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However, this can also be said to be some kind of habitual behavior.

The video was pulled back, and the program of "Scorching Bloom" was playing on the screen, but Xu Guangling's eyes were floating, and he didn't look at the screen, even his ears were in a state of hearing and not hearing, and at the same time, his thoughts were alive.

For a young girl, whether it is feelings or singing skills, there is no need to be demanding, there is no need for this, and there is not much meaning.

Both of these can be beneficial in the future, and time will change everything.

So what Xu Guangling thought about was just his voice.

There was a phone call before, but at that time, Xu Guangling didn't care about Zhou Lanlan's voice, and now there is only such a song, Xu Guangling's evaluation is okay, but such an evaluation cannot be called fair, since the little girl has asked him to be "serious", he can't take it too seriously.

Yang Yuying "Tell You Gently" and "Falling Flowers"

Meng Tingwei "Are You Laughing When You Listen to the Sea" and "Through the Moon Full of Flowers"

Faye Wong "Sky" and "Only Myself"

Chen Rui "White Fox" and "Dream Drunk West Building"

Wang Zheng "We Are All Good Boys" "To You"

Tong Li "Fireworks March" and "Jiangnan"

Liang Jingru "Love How Much I Love" and "Applause"

Qingguan "Lan Ruo Ci" and "Moonrise"

"Just Because of You" and "Empty Mountain Remembering the Rain"

Shuangsheng "Rotten Grass for Fireflies" and "Big Fish"

Xiaoyuan "Onion" and "Wu Niang"

After thinking for a while, he prepared such a song list, and then Xu Guangling sent the music source and accompaniment through the mailbox, and asked Zhou Lanlan to sing each song twice, once with the accompaniment and once a cappella singing. And when he gets this feedback, it should be said, he can make an extremely accurate evaluation.

When he had finished doing this, it was three :twenty.

There are still a hundred minutes before going to Zhang's hometown.

Xu Guangling sat in front of the window, simply immersed in his memory again, and what came to his mind at this time was the song, all the songs he had heard.

Because of his mother's relationship, Xu Guangling has heard all the songs that have been published and distributed in the three places, including the entire Chinese-speaking circle, including music, that have been published and distributed with a circulation of more than 1,000. Of course, it should be limited to seven years ago.

At this time, those songs echoed in Xu Guangling's mind one by one, from song to song.

One by one, the notes floated in the sky of his thoughts.

Music was originally one of Xu Guangling's main immersions and hobbies in his childhood, and at this time, thanks to his spirit and memory, all of this allowed him to cross time and space, beyond the limit of simple imagination, and come to the palace of music as if it were real.

This immersion, time is forgotten.

has experience, so Xu Guangling set the alarm clock early, and when the alarm clock rang and Xu Guangling gathered his thoughts and stood up, he was thinking about whether it was necessary to build a music studio.

Because just over an hour, there are already countless musical phrases born in his mind.

This is also something that can be imagined. ——

Walking by the sea, between the ebb and flow of the tide, how can there be no seashells.

In the evening, Zhang's hometown, in the study.

A piece of pine slices the size of a business card is steamed, giving off the smell of pine, but also an invisible mist that cannot be seen, touched, or smelled. And smelling the smell of rosin in his nose, Xu Guangling suddenly wondered, can you mix those kinds of wood to make incense pieces?

For one, this pine flake is not an ideal carrier of the fog.

Of the two, this rosin is also a bit too miscellaneous, and under the analysis of Shennongjue, its score is not ideal.

So, mixed incense tablets, can you try it?

Night, in the park.

Sitting quietly on the bench, Xu Guangling's eyes were slightly closed, and his body and mind were quiet.

The state enters quickly.

That is, after Xu Guangling sat down for three or five minutes, the entire park gradually "blurred", and wisps of fog appeared in the park, wrapping the entire park. I don't know if it's Xu Guangling's illusion, he feels that this fog seems to be slightly thinner than a few days ago or at the beginning?

But this feeling was very slight, Xu Guangling didn't care, and at this moment, he was not allowed to care about anything else. Thoughts fluctuate, and even when there are thoughts, the state must quit, which has been a situation he has experienced many times.

From the body to the mind, from the inside to the outside, the whole world is quiet.

Only the wisps of mist ripple slightly between the heavens and the earth, just like the aquatic plants in the lake, as if they are still in the still current. And in Xu Guangling's feeling, he himself is gradually transforming into a lake.

The fog swirls around the lake.

Slowly, I don't know when, the fog turned into droplets, the droplets turned into rain, and a light rain began to fall in this small world.

Bit by bit of raindrops, dripping on the surface of the still water lake, if the notes, if the sky, large and small ripples spread, a quiet but beautiful scene spreads, as if spring is coming, all over the mountains, countless flowers and plants are in full bloom.

Xu Guangling was immersed in the silence and beauty of this area.

Consciousness is faint, if there is nothing, it seems that it can be like this until eternity.

But of course, this is just "seemingly", I don't know how long it took, Xu Guangling woke up from a dream, the sky and the earth shook slightly, and for a moment, the previous state was gone. His body and mind were still quiet, but the lake or something, the fog or something, the light rain or something, all passed away like the wind, leaving no trace.

The next morning, in my sleep, the scene of "clouds gathering, spring thunder" was staged again, and the second node of the nine nodes was rushed away again.

At noon, Xu Guangling received a call from the logistics again, and the materials sent by Dasha Jiagongzi had arrived.

There has already been a specific operation, Xu Guangling this time is completely orderly, the venue, utensils, processes, etc., are all the same as last time, this does not need to be considered, the only difference from the last time is that last time, Xu Guangling is everything according to the dream.

And this time, with Shennong's recipe in hand, he can already make his own decisions.

Before the vermicelli was made, the functions of ginseng, potato flour, and wild yam, these three materials, were reflected in Xu Guangling's mind in detail, and then from single ingredients to mixing, because there was an ultimate goal as a reference, even if it was just the ratio of the three materials, Xu Guangling still gained a lot of experience.

In fact, he is now a blank slate in this regard, and any experience is an experience for him.

And after several experiments, Xu Guangling finally affirmed that this time, he can finally make "perfect-grade" vermicelli, just like the one shown in the dream.

Of course, the results still need to be verified.

This night, Xu Guangling did not go to the park.

Then the next day, whether it was day or night, there was no scene of "Spring Thunder", and of course, the third node or something was naturally floating clouds. Although it is not 100% certain that it is the fog that affects all this, it is actually about the same.

As long as you switch back and forth a few times between going, not going, going, not going, and the result is actually obvious.

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