After the breakup, it was already nine o'clock in the evening. After singing a few songs, it was soon approaching eleven o'clock. Lin Yiran received a call from her mother, saying that the driver had arrived downstairs of KTV. She sang a song and said goodbye.

She has never performed on stage in school, so it is the first time that most people in the class listen to her singing.

The song is called "Bad Man".

Want you to know

Want to accompany you to grow old

I love to see your bad mouth

Miss you until you fall asleep

Still smiling sweetly

...

Zhang Yang thought Lin would still look at her secretly, but she only sat there singing quietly from beginning to end. The huge box was also quiet, and the sounds of other boxes came faintly, and they were automatically filtered by everyone.

"Congratulations to the host for the song "The Most Romantic Things."

"You really know how to choose time, and this song is too old, right?"

"It's fine. If you don't like it, you can adapt it. If you have this ability."

“…”

Zhang Yang was too lazy to pay attention to her and continued to listen to music, but Luo Shen continued to join in the fun: "Lin Yiran's voice is very suitable for singing with you."

This is not the first time Zhang Yang has heard Lin Yiran sing, but before he only thought it was good, but he didn't think it was any difference from what others sang. After this year's cheating, he can clearly feel how gentle and ethereal the softness and ethereality in her voice are.

After Lin Yiran finished singing, he said goodbye to leave amid applause. Before leaving, he glanced at Zhang Yang. Zhang Yang received the signal, waved his hand to Zhou Fan, and said goodbye to leave.

Just as he caught the elevator, Zhang Yang came downstairs, patrolling the hall for a while, but he didn't see anyone, so he walked out and found that it was drizzling in the night. In the misty lights, he happened to see Lin Yiran's black dragon car

He turned a corner and flocked to the street traffic, and then disappeared from his sight.

Zhang Yang was stunned, and Luo Shen's "hugging" laughter came from his mind. It seemed that after being held back for a long time, he finally couldn't help it and turned into a "hahahahaha" laugh.

Zhang Yang Station was reflecting, seriously suspected that he was a little bit awkward in recent days. His phone rang twice, and Lin Yiran sent a message: "Are you going home?"

Zhang Yang: "Well, my mom just called to urge me."

Lin Yiran: "It's raining, it seems that it's not easy to take a taxi, right?"

Zhang Yang: "Yes, I'm having a headache [poor Xixi]"

Lin Yiran: "Why would I ask Uncle Yuan to turn around?"

Zhang Yang: "Lin Yiran, you are simply an angel sent by God!"

Lin Yiran: "No sincerity [arrogance]"

Zhang Yang: "How did you see me?"

Lin Yiran: "Uncle Yuan saw it."

Zhang Yang: "So amazing?"

Lin Yiran: "Of course, they used to be a soldier."

Zhang Yang talked to her for a while, and soon saw the black dragon car coming back from the other end, jogging over, getting on the car and sitting down. Lin Yiran asked, "Don't you go back with Zhou Fan?"

"Didn't you go back with Liu Chan?"

"She wants to stay and play, but I can't tie her back."

"A coincidence, Zhou Fan also wants to keep a singing voice."

"whispering sound."

"When will you record?"

"It seems to be the 15th, but you have to go to the rehearsal in advance. Anyway, you are in Qingcheng, so you don't have to run around. Aren't you going out to play?"

...

When Zhang Yang chased him out, he didn't think about "What Lin Yiran hints him out to do" or what he wanted to say to her, and he just talked about it in general along the way.

It was raining harder outside, and there was an umbrella in the car, so Lin Yiran wanted Zhang Yang to take it first. Zhang Yang asked and found out that there was only one umbrella, so he naturally wouldn't take it. Yuan Tong said at the right time that he could just drive the car into the community, and it would be perfectly solved.

Lin Yiran did not make Yuan Tong embarrassed. The car stopped downstairs of Zhang Yang's house. Yuan Tong took an umbrella and sent Zhang Yang into the building, and then returned to the car to take her home.

When Zhang Yang returned home, his parents and his sister were watching TV. Zhang Shouyi asked: "It's raining outside?"

"Yeah, it's quite big."

"Then why did you come back? I said I'm going to pick you up, your mother must not let me go."

“I came back from a taxi.”

Fang Qianxue looked at her son's hair and shoes, and smiled and said, "The car drove downstairs?"

"Of course, otherwise I can still run back?"

Zhang Shouyi said: "You can call, I'll pick you up at the door."

Fang Qianxue said, "No, they will send it to the doorstep. Didn't you see that he doesn't even have any water in his body?"

Zhang Wei smiled wickedly and said, "Brother, which taxi are you taking? The service is so good. I will call them next time I take a taxi."

"Didi."

Zhang Yang turned around and entered the study room. Zhang Wei asked behind him: "What's the matter?"

Zhang Yang turned on the computer and continued to dictate "The God of Condor Heroes". After a while, Lin Yiran sent a message: "I'm home."

Zhang Yang: "Well, I'm home too."

Lin Yiran: "[Blank your eyes]"

Zhang Yang: "I forgot to tell you, happy graduation."

Lin Yiran: "I'll have fun together."

Zhang Yang: "Okay, you have a good rest, I will continue to write."

Lin Yiran: "Where did you write?"

Zhang Yang: "You don't know?"

Lin Yiran: "[Question""

Zhang Yang: "Didn't you read the manuscript in advance?"

Lin Yiran: "My dad said there was no need to force it. Wherever he saw it... But I really want to see it in advance this time."

Zhang Yang: "Since that's the case, what else are you asking?"

At Qinglong Villa, Lin Yiran lay on the bed, looked at the message sent from his phone, opened his bright big eyes, grinded his teeth, and typed angrily: "Okay, then you can continue to type."

Zhang Yang: "I will give you a set in advance after this publication, so that you can see the ending sooner."

Lin Yiran finally showed a sweet smile again on her face, and her typing was crisp: "Okay."

She put down her cell phone and went to take a shower.

Zhang Yang put down his phone and continued to write.

The next morning, Zhang Yang received a call from the previous girl who chose to take care of him, asking him to go to the rehearsal the day after tomorrow.

Due to the "popularity" of "You, Deskmate" in reality and the Internet, Zhang Yang is actually quite confident in his talent, but after all, he lacks experience on stage and naturally does not dare to despise any rehearsal.

After the college entrance examination, the middle school resumed normal classes. Zhang Yang was at home on the 10th and 11th for two days, and they were preparing carefully. After breakfast on the 12th, Zhang Wei and Fang Qianxue left first. Zhang Shou had no classes all morning and knew that Zhang Yang was going to rehearsal. When Zhang Yang went out, he was still asking, "Why don't you go with you?"

Zhang Yang turned to walk in the subway. When he arrived at the recording site, it was less than nine o'clock. He didn't see anyone from the backstage lounge. He wanted to wait, but he heard singing in the recording hall. He followed the sound and saw that in addition to the staff in the empty recording hall, there were many contestants watching in the audience, so he walked over.

Some staff verified his identity and asked him to go there directly.

About a dozen contestants, their eyes were gathered on the sweet girl singing on the stage. Zhang Yang's arrival did not attract anyone's attention. Several people glanced at him and quickly withdrew their gaze.

The girl on the stage looks about the same age as Zhang Yang, wearing a white dress, pure and lovely, and has a sweet voice.

Zhang Yang didn't care at first, but after looking at it for a while, he realized that the girl was actually very beautiful. She just looked at Lin Yiran all day long and saw that the beauty was far less amazing than before. In this way, she directly caused herself to lose a great pleasure in life.

As expected, beauty is in trouble, and the ancients are really not bullying me!

He thought so, after the girl on the stage sang the song, he heard someone shouting, "Zhang Yang? Has Zhang Yang been?"

"I am here."

Zhang Yang immediately raised his hand and saw a slightly fat girl with a work sign walking into the passage. He followed the reputation and waved to him, saying, "Come with me and hold the guitar."

Qilin TV is in Beijing, where it is a studio for rent. The space is not large. Zhang Yang followed the selection of the management and soon came to a room. She knocked on the door, then opened it, and said to her inside: "Director Xia, Zhang Yang has arrived."

Then he turned his head and signaled to Zhang Yang to go in.

Zhang Yang thought it would be "Lin Yiran's mother's friend" that he had met once that day. When he walked in, he saw two men and two women sitting around the coffee table. When he saw Zhang Yang coming in, the man sitting casually waved his hand and signaled the other three to go out, and then made a gesture to ask Zhang Yang to sit down.

"Hello Director Xia."

Zhang Yang greeted him according to the name he had just heard, sat down with a guitar, the other party poured tea for him, and said, "I will introduce myself. My surname is Xia, with a single name and a word. He is currently the music director of "Summer League". I want to confirm that the lyrics and music of "Sunny Day" are all original works of you?"

Zhang Yang took off half a cup of tea, then put it down, nodded and responded: "Yes."

"Are you, your deskmate, original?"

"yes."

"Have the music score of "Sunny Day" brought it?"

Zhang Yang took out the handwritten music that had been prepared from his pocket, spread it out, and handed it over. When Xia Hai made the first move, he had already pulled a few tissues and wiped his hands. Then he shook his hands and took it over.

Zhang Yang carefully observed the expression of Director Xia. Seeing that his eyebrows were raised, he looked a little surprised. Obviously, he didn't expect that he would take out such a complete music score, and then he looked at it with a focused expression and sometimes thoughtful look.

Zhang Yang did not copy the complete music score, mainly in terms of orchestration. He only wrote acoustic guitars, electric guitars, organs, drums and bass.

Xia Hai held the music score in one hand and placed the other on his knee, and tapped it several times from time to time, and hummed with a "drip~drip~drip~drip~drip~drip~drip~drip~drip~drip~drip~drip~drip~drip~drip~drip~drip~drip~drip~drip~drip~drip~drip~d
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