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??weekend.

??Meng Tinghe dug out the music score written many years ago, staring at the slightly immature handwriting on it.

?? No matter how well preserved it is, the paper is a little yellowed, and the handwriting is faintly beginning to blur.

??Meng Tinghe touched the score, turned on the computer and recorded the score as an electronic version.

?? Transcribing music scores is more troublesome than recording ordinary documents. It took Meng Tinghe two hours to transcribe all the music.

?? He looked at the transcribed document and let out a sigh of relief.

?? Like a relief of some kind of regret.

??After finishing all this, Meng Tinghe took out another piece of paper to compose music for the show.

??…

?? Time back to Wednesday morning.

?? After Meng Tinghe finished saying "I have an idea", the three people on the opposite side immediately looked at him.

?? "First ask, what are the instruments in your orchestra?" Meng Tinghe calmly faced Baibai's gaze and asked.

??Luo Ling paused for a while, and said: "We... are not the traditional kind of band, there is no guitar, electric bass or anything like that. We are a pure musical instrument group, I am an erhu, Pu Ge is a flute, and Xiao Le plays the piano."

?? This kind of combination is too rare, and Luo Ling was a little apprehensive after speaking.

?? Unexpectedly, Meng Tinghe's eyes sparkled with a smile, he shook his head, and sighed softly, "Coincidentally."

??Luo Ling couldn't understand what Meng Tinghe's bewildered sigh meant, and looked at him eagerly.

?? "In this case, do you want to make a show?"

??Meng Tinghe asked very sincerely.

??The other side's eyes widened again.

??The party list of University A is generally submitted to the superior one and a half months in advance, and the leader in charge of reviewing this aspect is so strict with his work that he is critical of his work—he hates changing the established list, and even more hates trying to mess up the show people.

?? This is why Qiu Xuan couldn't hide his schadenfreude when he came to find Meng Tinghe.

??Luo Ling was worried: "Isn't it already fixed?"

??Meng Tinghe shook his phone and explained slowly: "In the end, it's fine if I play. As for changing the number of participants a little - someone will help me, so I can't blame me."

?? On the screen, there was a chat record with Qiu Xuan.

??[Crane]: Student Qiu Xuan, you just said that you can contact me if you have any questions, right?

?? The opposite side came back quickly.

?? [Qiu Xiaoxuan also cheers today]: Yes.

??[Crane]: Then I would trouble you to communicate and add three more people to my program.

??[Crane]: Thank you, you are really a good person.

??…

?? In the dormitory on the first floor, Qiu Xuan was holding his mobile phone, panting heavily, wanting to scold but couldn't.

??When Meng Tinghe sent him a message, he thought that the other party had finally figured out that he was mediocre and didn't deserve to be on stage, and wanted him to withdraw from the show.

??Qiu Xuan thought very well. He asked Meng Tinghe gently and intellectually if he regretted it. When Meng Tinghe confessed, he agreed to him first and told him not to do it after hanging for a week. After all, he has no psychological problems. , so that they will not ask for trouble to communicate with their superiors.He waited until the other party panicked, and then pretended to comfort him, and finally he could appreciate him making a fool of himself in front of everyone at the party.

?? Just thinking about it this way, Qiu Xuan was so happy that he was about to laugh out loud.

??I didn't expect him to say "Huh? Didn't you say there's no problem? Do you need my help to cancel the program?"

??He didn't want to quit? ?

??Qiu Xuan looked at the huge "You are a good person" on the screen, his face turned blue and then pale, and his hands were so hard that he almost crushed the phone.

??The roommate looked at his face and dragged the chair farther away.

??Qiu Xuan glared at him viciously, and continued to be angry.

??He wanted to see, even if Meng Tinghe added others to the rescue, he himself had no talent, what kind of waves he could make!

??…

?? Luo Ling took a closer look at the comments, and sighed sincerely: "Student Qiu Xuan? He is really a good person!"

??Meng Tinghe smiled: "Yeah."

??Luo Ling: "You are also a good person. Hey, I really didn't expect you to do this. I scolded you before, and I apologize."

??

Brother Pu rubbed his face, and smiled embarrassedly: "Don't call me Brother Pu, I'm Pu Rong. Thank you so much." After speaking, Pu Rong still couldn't hold back Looking carefully at Meng Tinghe's face, he quickly looked away and asked him carefully: "Are you feeling unwell, stomachache...?"

??Meng Tinghe waved his hands indifferently: "It's an old problem."

??Five minutes later, Meng Tinghe was pinned down on a chair with a pillow on the backrest, holding a can of stuffed Wangzai milk in his hand.

??The newly released new combination first got to know each other, and then began to discuss the content of the program.

??…

??————

??Meng Tinghe turned the pen in his hand and wrote down the first line of notes on the paper.

??After a few days of discussion, the beginning of the song used in the show followed the style of a song composed by Meng Tinghe in his early years.

??——Brisk, bright, warm.

??As the tip of the pen falls, the deliberately forgotten memories are also hooked up a little bit.

??When the score reached the third line, Meng Tinghe stopped writing to organize his thoughts.

?? Qin Yanxun's phone call came at this time.

??Meng Tinghe hung his fingers above the screen for a moment before answering the phone.

"Little Crane."

?? The voice at the other end is very gentle.

??Meng Tinghe lowered his eyes and called him, "Brother Qin."

??Qin Yanxun smiled: "It's rare that Xiaohe is willing to answer the phone."

?? "..."

?? Meng Tinghe's thoughts were hooked by the composition, but Qin Yanxun called at this time as if he had installed a radar.

??Qin Yanxun, the chief of the orchestra he participated in when he was young.It is said to be the chief, but it is different from the traditional western-style orchestra. It is more appropriate to say that he is the leader rather than the chief.

??Meng Tinghe violated his tutoring rarely, and fell silent.

?? He really didn't know what to say.

??Qin Yanxun didn't mind the silence at this moment, and said in a more solemn voice, "Xiaohe, I want to know, are you willing to play the pipa again now?"

??Meng Tinghe remained silent.

?? but in this silence is more like a default.

?? After a while, Meng Tinghe said, "How did you know that?"

??Qin Yanxun let go of his hanging heart, and his voice was a little anxious: "Didn't you ask Auntie to help you transport your precious red sandalwood? You forgot, Auntie is more anxious than I am."

??Meng Tinghe: "..." Made a mistake.

?? Qin Yanxun continued: "We are touring in Jiang City this month, let's see how you are."

??Thinking of the group of guys in the orchestra, Meng Tinghe hung up the phone neatly.

??"not good."

?? After hanging up the phone, Meng Tinghe pressed his brows with a headache.

??He just wants to perform a small party in peace and it's over. Why did things turn out like this!

??He just wants to be a salted fish that does not contend with the world. Thank you.