Chapter 062: May I Borrow Your Bathroom?

The dinner gathering didn't end until after eleven. Chen Fan and Hu Jiangquan both had their own homes in Yanjing, so they went back to their respective places. Lin Feng, Chen Qiao, Feng Yao, and the Haier Brothers were all staying at the Mingdu Hotel, arranged by the production crew. The five of them took two taxis—one for the Haier Brothers, and the other for Lin Feng, Chen Qiao, and Feng Yao.

It seemed neither of the two girls could hold their liquor very well. As soon as they got in the car, they collapsed onto the back seat. Lin Feng was a little dizzy himself, though not nearly as bad as the two of them. Perhaps only in the dead of night did Yanjing's roads clear, and before long, the taxi pulled up in front of the hotel. Lin Feng paid the fare and then helped the two girls out of the car.

No sooner had they gotten out than Chen Qiao rushed over to a trash can at the roadside and started to vomit. She'd clearly had too much. Seeing this, Lin Feng hurried over to pat her back. When she was done, he handed her the half-empty bottle of mineral water from his bag so she could rinse her mouth.

"Thank you..." Chen Qiao murmured, half-asleep, after rinsing. Then, tilting to one side, she collapsed right into Lin Feng's arms.

"Oh, come on!" Lin Feng was completely unprepared. Chen Qiao, though slender, still weighed over ninety pounds, and with her full weight bearing down on him, he nearly buckled.

"A drunken woman is truly a handful," Lin Feng muttered, shaking his head in exasperation. He managed to steady Chen Qiao, but just as he straightened up, another soft figure toppled into him.

"Giggle... One more drink... just one more..." Feng Yao's flushed face was all coy smiles as she fell into Lin Feng's embrace, one arm looping directly around his neck. Since Lin Feng was tall, Feng Yao's body practically hung from him.

"Oh, come on..." Lin Feng was at a loss. Dealing with Chen Qiao alone was already more than he could handle, and now he had the much more voluptuous Feng Yao as well. Together, the two women weighed nearly two hundred pounds; with one on either side, Lin Feng could barely move his legs.

Still, he got to taste what it felt like to have a beauty in each arm—though if this experience proved anything, it was that a man was better off focusing on just one woman. Otherwise, it was simply exhausting!

With great effort, Lin Feng dragged the two women into the hotel. Fortunately, since all three of them were members of the Fanquan Team, their rooms were on the same floor. After settling the two women in their rooms, Lin Feng returned to his own. It was nearly one by then. He quickly washed up and was just about to go to bed when the doorbell suddenly rang.

Lin Feng frowned. Who could be looking for him at this hour?

He went to the door and peered through the peephole, but couldn't see a thing. It seemed someone had covered it.

"Who is it?" Lin Feng asked.

"It's Feng Yao," came her voice from outside.

"Huh, you're awake?" Lin Feng was puzzled. When he had brought her back earlier, she had been dead drunk.

"Mm, could you open the door? It's so cold out here," Feng Yao replied, her voice soft and coquettish.

"Oh," Lin Feng said, opening the door. But when he saw Feng Yao standing there, he was dumbstruck. She was wrapped in nothing but a bath towel, most of her skin exposed to the air, her chest a dazzling expanse of white, abundant and inviting.

"You..." Lin Feng had never encountered such a scene and was momentarily stunned.

"Sorry to bother you," Feng Yao said with a sultry smile. "For some reason, the water in my room suddenly went out. May I borrow your bathroom for a bit?" As she spoke, she was already inside, gently closing the door behind her.

"Alright then," Lin Feng said awkwardly, shrugging his shoulders. Since she was already inside, he couldn't very well kick her out.

Maybe... maybe she really just wanted to use his bathroom.

"Make yourself at home. I just got some inspiration and was working on some lyrics," Lin Feng lied, using his songwriting as an excuse to retreat into the bedroom.

Since "Original Good Songs" was a songwriting competition, and all contestants had to undergo a 48-hour songwriting challenge, each participant had their own suite to ensure they could create without disturbance.

Seeing Lin Feng head into the bedroom, Feng Yao couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed, but she still went into the bathroom.

On the way back, Lin Feng had already decided on the song for the upcoming "Dreams" theme: "Old Boy" by the Chopsticks Brothers.

He'd chosen this song partly because he was inspired by the Haier Brothers—their situation was strikingly similar to that of the Chopsticks Brothers on Earth. In fact, they seemed almost like the real-life prototypes of the film "Old Boy." Liu Dahai now ran a wedding planning company and acted as a wedding emcee, while Yang Er ran a barbershop. The two had been singing as a duo for over a decade, but had never found real success. Still, whenever they had time, they continued to rehearse and make music together. That kind of persistence was the best interpretation of chasing one's dreams.

Additionally, some time ago, Lin Feng had signed up for the National Microfilm Competition because of his bet with Jiang Kai, submitting a microfilm titled "Old Boy." Now, by premiering the song "Old Boy" on "Original Good Songs," he could also build momentum for the upcoming film.

He was also considering having the Haier Brothers star in that microfilm, though he wasn't sure about their acting skills yet. He planned to discuss it with them after the team's internal competition.

Lin Feng turned on his computer and began typing the lyrics to "Old Boy":

That is the one I love, the one I miss day and night
How should I express myself?
Would she accept me?
Maybe I'll never say those words to her
I am destined to wander the world
How can I afford to have ties?
Dreams are always out of reach

Should I give up?
Flowers bloom and wither, and another season has passed
Spring—where are you?
Youth is like a rushing river
Gone without goodbye, never to return
All that remains is my numb self
The passion of yesteryear is gone
See the petals falling all over the sky
Withering at their most beautiful moment
Who will remember that they were ever here?
...

As he wrote, Lin Feng couldn't help but hum the melody. This song had such powerful resonance—anyone with even a bit of life experience would feel a deep chord struck within them.

"Youth is like a rushing river, gone without goodbye, never to return. All that's left is my numb self, with no more of that old passion." These lyrics were simple, yet pierced the heart. Every time Lin Feng sang this song, he couldn't help but recall the many experiences of his previous life...

"Lin Feng, Lin Feng..." As Lin Feng was lost in the world of "Old Boy," Feng Yao's voice suddenly called from outside.

"Do you need something?" Lin Feng didn't go out right away, but replied from inside the bedroom.

"Could you come help me? I think I twisted my ankle..." Feng Yao's voice sounded again.

Lin Feng frowned. He'd known she couldn't have come just to borrow the bathroom. Sure enough, what was meant to happen had arrived. But now, the real question was...

Should he go to the bathroom to help her?

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