Hu Yang stretched his waist and cleaned up the mess of manuscript paper on the table.

It's not easy, Hu Yang couldn't help but think as he looked at the stack of such thick manuscript paper in his hand.

At the same time, I admire Mike even more in my heart.

After taking a comfortable hot bath, he continued to return to the study and began to write the song he had sung to the Teaching and Education Department and Qiao Run.

This one is relatively simple.

Because Populus euphratica is familiar with it, and there was a period of time in a previous life that was almost infinitely looping.

So it only took less than an hour to compose the lyrics and songs completely, and it was completely in line with the music theory of this world.

The next day was less than six o'clock, and the figure of Hu Yang was on the playground track of the campus.

Yesterday, he couldn't get up at all because he stayed up late.

At six o'clock in late autumn, the sky was still as dark as ink, and it was not bright at all.

Rongcheng, deep in the southwest, is more than an hour slower than the capital, and it is even more impossible for the sunlight to come in like this.

Of course, this is a campus playground, so there is no need to worry about safety.

However, when the sky began to brighten up, the playground began to have more students.

At this point, Hu Yang knew it was time for him to go home.

.......

At eight o'clock, Hu Yang said something to Xiao Xiaoxiao and drove out.

He's going to the Tianfu Conservatory of Music.

In addition to recording songs, I haven't been there in almost eight years.

Don't dare to go!

Because Song Wenxian graduated from the Dance School of the Conservatory of Music of the Kingdom of Abundance.

It's the same here as the central tone.

Left too many of their footprints.

In the past, even if Hu Yang returned to Rongcheng, he was reluctant to set foot here, he was escaping.

Fear at the end of reminiscing about the good old days forms a strong contrast with the loneliness of reality.

Now he decided to revisit the path they had walked together in Rongcheng.

Then Tianfu Conservatory of Music is naturally one of the most important places among them.

Populus euphratica stands at the gate of the academy, eight years have passed, it has not changed, it is still as new as ever.

The memories of eight years ago overlapped with the present.

I thought of the young and lively girl who stood here and proudly introduced her alma mater to herself.

A smile appeared on the corner of Populus's mouth.

Through the tall school gate, Poplar walks on the spacious concrete road.

On a stone in front of it is written the word "fenying".

It should be to motivate students to fly high.

It's class time, and it's only around 9 o'clock, so there are fewer students on the school road.

But that didn't affect him.

Compared to the thin and small in the past, the trees are now very thick.

Hu Yang stretched out his hand and touched the trunk of the tree next to him, feeling the roughness coming from above, and he knew that a long time had passed.

He didn't break the sadness here, but continued to move forward.

The huge library stands on the right-hand side of the school road, as if the library of every university is built in the most prominent part of the school.

He thought about it but shook his head and didn't go in.

Walk slowly along the school road to the pavilion on the edge of the small lake.

Populus sat down silently and looked at the dense lawn not far away.

He rested his hand on the railing, his chin resting on his arm, staring blankly.

Tianfu Conservatory of Music has become more beautiful, and the hardware facilities seem to have become better.

However, these are not Hu Yang's considerations, he is only here to look for traces of walking with his wife.

It's just a good thing to stay here.

The place in front of you is the favorite place for the two of them.

Sitting back to back on the grass, chatting about the future that belongs to the two of them.

When she was happy, Hu Yang was singing, and she looked at him with admiration with the beat.

He also looked at her with a happy face.

This little meadow gave him very different memories.

Here, the two of them lay together on the grass, she pillowed her arms, gently hugged herself, and looked at the stars every day.

Everything is so romantic.

Sometimes she practices a new dance and happily dances it for poplars.

Her hair flowed with her movements, and the scent of her hair made her dance even more beautiful.

At that time, I often skipped class and flew here, which made the tutor feel that he hated iron but not steel.

I often called my father-in-law and asked him to call him back.

In this case, Song Xuanzhe always reprimanded Hu Yang with a cold face and asked him to complete his studies well.

And Song Wenxian always covered her mouth and snickered on the side, but in the end she would be coquettish to her father.

Say there's no next time.

Then it was her turn to fly to the capital to find Populus euphratica, and she didn't see her go home once a month.

In the end, the old man did not compromise.

Because of the previous poplar flying to Rongcheng, Song Wenxian went home every once in a while to eat and sleep.

After he didn't let Hu Yang skip class and come to Rongcheng, his daughter began to skip class to find Hu Yang.

After thinking about it again, Song Xuanzhe wanted to make his daughter feel better in the future, so as not to let Hu Yang look down on her.

Populus euphratica is allowed to come to Rongcheng twice a month.

Thinking of the old president, the corners of Hu Yang's mouth showed a smile again.

It wasn't until the bell rang for the end of class that poplar Hu Yang, who was immersed in memories, woke up.

Students began to come out of the teaching buildings on both sides, and the number of people in the school road gradually increased.

And he saw a few people and students walking towards the gazebo with books in their arms.

Seeing this, Hu Yang thought about it, put on his sunglasses and got up to leave.

He walked back to the road he had just come from, to the auditorium.

Although he didn't study here, like Yangyin, he knows everything here.

By the time Hu Yang got there, the students who were supposed to leave had basically finished.

The rest of those who walked slowly, many of them were couples holding hands and talking sweet love words.

Not far from the auditorium is the piano room building, and you can listen to the familiar sound of musical instruments coming from inside.

Hu Yang smiled.

Auditoriums are usually closed, and today is no exception.

But who is Populus euphratica? In the first place, in order to be able to get in and out of the place, it was to please many people.

The person who guards the performance hall is also the object of his "bribe", just because a certain Song Wenxian wants to participate in a dance performance, Hu Yang asked her to come to the performance hall to practice.

"Sister Hua, I didn't expect you to be here. Hu Yang smiled when he saw the woman with black hair who couldn't hide the white hair.

Seeing Populus Hu who took off her sunglasses, Sister Hua was stunned in surprise.

"Xiao Yang, why are you here?" said and habitually glanced behind Hu Yang.

But soon remembered something, and showed a hint of apology.

"Miss Sister Hua, can't you?" Hu Yang quipped with a smile.

It's rare to meet old acquaintances, and Populus euphratica has become a little different.

"Phew, I've heard you say this 800 times, and every time I say it, I want to borrow the auditorium. She remembered that when Hu Yang came to tell her this before, she finally asked if it was inconvenient for Fang to use the performance hall.

However, unlike in the past, Sister Hua's smile is even brighter.