"Where?"

"That's, that's, it's big, the one who doesn't have my parents with me!"

"The team committee! can you be a team committee member at such a young age?"

"Dongou City's city-wide champions have been won, the team committee is a fart......"

I don't know who leaked the news of hunger, but in the middle of the piano class in the evening, Lin Miao was surrounded by the parents of other interest classes who rushed to hear the news. The corridor outside the classroom is really three floors inside and three floors outside, crowded like a vegetable market. Even if Zhong Chuhui closed the door, those parents who were curious about the prodigy still gathered outside the window and refused to leave. Pointing at Lin Miao, talking and laughing, Lin Miao felt like being locked in a cage in the zoo and accepting tourists.

Encountering this kind of onlookers, of course Lin Miao couldn't interact with others excitedly, after all, he was not a monkey from Mount Emei.

He could only pretend not to see it, and did his own scale exercises. It's a pity that I didn't practice the piano for a week, and my technique did not advance but regressed, and I played the piano like in the early days of Parkinson's, and my hand became more and more severe......

At half past seven, today's Parkinson's class ended.

Under the cover of Zhong Chuhui, Lin Miao walked through the crowded crowd outside the house, and finally got out of the door of the Children's Palace.

Zhong Chuhui put down the fluttering Lin Miao and asked with a look of pity, "When will your mother pick you up?"

Lin Miao shook her head and replied pretending to be pitiful: "I'll walk back by myself, Baba and Ma Ma are very busy, I will walk home by myself in the future." ”

"Huh?" Zhong Chuhui let out an exclamation, and she glanced into the distance of Hubin Road.

The distance of this road is so dark, so quiet, so terrifying, not to mention such a young child, and she is an adult who walks alone on such a night road and is frightened......

"Do you want the teacher to send you back?" Zhong Chuhui's mother's love was overflowing.

"No, thank you, teacher. Goodbye, teacher. Lin Miao waved at her, turned around and left.

Zhong Chuhui looked at Lin Miao's young back and faintly felt distressed.

This kid really ......

Hand crippled Zhijian......

Under the gaze of Zhong Chuhui's motherly eyes, Lin Miao walked forward for about two or three hundred meters, and finally walked out of Zhong Chuhui's line of sight. When he walked to the middle of Hubin Road, Lin Miao suddenly changed the route home, turned a corner, and walked into Oucheng Road, which was full of people and thousands of lights. It is said that he was also afraid at the far end of Lakeside Road, and after walking a few night roads, he was completely frightened by the large wild dogs that suddenly jumped out a few times. God knows if those wild dogs have anything wrong with him as a little bunny. And it's not just dogs, in that kind of black-lit and sparsely populated place, people with bad intentions are even more terrible!

After considering it all in this way, Lin Miao felt that even if it took five or six more minutes to go home, it would be worth it.

Walking into the crowded city center of the city center, Lin Miao's mood immediately relaxed a lot.

Before 8 o'clock, all the shoes and clothing stores on the side of the road were open, and the sound of all kinds of "New Year's Jumping Clearance Sale" was boiling, more lively than during the day, and there were all kinds of nostalgic old songs for Lin Miao in the big speakers outside the store, which made Lin Miao feel the sense of crossing brought by rebirth, and he was so moved that he almost wanted to cry.

"Sister, you sit on the bow of the boat, brother, I walk on the shore, love and love the rope swinging slowly......" After coming to the entertainment industry, the drug team is still innocent this year, and the song "Slender Man's Love" is popular all over the country.

Lin Miao hummed and slowed down.

Then as I sang and sang, an idea popped into my head.

How about someone copying a song?

Anyway, now that I'm famous, and I have Lao Lin's relationship within the system, as long as I can hum the tune, there must be professionals who can help me make the finished product! Just like the daughter of the diva and the old rock fairy, I heard that I don't even know the stave, so don't you just hum and make your own album? Damn, you can do it, I can do it! Who doesn't know how to hum?

As soon as Lin Miao thought about it, her brain immediately turned actively.

So now the question is, who should the widow hum?

Well...... Those who were popular before 2000 should not be able to copy, God knows when their songs were written, in case of a crash, the widow will definitely be ruined, and you can't joke about the future. Zhou Huajian, Zhang Xinzhe, and Ren Xianqi all say goodbye......

So why don't you start with the world-famous square style, what's wrong with "Little Apple......"? Forget it, those two older boys are a lot of old people to get out of the way, it's not easy to say, if the widow cuts off their back road now, it's too hurtful, in case of doing bad things and being struck by lightning, it's not good, if you want to copy it, you should copy it, you should copy it, he's a genius, and it's impossible to make him hurt his muscles and bones by plagiarizing one or two of his works, but then again, what are the lyrics of Tangled Lun......'s songs? Damn, no accompaniment, no matter how popular the song is, I can't remember it......

So what else? Love songs are definitely not good, even if they are written, they definitely don't need to publish them in their own name, and then blame Lao Lin...... No, Lao Lin is having a hard time mixing up with the Writers' Association now, and if he gets mixed up with the Music Association or something, when the time comes, a lie will be fulfilled with a hundred lies, and the two of them will really not be able to turn back in the future......

Lin Miao's music memory library originally had few songs, and he could sing the whole from beginning to end, and it was less than 100 capitals, and then he deleted it like this, and Lin Miao finally found that he had no songs to copy......

A mountain of gold is in front of you, but you don't know where to dig it.

Depressed, melancholy, broken eggs......

"Alas, forget it, I have a specialization in art, so let's continue to do my writing work...... Who said that a prodigy has to develop morally, intellectually, physically, aesthetically, and laboriously in an all-round way, anyway, my hand handicap has long been known, what kind of music is foolish? Doesn't matter...... I don't care~" Lin Miao couldn't help but sing it again, but after singing twice, she didn't know how to sing later......

And then again, what's the recent habit of singing when you don't agree with a word?

"The Legend of the New White Lady" Xu Xian is possessed?

Ahh

No, no, no, I can't mess with memories anymore, and if it goes on like this, the music dream of the widow is about to move again......

Lin Miao thought crankily all the way, and walked home along the route from Oucheng Road to Qinlao Road to Xicheng Street, it was already 8 o'clock in the evening.

Back home, Jiang Ping was nesting on the sofa watching the TV series intently, while Lao Lin didn't know where to go as usual, and he didn't know whether he was in a dance hall or a hotel.

Lin Miao changed into slippers and shouted, "Mom, I'm back." ”

Jiang Ping: "Hmm. ”

Lin Miao shouted again: "Mother, I'm hungry." ”

Jiang Ping: "Hmm. ”

Lin Miao: "Huang Eniang, forget it......"

Jiang Ping: "What are you doing?"

"It's nothing, I'm going to lose weight. Lin Miao was so hungry that she was incoherent, and walked in front of Jiang Ping speechlessly and came to the balcony.

He looked up at the clean night sky of this era, and even if he was in the city, he could see the bright stars.

There is no moon today, and the stars are shining.

Lin Miao stared at the starry sky and couldn't help but want to chant a poem she had written: "Ah, the stars in the sky...... Tears, the flowers on the ground wither, insects flying, insects flying, who are you missing?"

After chanting, I couldn't help but write on the spot.

After being stunned for a long time, Lin Miao gently patted her head, looked at the starry sky and said, "Teacher leather pants, I seem to have found my music dream again......"