On the third floor of the physics dormitory building, 306 and the dormitory 309 next to it are tightly closed.

In the 309 dormitory, Fu Wenyao and a few friends from his band looked serious as if they were having a combat meeting.

"Teenager...... Juvenile...... What should a song that is very young be like?" Fu Wenyao frowned.

"Campus ballads. The black bear drummer held up one of his turnip-like fingers.

"Hmm......" Fu Wenyao's eyes lit up.

yes, campus ballads.

When it comes to campus, I think of the ballad, that pure, fresh feeling.

"When it comes to ballads, it's definitely guitar. Fu Wenyao picked up the guitar next to him, plucked it a few times, and then flicked his fingers slightly.

A soothing melody sounds.

"Hmm, fresh, slow, juvenile feeling ......"

"And the harmonica. The keyboardist turned to rummage through his bag and pulled out a folk harmonica.

The sound of the clear harmonica sounded, and the feeling of freshness was even more obvious.

"Drums?" the black bear drummer clapped his thighs.

"You don't need drums, you just need to play boards. Fu Wenyao patted the guitar gently.

"Hmm......" The black bear spirit's eyes lit up: "Sandhammer!"

He shook his head, mimicking the sound of a brush with his mouth, as if he were shaking a sandhammer.

"Triangle!" the rhythm guitarist flicked his fingers on the metal bedpost, and some long nails scraped against the bedpost, and there was a soft "clang" sound.

Several people have been working together for several months, and with these few words, there is already a tacit understanding.

With such a simple close, the eyes of several people lit up.

That's right, that's how I want it to feel!

Melody...... Melody......

In this world, there are many ways to write songs, and for music practitioners, writing songs is a job, something that must be completed, and they will use many techniques, techniques, and even routines to write songs.

But for Fu Wenyao and the non-white-and-black band, writing songs is actually a pleasure.

They don't have the pressure of creative output, and sometimes they don't need so many techniques, so many utilitarian benefits.

Their musical literacy and accumulation will naturally flow out and turn into melody.

At least, that's how the first phrase of a song, the first phrase, often comes from.

And this first phrase often constitutes the theme and motive of a song, and on its basis, it begins to expand, expand, interpret, and echo...... That's technique and skill.

"Melody...... The melody ......" Fu Wenyao played the guitar, "No, this is too complicated...... It's simple......"

"Close, close......"

"Hmm, one more ......"

Bouncing like this, Fu Wenyao suddenly saw a shadow flickering in front of the crack in the door.

Fu Wenyao kicked the black bear spirit drummer next to him and raised his chin against the door.

The black bear tiptoed to the door and grabbed the doorknob.

Then he slammed it away.

"Wow!" a man turned and ran.

"Bastard! Came to eavesdrop on us writing songs! Don't run if you have the guts!"

The black bear spirit drummer was so angry that he was jumping around in the hallway, making the hallway feel like it was shaking.

"If you have the ability, you can also come and listen to us write songs!" Wang Haixia was not ashamed but proud, standing at the door of his bedroom with his waist crossed, in order to protect Xiaobai, I will spare no effort!

"You wait, we will definitely snatch Teacher Xiaobai over!" The black bear spirit continued to ravage the floor on the third floor.

"Let's go!" Fu Wenyao walked out with his guitar on his back, "Let's go to the rehearsal room!

A group of people carried guitars and harmonicas and hurried away.

"Are they leaving?" Zhou Xianting said with wide eyes as he watched Fu Wenyao and the others leave.

"Gone......"

"Great, let's start preparing!" Zhou Xianting quickly closed the door, and then Zhao Mo next to him directly sealed the crack of the door with soundproof cotton.

Gu Xiaobai looked at the three of them with a blank expression, "What are you doing?"

"Of course it's a secret operation!"

"Shhhhh

"Aren't they gone?"

"The soldiers are not tired of cheating, God knows if they left spies behind! Zhao Mo!"

Zhao Mo took out an object, swept the whole house, and then made an OK posture.

"Okay, no bugging!"

After confirming that there was no eavesdropping, Wang Haixia was obviously relieved, and he crossed his waist and said: "Xiaobai, you must know that I, Xiaoxia, have never done anything sorry for you!"

Gu Xiaobai said: "Yes, last time you asked you to help me buy a cabbage and pork dumpling, but you bought the celery and pork stuffing that I hate the most; last time my father brought a sheep crutch, obviously only gave you two, but you secretly ate four; last time you secretly took a photo of me drooling while I was sleeping and posted it on the Internet; you also used up my shampoo and filled it with shower gel......"

Wang Haixia: "......"

Phew, why would I say such a thing to someone with a memory palace!

And, why would you want to use a memory palace for this kind of place!

"Stop!" Wang Haixia said, "I mean, the reason why I made a bet with Brother Yao is because I am sure of winning!"

"Well, you will win!" Zhou Xianting nodded.

"Huh, you will win?" Gu Xiaobai was at a loss.

"Brother Yao thinks that playing a guitar and a harmonica is even a young man, he is too naïve!" Wang Haixia laughed.

"The real youth, of course, is ......" Speaking of this, Wang Haixia pouted, "woo", and a loud whistle sounded, "Of course it's a whistle!"

Whistling? Gu Xiaobai's eyes widened.

"That's right, whistle!" Zhou Xianting grinned, his upper teeth exposed, and he half-bit his lower lip, "squeak", and a loud whistle sounded.

Hey, Gu Xiaobai's eyes were about to reach a third of the size of his eyes.

Next to him, Zhao Mo stretched out two fingers, put them on the tip of his tongue, and blew hard.

"Squeak!"

Gu Xiaobai's eyes had already taken up half of his face.

"The four of us whistled on stage, what effect do you think it will be?" Wang Haixia's eyes were shining.

Gu Xiaobai thought about it carefully, really!

Four teenagers, carrying school bags, hooking shoulders and whistling, walked on the road to the campus.

A breeze blew, blowing the corners of the boy's clothes and the ends of the boy's hair......

Ah, the feeling of youth!

"That...... I have a melody, Xiaobai, can you listen to it......" Zhou Xianting grinned, "When I was in high school, I wrote it when I was studying ukulele...... I thought it sounded good at the time......"

Zhou Xianting bared his upper teeth, like a rabbit, and looked a little funny.

He shifted his tongue and controlled the tone of his voice, blowing out a simple melody.

Soothing, fresh, and good-sounding!

After Gu Xiaobai heard this, his eyes lit up.

This melody is good!

Next door to 306, a classmate of Gu Xiaobai held a huge rice bowl and covered it on the wall.

He listened for a while, then took out his phone and sent a message.

Over there, Fu Wenyao took out his mobile phone and glanced at it, revealing a strange look.

"They...... Whistling?"

"Whistle?!" the others were shocked.

Can it still be like this?!

"Lose...... Lost ......" the black bear spirit looked depressed.

"No, I haven't lost yet!" Fu Wenyao clenched his fists.

You can't lose!

You don't see it

Counting, I still owe thirty chapters of September......

There seems to be another chapter in Jianzhu, so I'll return it first......

ORZ......