Yang Jingxing's character impression was already hopeless. He Peiyuan had to turn aside to look at the things he handed over, showing a high sense of precaution.

Who cares? Yang Jingxing closed the suitcase and tore off the shipping label to carry it upstairs.

"Stop!" He Peiyuan was delicate and strict. She blocked her boyfriend's view with the open cover to prevent the contents from being leaked. She once again warned the scoundrel with her eyes, and then she began to read the secrets deeply.

It's so boring to stand around like this, Yang Jingxing said: "Please sit down."

He Peiyuan is also quite familiar with this room, and she can point her slippers in the general direction without moving her eyes. But what is embarrassing is that she has been engaged in professional music for more than ten years, and she still has to move her lips when reading music, and even has to stop dragging her legs.

Think about the actions.

Yang Jingxing was afraid that his girlfriend would sit on the ground and help her to turn around: "Don't be too obsessed."

He Peiyuan didn't even raise her eyes.

Yang Jingxing sat still again.

The girl put her knees together and held the lower edge of the document with both hands. She muttered something on her lips but her eyes didn't move very fast. She still looked serious. After looking at it for a minute, the girl gradually frowned, her thin lips seemed to pause for a few times, and finally turned her face to look.

A look at my boyfriend,

Yang Jingxing smiled with me.

The girl seemed interested in returning the gift, but turned her attention back before she even raised the corners of her mouth.

At least he didn't roll his eyes in disgust, so Yang Jingxing moved his buttocks closer and tilted his head to take a look. Although he hadn't written by hand for a long time, the tadpoles on this page of twelve lines of musical notation were still quite neatly drawn with appropriate density.

As for the Chinese characters between the lines, he never wrote them very well anyway.

He Peiyuan didn't care about anyone leaning against her. She turned the page. After turning half a page, she put it down and looked back. She chose to press the metal clip to pop up, pulled out the first page and took another serious look at it, then she bowed her waist and placed it on the coffee table.

Yang Jingxing whispered: "I listen to the submissions, and 90% of them can be used if I can listen to them for one minute."

Is He Peiyuan such a fool? She looked at the second page and then stretched her neck to look at the coffee table. She suddenly said softly with a distracted look: "I still need to listen to the submissions, what the apprentices do." Her tone was careless and gentle.

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Yang Jingxing responded with pride: "That's why I never forget my roots and don't break away from the masses."

He Peiyuan was too lazy to answer.

At eleven o'clock at noon, the spring sunshine was just able to shine into the house through the half-open floor-to-ceiling curtain windows on the upper and lower floors. The rhombus-shaped rays of light shone from the double sofa near the window to the TV wall. On the three-person seat, the girl

Sitting upright and concentrating on looking at something, the man half hugged and half hugged his girlfriend, like an admirer who took advantage of her figure.

On the second page of music, He Peiyuan hadn't turned the page for two minutes, and her frown became more and more obvious, probably because the density of the tadpoles and square characters had increased. She probably also discovered the way of writing songs, so she might as well take a glance at the second page of music.

Three pages. The third page was still full, so I gritted my teeth and turned another corner. I saw hope. There was only half of the fourth page. If you can hold on, keep going! He Peiyuan not only moved her lips but also started to tap her chin in time. She

This pointed chin is really amazing, and his smile comes out of the blue.

Yang Jingxing also laughed.

The girl first smiled so much that her gums were exposed, she squinted her eyes and shortened her neck, then she made a heying sound, and then looked at her boyfriend through the slits between her eyes, and then tried to smile without showing her teeth.

Yang Jingxing smelled his girlfriend's hair.

He Peiyuan took her feet out of the slippers and tried to put them on the coffee table. She probably put them too far away when doing toilet work, so she had to bend a pair of off-white cotton socks with orange-red cuffs back onto the sofa, but her body became even more tilted.

She had a boyfriend, forget it, she might as well kiss him back, but she just continued to read the score briefly, and soon became stern and unsmiling.

Yang Jingxing didn't keep staring at the girl. He seemed to be thinking about something while looking at the sunlight on the wall in front of him.

After another minute, the girl gently dropped the second page of music paper on the coffee table, then used three fingers to separate and bend the third and fourth pages to look at the fifth page. The fifth page had no words, and it was an ensemble.

Although the score is not clearly stated, the performer should be able to tell at a glance that they are piano and sanxian respectively. The composer even drew the extra lines so standardly.

After roughly scanning a few lines of the ensemble, He Peiyuan turned back to read the third page of the music score. She took a hand to tuck the hair that had just been attacked by her left ear, and then bent her calves to her chest, holding her knees with her arms while reading.

It seemed very comfortable, and then seeing that my boyfriend hadn’t found anything yet, he gently agreed: “A hug.”

If you want to hug me, just hug your shoulders tightly.

He Peiyuan shook her butt to make herself sink more firmly into the sofa, and continued to the third page. She read it without saying a word for two minutes. After reading it, she took it out and prepared to put it on the coffee table again. She took the time to kiss her boyfriend again.

The fourth page was faster. The girl only looked at it for a minute before taking it out of the folder. She held it in her hand as if she was going to use it as a fan. She then looked at the ensemble score at the back, but she still only glanced at it a few times.

First, I put the four pages of music scores back into the correct order, stacked them gently, looked at my boyfriend, and blinked, as if he wanted to comment cautiously and strictly.

Yang Jingxing was calm, half-smiling but not smiling: "Do you like it?"

It seemed that it was not easy to say. He Peiyuan held the folder with only the ensemble score left and considered it. While thinking about it, she turned around and sat with her back to her boyfriend, then lay back.

Now that I have become proficient, I have grasped the distance just right, my neck is resting on my boyfriend's lap, I observe from the bottom up, and add an assessment link: "Sing."

Yang Jingxing sneered: "Who do you think I wrote it for?"

He Peiyuan tilted her head towards the TV: "Sing."

Yang Jingxing haha.

He Peiyuan rubbed the sofa cushion with her butt: "You sing!"

Yang Jingxing hummed: "Then when I review the songs, I have to ask the song writer to sing them in front of me?"

He Peiyuan suddenly twisted her whole body, kicking her feet and moving her hands, but a smile bloomed on her face. The smile bloomed so quickly that it was simply distorted. The girl probably knew that her current expression was not very good-looking, so she used a folder to cover it up.

Only half of her little eyes were exposed. After trying unsuccessfully to make a threatening look, she curled up her legs to protect herself and said something that could easily cause misunderstanding: "Please, please husband..."

Yang Jingxing was unmoved: "It's a beautiful thought."

There were these sarcastic words in the lyrics. He Peiyuan was so angry that she twisted and rolled, as if she wanted to use her thin neck to ravage the man's thigh, and shouted: "I want to listen, I want to listen!"

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Sing it yourself."

He Peiyuan was so angry that her body tensed up, then slowly relaxed, and tried her best again with her expression and tone: "Husband, good husband, my favorite husband, Yuanyuan, please."

Yang Jingxing opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, violently saying, "vomit..."

He Peiyuan's sit-ups were as fast as lightning. She sat up, turned around, raised the folder with both hands, and was ready to beat up the scoundrel.

Yang Jingxing was also afraid, so he hid and argued: "Do you understand art or music? This is an unfinished song. What is the most important and critical step?"

"It's you!" He Peiyuan regretted her words and turned her hateful eyes to the music sheet on the table. She had to stop talking.

Yang Jingxing was proud of himself: "I'll wash up and eat first."

He Peiyuan rushed forward and grabbed the rogue's neck: "When was it written?"

Yang Jingxing made an understatement: "In the past few days, I went out on Monday morning to start the idea, started writing it the night before yesterday, and finished the accompaniment last night."

He Peiyuan asked: "Where is the draft?"

"The draft is the final draft." Yang Jingxing said matter-of-factly: "I'll write it after I've thought about it."

He Peiyuan breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought you wouldn't be able to write a song... It's better than nothing."

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Thank you, wife, for your encouragement."

He Peiyuan pursed her lips and raised her fist again: "How do I know if it's good or not if you don't sing? I'm not a producer."

Yang Jingxing also encouraged his girlfriend: "You can learn."

He Peiyuan couldn't wait any longer, she twisted her lips and stared, "Is it better than Lao Qi's!?"

Yang Jingxing: "First of all, a producer cannot look at the work from this perspective."

"I want it, I want it!" He Peiyuan's knees on the sofa were stomping: "Say it!"

Yang Jingxing wanted to train the girl: "What do you think?"

He Peiyuan's expression quickly turned bitter and bitter: "...This song is good!"

Yang Jingxing nodded happily: "Well...but it's not all because of Yuanyuan's beauty and cuteness. I also need to improve myself."

Her face was about to be distorted by the smile again, and He Peiyuan remembered something angry in time: "Only you know this is a love song, you didn't show your full strength at all, at most 50%."

Yang Jingxing looked stunned: "What's the percentage of this song?"

He Peiyuan laughed again: "Five point five!"

Yang Jingxing was moved: "The person in the world who knows my unfathomable talent best is Yuanyuan."

He Peiyuan felt so regretful, embarrassed, and panicked that she had no choice but to rush forward and hug her again, hitting her head a few times: "...Thank you, husband, I know that my husband really loves me."

Yang Jingxing hugged me gently but sounded unhappy: "Do you like me as a person or as a talent?"

"I like my husband..." He Peiyuan made an excuse while beating her: "I just like everything about you."

"Okay." Yang Jingxing picked up his girlfriend from the thigh with one hand: "Go upstairs..."

He Peiyuan struggled violently, but she was not pretending. She managed to escape when she reached the stairs. She ran to get the sheet music and the folder, then came back and declared: "I won't wash it...check if you plagiarized!"

Yang Jingxing provided an idea: "First think of a rough range of objects that may be copied by me and then compare them one by one."

"You're so stinky." He Peiyuan jumped a few steps to catch up with her boyfriend and grabbed her boyfriend, but it was very light: "Then what kind of music style do you think this is?"

Yang Jingxing said profoundly: "A collection of great musical styles."

He Peiyuan made a new gesture of biting her lower lip to show her anger, but she still said something different: "...where did the inspiration come from?"

Yang Jingxing was really annoyed: "You haven't been able to read for a long time?"

He Peiyuan said confidently: "Speak for yourself, let's see if you are distracted."
To be continued...