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The two of them started fighting between the bed and the table. This was not an internationally famous garden. Yang Jingxing had no way to hide and suffered a big loss.

However, Yang Jingxing was even more at a loss when he pinched, poked, scratched and opened the movie. There was nothing inappropriate for children at all. They were all serious movies. The file names were clearly marked. There seemed to be many Oscar-winning films in the past. He Peiyuan explained that originally

I have collected them all, but some of them I really didn’t like were deleted to save space. For example, last year, I really didn’t think there was anything better.

It's hard for this girl. She has saved 70 or 80 movies with a storage capacity of 30, most of which are Oscars. There are also old domestic movies like Spring in a Small Town, ghost movies like Chungking Express, and the romance movie Yang Jingxing is astonished every time she scans it.

Then he looked at the girl: "You are so embarrassed!"

"What's wrong!?" He Peiyuan confronted him stubbornly, then she buried her head and dug almost her chin into Yang Jingxing's back between the ribs. She hit the stinky scoundrel's head and shoulders with her cat fists. She yelled loudly, but it didn't matter.

Recruit parents.

Yang Jingxing was still afraid: "Take it lightly, no wonder there is no progress, we have all the time to do this."

"I'm looking for inspiration!" The girl who had suppressed her blush was still confident, and said: "If you fall in love for one day, you will be single for a week, and there is no one to accompany me!"

Yang Jingxing could no longer be arrogant: "Watch with you, what are you watching?"

He Peiyuan moved her chin to her boyfriend's trapezius muscle, which was very gentle, and pointed at the screen: "This."

"Which one?"

He Peiyuan was very proud of being illiterate: "This!"

You can tell from the name that it's a romance movie. Yang Jingxing hasn't watched it yet, but he doesn't have time to finish watching the movie, and it takes a lot of time to open the player, so let's focus on the key points: which part is it in? "

He Peiyuan was not happy: "See for yourself, I don't know, I have no sincerity at all, I'm waiting for your birthday." She didn't seem to have thought about how to retaliate.

Yang Jingxing was anxious with anticipation: "Send another beautiful woman to accompany me?"

"Beauty! Beauty! Beauty!!!"

Yang Jingxing was so painful that he almost sat on the ground. He Peiyuan took the opportunity to use the mouse to pull the playback bar. It was micron-level precise positioning. Yang Jingxing looked up and saw on the small square monitor the silhouette narration program on the Puhai Movie Channel that night on January 19th.

I saw the picture in the movie, a large group of people holding birthday cakes wishing a girl named Kate, who should be the heroine, a happy birthday.

Yang Jingxing looked at it for a while and said, "It's boring." Change it to another one.

He Peiyuan is also very good. She has collected more than half of the sources of materials for TV programs, more than a dozen. Maybe it’s because she has too many debts to bear, but this girl is no longer shy. She opened the positioning one by one and helped the film investors verify the program.

The planner also loves movies and doesn’t do anything fake.

However, Yang Jingxing did not give up, and went to study the disk without finding the movie disk. As a result, they started fighting again. This scoundrel promised to read the book, but ignored the obvious "safe as usual" folder, and stared at life with gleaming eyes.

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This girl also likes to be neat when playing with computers. Under the photo folder are five more folders, junior high school, high school, university, work, and life. Yang Jingxing was so excited that she shouted out: "My high school Yuanyuan!"

"No, no, no!" He Peiyuan hurriedly grabbed it, but became very gentle: "Listen to me, listen to me first."

Yang Jingxing felt very uncomfortable and looked at his girlfriend as if he was a little scared.

He Peiyuan pouted again, as if she was making a difficult decision. Her reluctance to reveal it was almost pleading: "I'll save it and show it to you slowly. I won't read it today."

Yang Jingxing hummed: "Come on, this little book has been fooling me for half a year. I don't like primary school students."

He Peiyuan, who was a little apologetic, immediately turned cold and said: "Forget it if you don't like it."

This is really three seconds in Hedong and three seconds in Hexi. Yang Jingxing frowned again: "It's not that I don't like it."

He Peiyuan is also moved by emotion and rationality. She only has a few photo albums and not many on her computer. If she doesn’t save anything, she will lose it quickly. If she sees too much at once, she will lose the sense of surprise. It’s like eating:

"Unless you want to get tired of watching it!"

Of course Yang Jingxing didn't want to, and he promised that no matter how much he watched, he wouldn't get tired of it. It was okay to just watch the trailer, right? After some fierce bargaining, He Peiyuan showed mercy and allowed him to watch ten pictures in each folder.

Fortunately, the folder opened slowly, otherwise Yang Jingxing would not have been happy for a few seconds. There were 853 files in "high school". As a talented and famous composer, Yang Jingxing seemed to have never saved so many in his life.

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He Peiyuan burst out laughing so proudly, but she also reassured that many of them were cousins ​​of classmates and even landscapes: "I bought the camera and computer at the same time, so I took a lot of photos during that time."

Yang Jingxing was really miserable: "Then I have to draw a lottery to try my luck."

He Peiyuan was overjoyed, but she also gave her some cuddles as comfort: "Sooner or later, I will all be yours."

Yang Jingxing had to study first: "How are they arranged?"

Let's go in chronological order. The file names also contain dates. After careful confirmation, Yang Jingxing was about to click on the first one, 010709101236. He Peiyuan even teased: "Think about it."

Yang Jingxing tried his best, his eyes were eager, and he didn't need to change his expression after a few seconds and continued to stare. On July 9, 2001, the girl who was not yet fifteen years old was simply standing in this room wearing a light blue dress with flowers.

By the door, her arms and face were too thin, and her wry smile looked so young and reserved. Who would believe that such a beautiful and elegant girl could hit someone?

He Peiyuan was confident: "You are lucky."

Yang Jingxing ignored it and continued to stare at the monitor for a while before looking back at where the girl was standing.

He Peiyuan also took a look and compared: "Nothing grew after that. I kind of like this skirt."

Yang Jingxing didn't even look at his girlfriend. He even raised his palms to indicate that he should stop talking and concentrate on the screen, as if he was thinking of some big idea.

He Peiyuan glanced at her and seemed to be hesitating. Forget it, I will bear with it for the big holiday. The girl can bear it. Yang Jingxing settled for nearly half a minute before saying: "Pen, notebook."

He Peiyuan looked around and saw that she was inside. The girl could only raise her legs in a hurry, do some half-somersaults on the bed and then crawled to the bookcase. After all, she is a music worker, and she could use a blank sheet of music paper and an oil-based pen.

I found it and spread it on the space left by the monitor base in front of the composer.

The so-called painting took more than two minutes, and I had to apply it twice in the middle. The tadpoles were all drawn in a very sloppy way. In the end, what appeared was a bit messy, about fifteen or six sections, one root, two sticks and three sticks.

The talisman beams are getting longer and longer, and the long-span smooth lines are not even smooth enough, making them incomparable to printing.

Although the composer didn't specify it, He Peiyuan could certainly tell it and hummed: "Why use guzheng?"

The composer had come to his senses: "Do you still want to summarize Yuanyuan in one or two pieces?" He handed over the sheet of music.

He Peiyuan's expression couldn't hide her apology. She took the manuscript carefully so that her hands could hold it steady. It was still in a review posture.

Fan Yali came to see it when she had time: "Oh, you really love to study!" Her mocking eyes did not miss even the famous composer.

"Don't make any noise." He Peiyuan shook her butt delicately without looking back at her mother.

Fan Yali also turned around and left.

I also read the score for two or three minutes, and after putting it down, He Peiyuan reviewed the composer. Okay, you bastard, you’ve already seen the first photo. I’m so sorry, the same dress on the same day was taken in a different place at home.

There are so many photos, and what’s even more embarrassing is that they were taken while changing clothes.

It’s a big holiday, forget it, He Peiyuan just leaned over and climbed on her boyfriend’s back, put her arm around his shoulders and said softly: “Husband”

Yang Jingxing: "Do you feel that you have made a great contribution to the music industry?"

He Peiyuan smiled and arched her face, and her tone was like the early and late stages of being on the bed in an international famous garden: "Is it that good-looking?"

"have."

He Peiyuan's face crawled onto her boyfriend's head, rubbing it from left to right: "Please help me take it off."

He Weidong also came to take a look and was surprised: "What are you doing when you are ready to eat?"

He Peiyuan was carefully wiping her zither, which had been unstrung for who knows how many years. It was strange that it would collect dust when placed in a box.
Chapter completed!