"Did you feel it?" Chu Ge asked Gu Ruoyan. "The emotions the music stirred up in you."
Gu Ruoyan: "..."
Puzzled, Chu Ge asked, "What?"
"I don't understand music. I can't even read sheet music," Gu Ruoyan said with a straight face. "So all I felt was, holy shit, that sounds good."
Chu Ge almost burst out laughing.
Gu Ruoyan had the air of a white-collar professional, and she worked as an editor too. He had always pictured her as the artsy, bourgeois type. Thinking about it, that wasn't necessarily true. He himself had actually studied literature, but his knowledge of music was superficial at best. There wasn't much connection between the two. And someone working within the system like Gu Ruoyan might actually be rather unsophisticated inside...
Her views might be much the same as those people at the Publishing House and Chen Bozhong and the others from the Writers Association he had cursed out a few days ago, hahaha. Thinking of it that way made the contrast rather endearing: this glamorous young woman was actually an old-fashioned auntie.
"What's that look on your face?" Gu Ruoyan shot him a sidelong glance. "At least I knew the last piece was Für Elise. Do you know what this one is?"
Chu Ge puffed out his chest. "I don't know either."
They both laughed, and Gu Ruoyan said, "But I can feel the sadness in this piece. Listening closely brings my mood down."
Chu Ge nodded. "That's the power of music. It strikes an emotional chord. Neither of us knows much about it, so we only get a superficial impression. People who really understand music might appreciate its mood more deeply and become intoxicated by it."
Gu Ruoyan turned to look around and was astonished to find that some people were