Chapter 8 That, I'm Afraid of Waste, So

The streets of Hengdian are noisy.

People are ugly sometimes.

An Xiao naturally would not admit this word.

But she left the house anyway.

Of course, when she stepped out of the house, she stomped her feet in hatred.

The sun is still bright.

She hates.

Hate yourself for not being able to live up to your expectations.

Now a casual ordinary person can bully her!

what is this?

How could she accept this?

She can't take it.

But……

She finally succumbed to reality.

She didn't believe in Lu Yuan, a stranger, but she believed in Wang Jinxue.

At least, Wang Jinxue wouldn't lie to her.

At least, that "To Alice" won't lie to her.

Maybe life is a gamble, if you win you make money, if you lose the gamble...

Just run some legs.

no big deal.

……………………

"Do you have a pen and paper?"

"doing what?"

"Write songs."

"Can you really write?"

"can."

"No need to brew?"

"Brilliant people don't need brewing."

"Ha ha."

Lu Yuan's appearance was very arrogant, but Wang Jinxue couldn't suppress Lu Yuan's arrogant arrogance for a while.

No one has ever used the word brilliant to describe himself.

This looks like bragging no matter what.

Wang Jinxue could only mock Lu Yuan with the word hehe to show his disdain.

But Wang Jinxue finally returned to his Lamborghini and brought a pen and a notebook.

The book has a faint scent.

It's the smell of orchids.

Lu Yuan took the notebook and touched it with his hand.

Feels good.

"If it's a draft, don't draft it in a notebook."

"I don't do drafts."

"Write it directly?"

"Yes."

"you sure?"

"The talented people don't need to write drafts, and at most write a few typos." Lu Yuan showed his arrogant expression just now.

"An Xiao needs a good song, it's not a joke, it's not a joke with you!" Wang Jinxue's face was slightly cold.

She felt that Lu Yuan was fooling around.

Writing a song has never been easier.

This process may be lengthy.

And it takes a lot of inspiration.

She does see many talented creators, but they never happen overnight.

accumulation.

Yes, it takes a lot of accumulation, some need experience, some need years.

"My expression is serious, I'm not joking."

"Then I'll wait and see." Wang Jinxue crossed his arms and looked at Lu Yuan coldly.

"Um."

Lu Yuan picked up the pen and wrote on the first page of the book.

Wang Jinxue looked down at Lu Yuan's hand.

Lu Yuan's speed was very fast, and it didn't look like he was composing lyrics, but copying them.

As for the spelling, it's really bad.

Wang Jinxue recognized it for a long time, but she didn't recognize the word for a while.

Is this the word a talented creator should have?

Just kidding!

The expression on Wang Jinxue's face became even colder.

About three minutes later, Lu Yuan finished writing a page and waved his hand with a sigh of relief.

It's been a long time since I wrote anything, and Lu Yuan is not used to it.

"Written?"

"Um."

"So soon?" Wang Jinxue deeply suppressed the displeasure in her heart.

Four minutes!

It only took Lu Yuan four minutes from picking up the pen to writing a song!

Isn't this bullshit!

The lyrics are absolutely messed up.

Wang Jinxue's face was cold, and now she felt that Lu Yuan was completely fooling around.

Lu Yuan's expression seemed to him to be a nonsense expression.

"Look at it." Lu Yuan handed the book to Wang Jinxue, his face was not as arrogant as before, instead he looked a little modest.

Be low-key, low-key.

"Well." Wang Jinxue took the book and glanced at first, but after reading some of the lyrics, his eyes widened, and he stared at Lu Yuan in disbelief, "Is this really written by you?"

"As you can see, I wrote it from the beginning to the end." Lu Yuan touched his hands and looked at the street, a little deep and profound, as if there were many stories hidden.

quietly.

Don't talk, don't say superfluous words!

Now just wait!

Now it's enough to wait for the flowers and applause and that adoring look.

"There are five typos in one song, and, what kind of word is this?" Wang Jinxue pointed to the word, "Are your words written by elementary school students?"

"????"

The adoring gaze in his imagination did not appear, but instead he was speechless.

Lu Yuan said it was very painful.

"The lyrics are not bad, the key is to read the composition."

Lu Yuan looked at Wang Jinxue, but saw that Wang Jinxue's expression suddenly became light.

She didn't seem to care, but her hand held the book firmly.

Looks like a treasure, a little excited.

Lu Yuan glanced slightly at the corner of his mouth, with a smile on his face.

That's a typical lip service.

But the body is honest.

"Crench."

"Your takeout has arrived!"

At this moment, An Xiao opened the door with three takeaways and a pack of "Red Orchid", his voice was rather resentful, and then threw the takeaway on the table in front of Lu Yuan.

"Oh." Lu Yuan nodded and then glanced vigilantly at An Xiao with a gloomy face: "You shouldn't spit in it, right?"

"What! You are saying it again!" When An Xiao heard this sentence, his face changed greatly, and he was about to rush over to fight Lu Yuan.

Is she such an incompetent person?

"Don't, I'm just joking, don't..." Lu Yuan quickly surrendered.

"I'm a quality person, not as dirty as you are!"

"I'm also talented, I'm not dirty!"

"Haha! Now "Red Orchid" has also been delivered, and food has also been bought. When will my song be written?"

"It's written." Lu Yuan picked up the takeout and ate it, and dealt with it casually.

"what?"

"I said the lyrics were written."

"Written? Where is it?"

"It's in Wang Jinxue's hands."

"Really?" An Xiao looked at Wang Jinxue, but saw Wang Jinxue nodded.

Wang Jinxue wasn't always quiet, but at this moment, it was a little abnormal and seemed quite quiet.

After seeing Wang Jinxue's expression, An Xiao felt a little strange in his heart.

It seems to agree.

"Sister Jinxue, show me."

"it is good!"

When Wang Jinxue handed the book to An Xiao, and An Xiao opened the first page of the book, her eyes widened, and then she looked at Lu Yuan like a ghost.

A storm surged in her heart.

She is a singer.

Professional singer.

She can naturally judge which songs are good and which are bad.

The success of a song has a lot to do with the lyrics.

so……

"This, this, this... was it really written by you? Was it really written by me during the few minutes I was shopping outside?"

An Xiao stammered.

And then the shock!

There was only shock on the originally unhappy face.

Yes, only in shock!

She looked at Lu Yuan like a ghost.

"Yes." Lu Yuan nodded.

"You, you, you...you..." An Xiao still stammered, "Then... the score of this song, you..."

"Give me a guitar, and give you a world." Lu Yuan took a bite of the meal, only to think that today's meal was very delicious, especially the chicken legs, which looked very delicious.

"Don't, don't...don't eat..." An Xiao called out subconsciously after seeing Lu Yuan pick up the chicken leg.

"what?"

"This chicken leg is not delicious..."

"Um?"

"Anyway, don't eat it."

"Is there anything you can't eat, really... Could it be poisonous?" Lu Yuan shook his head, picked up the chicken leg and put it in his mouth.

Then chewed.

"Crack."

The sound of broken teeth resounded in the house.

Lu Yuan covered his mouth...

"That... chicken legs have fallen to the ground... I... I'm afraid of wasting..." An Xiao looked at Lu Yuan weakly.

"..." Lu Yuan's face was blue and purple, and he looked very exciting.

I even want to say MMP.