"Don't blame me...I won't be with Wang Rui next time."

Yang Jingxing begged for a beating again: "Whoever is in the same group as you will be unlucky..."

Talking about the evening again, I heard that Qi Qingnuo conducted the chorus, and He Peiyuan was convinced that Yang Jingxing's inspiration must have come from this: "... When you are together, you are at your creative peak. Everyone knows it."

Yang Jingxing opened the armrest box and took out some folded papers: "This is the proof. I have time to write it down in the evening?"

He Peiyuan took it carefully, opened it up, and turned on the light. Oh, it was still a manuscript written by Director Yang.

Yang Jingxing suggested: “We’ll look at it later.”

He Peiyuan ignored him. Of course, the first thing he looked at when he looked at the score was the tuning, and she complained a little: "I haven't touched this little piano for a long time..."

Yang Jingxing was so bold: "This is your fault..."

"Who bothers me every day?" He Peiyuan was still angry: "I'm not in the mood! Who does so many weird things, I can't even practice them!"

Yang Jingxing shut up.

He Peiyuan continued to read the score and immediately came to the conclusion: "Let's just say you have bad intentions." It must be because it is a three-string guitar ensemble.

Yang Jingxing repented: "Music, I'm sorry for you."

He Peiyuan burst into laughter: "You are only sorry for your own music, just apologize to them..." He continued to read, and his facial expression showed that his ability to read music was pretty good, and he seemed to be understanding his feelings.

Yang Jingxing did not disturb the girl's seriousness.

After watching for a while, He Peiyuan frowned: "It's the tremolo again, annoying..." The voice was not loud, and there was no need to explain, so she continued reading.

After watching it for a while, He Peiyuan remembered again: "I have never played with the guitar... I am self-righteous and mysterious..."

Even the more beautiful beauties are nagging, and they are all dissatisfied when looking at the score. Although no substantial flaws can be found at all, it sounds like Yang Jingxing's three-string guitar ensemble piece is really average, which is not surprising.

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It is not convenient to read things in the car. In fact, there are only three or four minutes of music. He Peiyuan read the score for six or seven minutes. However, the more I read the later part, the less I complained. Maybe it was because I was short of words and always complained that it was difficult to play or that I disliked it.

The chords are not interesting either.

After reading, He Peiyuan folded the five pieces of paper in her hand and looked at the driver.

Yang Jingxing laughed: "How is it?"

He Peiyuan blinked, but still showed some momentum: "Who knows if you pieced it together on the way here."

Yang Jingxing lamented: "Even if I am a genius, I am not a god."

He Peiyuan changed her tone of voice impatiently: "Then when did you write it?"

Yang Jingxing said: "After lunch, it took more than two hours."

"Bragging!" He Peiyuan didn't believe it, she rolled her eyes slightly and complained: "Why didn't you take it out earlier?"

Yang Jingxing said, "It's not the right time. I can't hug or kiss you now."

He Peiyuan looked at the driver. She didn't get angry, but slowly started to think about it. From a slight complaint to a serious frown, she even stamped her feet: "I knew you were deliberately trying to belittle me... I won't go!"

Yang Jingxing explained: “It’s inconvenient to see things in the car.”

He Peiyuan looked at the case angrily: "Then you didn't say it in the afternoon? Didn't you say it on the phone? Didn't you say it when we got in the car? You didn't say it now!"

Yang Jingxing still told the truth: "I want to give you a surprise, so hurry me up when you get in the car."

"Why are you not walking in the car?" He Peiyuan rolled her eyes and then said seriously: "I tell you... I will not be attracted by your talent, and I will not accept you because of your creation. If so, then you can

If others go, there may be girls who admire your talent."

"Where did you go?" Yang Jingxing begged for mercy: "I just want to make you happy, so I'll treat it as a disguised gift."

"Then I don't want it anymore." He Peiyuan unfolded the folded paper, glanced at it and closed it again: "...You have the wrong mentality!"

Yang Jingxing patiently explained: "Watching those folk performers in the morning...I suddenly had a strong idea. If I don't know Yuanyuan, if I introduce him on stage, He Peiyuan, a sanxian player from somewhere, and then you go on stage, wear

Wearing a white dress, sit down and play a random song, such as a plum blossom tune... I will probably suffer from insomnia, and I will definitely ask you to cooperate, no matter they say that I, Yang Jingxing, am a pervert... I actually wrote this piece with this feeling in mind."

He Peiyuan looked at the driver seriously, her eyes and eyebrows were fine, and she was relatively pleasant. However, her lips showed dissatisfaction: "...You are the one who will be moved by beautiful women."

Yang Jingxing was troubled: "At that time, I only thought of you, not the beauty."

He Peiyuan stroked the manuscript with her hand and asked first: "Why is it a white dress? You mentioned the printed one last time."

Yang Jingxing continued to worry: "Who told you to look good no matter what you wear? I think of it."

He Peiyuan continued to frown, as if eager to find a loophole to vent: "...You are so superficial."

Yang Jingxing always said: "Why don't you find your own reasons?"

He Peiyuan hummed, opened the manuscript and took a look at it: "...You really lied to them, "Welcome to the Wind and Rain"!"

Yang Jingxing said seriously: "Those who share the same journey through thick and thin have feelings, and this song is the same."

He Peiyuan thought for a moment: "Then you go to them!"

Yang Jingxing could only smile bitterly.

He Peiyuan faced the driver and shouted softly: "I don't want you to lie to me like this."

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Okay, just pretend you didn't see it."

He Peiyuan explained: "What I mean is that we treat it with a purely artistic attitude... and nothing else is involved."

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Okay!"

He Peiyuan seemed to be relieved. She picked up the score and looked at it carefully, trying to be artistic: "You think more about the contrast between the two timbres, how wrong is it?"

Yang Jingxing said: "There is still a response."

He Peiyuan was dissatisfied: "I know, I haven't said it yet!"

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Then you say it first..."

It didn't take long for He Peiyuan to say that when she arrived at the place, the girl was already a little motivated. When she got out of the car and picked up the guy from the back seat, she was still studying: "Actually, before, I liked the double bomb and the double bomb that served the music image in "Empty Mountain".

The double challenge combination has a new feel in the old, but the rhythm was not easy to grasp at the beginning.”

Yang Jingxing looked at the car with a grimace: "I should have taken it out at this time, maybe there would be some unexpected gains."

He Peiyuan did not curse, but gave a soothing attitude: "No, it's impossible, don't think about it... Even if I composed the Second Symphony alone, I wouldn't know it, really!"

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Just hit me."

He Peiyuan frowned and smiled reluctantly: "I won't hit you. This is my principle... let's go."

Yang Jingxing stretched out his hand: "Give it to me."

He Peiyuan hesitated, and seemed to sacrifice for the sake of art, so she handed the piano case to the rogue. Yang Jingxing wanted to get his own instrument from the trunk, but He Peiyuan noticed it, so he probably had no intention of coming to the recording studio in the first place.

After nine o'clock, the recording studio is bustling with activity. The male singer who is barely considered a front-line artist is working on a big production. He has money. A lot of musicians, arrangers and lyrics are in the studio, striving for excellence. There is no best, only better.

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Yang Jingxing first took He Peiyuan to his studio, and then went there to greet his colleagues for five minutes. When he came back, he found that He Peiyuan had already set up his stance and set the strings, and also helped Yang Jingxing take out the guitar.

Yang Jingxing asked: "No need for nails."

In the little song, He Peiyuan is relaxed and happy: "That's it."

Yang Jingxing requested: "I want to use it."

He Peiyuan pouted a little: "It's really troublesome..." She still took her bag to look for something.

Yang Jingxing is eager to learn: "How to tie it? Teach me."

"Just tie it like this..." He Peiyuan's armor is made of goose bones, one long and one short, with red silk thread. She seems to be able to tie it with her eyes closed.

"Give me a try." Yang Jingxing stretched out his hand to beg: "Guide me."

"I'll do it myself." He Peiyuan said impatiently: "You can learn it later..." She raised her eyes to watch the music.

Yang Jingxing was unhappy: "Huh, there's not even a consolation prize."

He Peiyuan looked at the rogue and frowned slowly: "...Only nails are allowed, promise!"

Yang Jingxing nodded repeatedly: "I promise."

He Peiyuan reluctantly put the things on the table.

Yang Jingxing sat down opposite the girl, picked up something and wanted to observe and study it: "...come."

He Peiyuan raised her right hand that was on her lap and stretched it out half way, holding out her thumb in a fist gesture, and her eyes were wary of the other side.

Yang Jingxing responded with a thumbs up: "You are great too."

"Hurry up." He Peiyuan was annoyed, "Tie it up or not?"

Yang Jingxing's left hand held the tiger's mouth and half of the thumb of He Peiyuan's right hand. The skin on He Peiyuan's hand was warm and smooth. She used hand cream well, but her body temperature was not as high as Yang Jingxing's. Yang Jingxing's hands were also much larger than the girl's.

, grasping a little bit seemed to control everything. He Peiyuan's hand seemed to shrink instinctively, and her thumb tried to curl up uncooperatively.

Yang Jingxing looked at the girl.

The girl also looked at Yang Jingxing, and she had always disliked this person, so her eyes wandered for a moment, and then returned to looking at each other for the sake of art, with a somewhat complaining look: "...Look at what I am doing, look at my hands." She did.

Cherish your own hands, the sharp downward pronunciation of this word is simply full of love.
Chapter completed!