little Zhuzhu suffer.
So Song Mu happily went home and told Song Guanyu about it. The director's wife was quick and sent over Little Dr. Ye's profile. Song Mu took a look.
Ye Yansheng, age 32, height 188 cm, no bad habits, very healthy.
Family harmonious, parents loving, born into a medical family.
Most importantly, this child was really handsome. Song Mu knew her daughter was a looks-obsessed person. She herself thought this boy was good, and Zhuzhu would probably like him.
Song Mu was very satisfied and immediately told her precious daughter.
Upon hearing that he was a doctor and seeing Ye Yansheng's profile — the photo showed a striking face with sharp features, but his beautiful eyes were indifferent yet gentle at the core. Looking at him through the paper, Song Guanyu was momentarily dazed. She blinked a few times, moved closer, and looked again.
She checked if he had had plastic surgery.
Hmm, seemed natural. Song Guanyu immediately beamed and shouted to her mother, who was busy in the kitchen: "Mom! I want him!"
In the end, they were successfully set up, added each other on WeChat, and arranged a time and place to meet.