It has to be said that signing with Leyu was an extremely right choice for Nan Yu.
Ying Min didn't urge her to write new songs quickly. Instead, she just told Nan Yu to follow her inspiration, saying that inspiration was the top priority.
Nan Yu had been so busy these days that she hadn't had the time to go to the record store.
The previous employment relationship between her and Zhou Yu had long been in name only, and she only went to the record store to help out from time to time.
One day, Nan Yu managed to spare some time to go to the record store, only to find that the door was tightly shut.
Normally, the record store would just hang a sign saying "Temporarily Closed", but the door was usually ajar.
It was really rare that the door was not even open this time.
She called Zhou Yu and learned that he had been hospitalized for gastroenteritis due to an irregular diet after returning to China.
Nan Yu then took a taxi to the hospital.
Zhou Yu kept saying that he was fine. "It's just that the season changed too suddenly in China, and I caught a cold for a while."
Nan Yu knew him well. She was sure that he must have gotten new inspiration abroad and then worked day and night after coming back.
He was a music fanatic who was used to being unconventional, and his lifestyle was different from that of ordinary people.
"I didn't intend to tell you at first. I'll recover from this minor illness in a couple of days."
Unexpectedly, Nan Yu came to visit him. Zhou Yu felt a bit guilty. While getting an IV drip, he explained, "Maybe I'll be discharged from the hospital today."
Nan Yu said with a smile, "Who would have thought that Boss Zhou's record store, which is open 24 hours a day but never really in business, would one day truly be closed?"
The two chatted for a while, and the topic turned to Nan Yu's job.
"How's it going at your new music company?" Zhou Yu was very interested. "I saw from your Moments that the book - signing event went smoothly?"
"It went quite smoothly. Leyu is also helping me get more resources recently. They said they'll arrange for me to compose the soundtrack for a movie in a while."
"Wow, that's really amazing." Zhou Yu was happy for her.
"It's not certain yet. Sister Min just mentioned it casually."
Nan Yu said with a smile, "It's an art - house movie. The cast and crew are really strong. Maybe they won't think highly of me by then."
She comforted herself well. "Maybe Sister Min was just giving me a carrot to encourage me to create more."
Zhou Yu didn't think so. He believed that Ying Min wasn't the kind of person who would make empty promises. "Anyway, you should work hard. When your independent music comes out, remember to sign it for me."
Nan Yu promised with a smile, "Then remember to buy a few more albums to support me by then."
Zhou Yu didn't let Nan Yu stay for too long. He said that if someone visited a patient for too long, it would seem like the patient was seriously ill.
In the middle, the nurse came in to remove the IV needle. Zhou Yu looked full of energy, so he was indeed not seriously ill.
Nan Yu had no choice but to remind him to pay attention to his diet and rest recently, and then she left the ward.
Sister Min had just sent her a message, asking her to go back to the company.
The Department of Gastroenterology was on the fifth floor. It would be faster for her to take the elevator down.
When the elevator reached the third floor, it dinged, and the elevator doors opened.
When Nan Yu saw the person being wheeled in on a wheelchair, she was instantly stunned.
Qu Jiaran's face was pale, and her lips were also bloodless.
She was wearing a hospital gown, and behind her was her ever - present bodyguard in black.
"I've said it's the same old problem. It can't be cured. Why do you have to make me come for..."
Halfway through her sentence, when she saw the people in the elevator, her eyes were full of concern. "Yuyu! Why are you here? Are you sick?"
Nan Yu shook her head. "I'm here to visit a friend. He's hospitalized."
"I'm glad it's not you who's sick."
Qu Jiaran let out a sigh of relief. She stood up directly from the wheelchair and gave Nan Yu a big hug. "I'm so happy to run into Yuyu in the hospital!"
"Miss..." The bodyguard's face changed slightly. He stepped forward, trying to stop Qu Jiaran, but was stared back by her.
The elevator doors closed. The bodyguard had no choice but to shut up and turned around to press the button for the basement floor.
Nan Yu helped her sit back in the wheelchair and asked, "Are you not feeling well?"
She noticed that there was medical tape on Qu Jiaran's arm, which should be to cover the needle hole.
Sensing Nan Yu's gaze, Qu Jiaran quickly hid her hand behind her back.
"I'm just having a physical examination." She winked playfully. "Don't worry. I'm super healthy!"
Nan Yu was silent for a moment.
Judging from the bodyguard's reaction just now, Qu Jiaran was probably lying.
What exactly was Qu Jiaran's illness?
During the drinking accident last time, the doctor had mentioned that Qu Jiaran had a heart defect and couldn't drink alcohol or be stimulated.
But since the medical history was personal privacy, Nan Yu didn't know the detailed condition.
This sense of the unknown made Nan Yu feel inexplicably panicked.
Maybe because of Nan Yu's appearance, Qu Jiaran looked much better than before, and the smile on her face never faded.
When she heard that Nan Yu was going to the company, Qu Jiaran even asked the driver to take her there.
Along the way, she just kept chatting.
Sitting in the black nanny car, Nan Yu wanted to ask about her physical condition several times, but Qu Jiaran always smiled and changed the subject.
Nan Yu wasn't stupid. She could tell that Qu Jiaran was deliberately avoiding the topic.
The more Qu Jiaran avoided it, the more panicked Nan Yu felt.
"I have a feeling that today is a lucky day."
Qu Jiaran turned to look at the street view outside. "Do you want to buy a scratch - off lottery ticket?"
Nan Yu's thoughts were pulled back. "Now?"
The car had already stopped downstairs at the Leyu Company.
"Now." Qu Jiaran nodded. She took Nan Yu's hand and went to buy a scratch - off lottery ticket.
"I heard that you can use this way to tell whether the friends around you can bring good luck."
Qu Jiaran said plausibly, "If I win a prize, it means that you, Nan Yu, can bring good luck to me."
Nan Yu couldn't help laughing at her theory.
Actually, she had this kind of special ability since she was a child. No matter who she went with to buy scratch - off lottery tickets, she could always win prizes ranging from ten yuan to a few hundred yuan.
This time was, of course, no exception.
"I won 50 yuan!" Qu Jiaran exclaimed. "Yuyu, you can really bring good luck!"
Nan Yu had expected this result.
Qu Jiaran happily went to the boss to redeem the prize, as if she had won 500,000 yuan instead of just 50 yuan.
But even if it were 500,000 yuan, it still wouldn't be worth her being so overjoyed.
She was always full of enthusiasm for everything, no matter how big or small.
She was like a candle burning to the end, burning brighter than anyone else.
Seeing her carefully put the 50 - yuan cash into her wallet, Nan Yu looked down at the time.
It was getting late, and Sister Min was still waiting for her.
"I still have work to do. I'll go up first?"
Qu Jiaran nodded. "I won't hold you up, Yuyu. Go and get busy!"
Nan Yu nodded. Just as she was about to say goodbye to Qu Jiaran,
Suddenly, Qu Jiaran ran up to her in a hurry, gasping for breath.
Nan Yu turned to look at her. "What else?"
Qu Jiaran gasped for several times to catch her breath, and then she grinned. "Yuyu, do you think I should propose to Lin Yuan today since I'm so lucky?"
Unexpectedly, Nan Yu's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Qu Jiaran didn't seem to be waiting for her answer. She just waved her hand. "Bye. I'm going to find Lin Yuan now! Yuyu, wish me success!"
Nan Yu calmly watched Qu Jiaran get into the car. The wheels rolled on the road, smoothly driving away from the main road and disappearing around the corner.
She turned around and also bought a scratch - off lottery ticket.
The boss checked the card and said to her with a helpless smile, "Sorry, you didn't win the prize."