Who is not a monk

"This……"

Chen Shu twitched the corner of his mouth and took Huaiqin.

It's a guitar-like instrument, slightly smaller than a guitar but much larger than a ukulele, with six strings and a similar tone.

Chen Shu likes to play the guitar, she got used to it in her previous life.

The dark clouds outside the window were gradually blown into the distance by the wind, and the chirping birds disappeared. The temperature in autumn is very comfortable, and the afternoon is very leisurely.In such weather, two young people who have been together for a long time will not be in a hurry, time is just wasted.

Chen Shu sat cross-legged on the sofa, plucking the strings lightly.

"Den..."

This piano itself was used by him before. Although it was placed in Ning Qing's house and Ning Qing bought it, Ning Qing didn't know how to use it at all.

The feeling of familiarity comes back as soon as you get started.

"Are you ready?

"If you don't talk, you don't want to listen.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore, let's start, the old rules, you can only listen and don't look at me, or I will be embarrassed."

Ning Qing complied obediently and looked straight ahead, but she didn't look at anything.

Accompanied by the Huaiqin being played, the prelude was light and pleasant, and a very gentle voice sounded in her ears:

"I can't say why

"I became proactive

"If you love someone, everything is worth doing

"The wind by the river is blowing hair and fluttering

"Holding your hand for an inexplicable touch

"..."

Ning Qing had a calm face and listened silently. When she was quiet, she could often see her heart and emotions more clearly.

After the song ended, she looked back at Chen Shu, and only then did her eyes gradually regain focus.

Chen Shu smiled and said to her:

"One more song."

This guy seems to be addicted to singing.

Needless to say, Ning Qing looked forward again.

Chen Shu's voice sounded in front of the piano, like singing a cappella, with a very low voice and singing very slowly, as if telling a story, or quietly recalling and imagining:

"The book always loves to write about the evening when I am overjoyed

"The bicycle ride and his and her conversation

"Girl's white clothes boys love to see her wear

"...

"Love you slowly

"Slowly intimacy

"Talk about yourself

"Walking with you slowly..."

When Ning Qing turned his head to look at him, Chen Shu was still playing and singing, the strings were plucked slowly, and novel singing voices kept coming out of his mouth.

A smile appeared on Ning Qing's face.

"!"

Chen Shu let go of her hand at once, looked at her and said, "I told you not to raise your head, what's the matter with you? Why are you laughing, isn't this a failure?"

"What's the name of the song?"

"Huh? You spoke!"

"Yeah." Ning Qing calmed down, and continued to ask in a low voice, "What's your name?"

"Slowly liking you."

"Who wrote it?"

"It's not me anyway, I just sing."

"It sounds good."

"Why did you speak?"

"Failed?"

"why?"

"I'm heartbroken."

"Then you don't want to start over?"

"tomorrow."

"It will be invalid in a few days?"

"There is always something to gain."

"That's okay..." Chen Shu put down Huaiqin, "I thought you wouldn't fail."

"I thought so too." Ning Qing's voice was flat, "I thought I was used to you. I was used to everything you do. As long as you are mentally prepared, you won't fail."

"You use the spell of purifying your heart."

"How do you know I'm useless?"

"It still fails..."

Chen Shu couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth: "Trash!"

Ning Qing looked at him calmly, didn't seem to be angry, and only whispered: "Keep singing..."

"I won't sing anymore."

"?"

"The emotions are gone, and I can't sing."

"Then let's settle the score."

Ning Qing had grasped Chen Shu's wrist at some point. Her five fingers were long and slender, and the skin on the palm was so tender and soft, but when she exerted force, she burst out with great strength.

……

In the evening, return to the dormitory.

Chen Shu took Ning Qing's Huaiqin, sat at the desk and pondered for a long time, finally took out a piece of paper and wrote a title:

"how you look like"

This is a song composed by Luo Dayou. He often listened to and sang Lin Zhixuan's version in his previous life.But after so long, even if he has the spells to search and deepen his memory, some details have been completely lost, and he has to make up for it himself.

Fortunately, most of it is there, and it is not difficult to make up for it based on the overall style, vague memory, and general logic of songwriting and music writing.

Even if it is different, the difference will not be too big.

That's all it takes now.

Chen Shuxian hummed softly by himself: "I heard someone's voice, like the sobbing river in the dream, I saw someone's footsteps going away, covering the sad eyes when saying goodbye, what I don't understand is why You are willing to let wind and dust describe your appearance, just like the world that has long forgotten its love, once had your name and my voice..."

Eh?It's so smooth!

What's the next sentence?

That sad song will always be clear in the dream?wide awake?

Whatever it is, pick one.

The alarm clock urging him to practice rang.

"emmm..."

Chen Shu scratched his head. Although he was reluctant, he got out of bed quickly, turned on the computer, and logged into Yiguo Copyright Protection Center to register copyright online.

Very efficient and completed quickly.

Open Fetion.

Chen Shu: Mr. Wen Han, I have a fellow, Mr. Luo, who can write a song

Wen Han: Can I listen first?

Chen Shu: Let me sing a part

Chen Shu: 35''

Wen Han: Not bad, I like it very much, I will let my agent talk to you in detail

Chen Shu: Tomorrow, today is too late

Wen Han: That's right, my question, then Mr. Chen, you should rest well, we will communicate tomorrow

Chen Shu: Don't call me Teacher Chen, call me Chen Shu

Chen Shu: / Weird

Wen Han: Teacher Chen Shu

Chen Shu: ...

Daily practice.

Chapter 38 When will the moon shine

August twelfth.

The moon is getting rounder day by day.

In the past few nights, Meng Chunqiu has always stood on the balcony, holding a cup, looking at the moon, feeling nervous.Jiang Lai also always left early and came back late. He said it was training, and he was as tired as a dog when he came back every day, and his clothes were soaked in sweat.

Chen Shu is still working hard to make money.

Chen Shu: Director Wang

Chen Shu: / Give me something to eat

Wang Yang: I can't help it. I don't have many tasks recently. I have to take care of others, and none of them are suitable for you.

Chen Shu: Oh...

On the other hand, Wen Han has accepted the song and has not paid him yet.

You won't rely on my account, will you?

The phone vibrated.

Chen Shu thought it was money calling, but he didn't expect it to be a video invitation from Xiaoxiao.

Press the answer key.

The little girl's face appeared on the screen. Like her sister, her face was small, but a little rounder than her sister's. It didn't seem so difficult to approach, and it was much cuter.

"Brother-in-law!"

"Xiaoxiao." Chen Shu didn't ask her what she was looking for, but asked first, "Did you eat well in the past few days?"

"some."

"Is it the potatoes you eat every day?"

"No."

"What's for dinner tonight?"

"steamed stuffed bun."

"..."