"Oppa!Come here~"

Cheon Myung-hoon pushed open the door of the composition room and saw Yoona clapping her hands and calling for herself. Coupled with Yun'er's inexplicable excitement, he couldn't help but have an illusion:

He is a pet dog named Oppa raised by Yuna.

"Don't go. ”

Qian Mingxun made an awkward mistake in his heart, of course he would not be obedient. But Yuna's anxious look was cute, and Cheon Myung-hoon leaned sideways against the door frame and looked at her with interest.

To be honest, Cheon Myung-hoon wasn't curious at all, because it was in his dormitory. If Yoona was in the kitchen to greet him, it might have made some dark dishes. But when the scene is changed to a composition room, there is no sense of surprise at all.

Yuna doesn't know how to compose.

Thinking of composing, Cheon Myung-hoon's head began to ache faintly. His interest in creating today has long been consumed. The whole afternoon still had little results, and I don't know how I survived.

At that time, the desire to create was soaring, so no matter how aggrieved the progress was, it didn't feel boring. But now Cheon Myung-hoon doesn't have that kind of mood, he really doesn't want to step into this room of composition for a single step.

No, the subconscious mind has already started to get irritable!

"oppa~ just come over here!"

I don't know what's wrong with Yun'er, but in short, the excitement is abnormal. Seeing Qian Mingxun turn around and leave, he immediately chased him out.

In the end, Cheon Myung-hoon was pressed on the swivel chair in the composition room by Yuna. In order to prevent Cheon Myung-hoon from getting up and leaving, Yoona also sat on his lap and used the weight of her body to suppress it.

As a result, the center of gravity shifted sharply forward, and the chassis of the swivel chair was unstable, and it suddenly leaned forward. Qian Mingxun hurriedly held on to the table next to him, so as to avoid the tragic ending of the two falling to the ground together.

"You called me over in such a hurry just to die with me?" Although Qian Mingxun was blaming Yun'er, his arms hugged her tighter.

Yuna was surprised and didn't talk back, but picked up a piece of manuscript paper from the table and held it up in front of Cheon Myung-hoon.

"Oppa, is this the lyrics?" Although it was blocked by the paper, Yuna's expression could not be seen. But her suppressed excitement could be heard in her voice.

Qian Mingxun took the manuscript paper with one hand and took it a little farther away to see the content on it clearly. Yoona also put her arms around Cheon Myung-hoon's neck to keep her body balanced.

"Well, it was written before. Seeing these familiar words, Cheon Myung-hoon couldn't be clearer about its origin.

Although Yun'a didn't continue to ask, the blinking fawn looked at Qian Mingxun, which already explained her thoughts at the moment.

"That's right, I wrote it with my family in mind. It was rare that Qian Mingxun didn't joke, but generously admitted it.

"I'm satisfied with it this time. Cheon Myung-hoon touched Yuna's head.

"Well, very satisfied. Yuna smiled with what could be called happiness. Although Yoona likes to laugh, she laughs a lot. But such a smile is still rare.

Yuna's cheerful smile has always been Cheon Myung-hoon's greatest comfort. It's something that makes you feel beautiful just thinking about it. Whenever you see it, it has the miraculous effect of purifying the soul.

Yoona smiles happily and a quiet hug. These are the gains of leaving Yuna tonight, and they are already worth it for Cheon Myung-hoon. This whimsical and capricious decision can be said to be very correct.

Of course, it could be more correct!

So Cheon Myung-hoon quickly kissed Yoon-a's face.

Yuna must show it when she is in a good mood. Troublemakers and pranks are one way to go, but that's only a rudimentary overture. If she is around someone close to her, Yuna will start making frequent physical contact.

Yuna tightened her arms and leaned down. buried his head in Cheon Myeong-hoon's neck.

"I want to hear OPPA sing to me. Yun'er's little head arched: "It's okay to just sing one sentence." ”

"Good. ”

Although this song is still very incomplete, it is Cheon Myung-hoon's most precious work. And the meaning of its existence is to sing it to the people in front of you.

It was before the summer vacation this year when they were studying for their final exams, and the two hadn't seen each other since Yoona's birthday. Cheon Myung-hoon's heart missed Yun'a a lot, and he had this song.

Originally, Cheon Myung-hoon was just going to use words to record his sensibility, but he didn't expect that after writing a few sentences, a melody appeared in his mind.

Is this what it feels like to be inspired? It's like walking in the wind. There is no need for any carving, just follow your heart.

Recalling the mood at that moment, Cheon Myung-hoon quickly entered the state. With both hands on the keyboards, you don't have to look to know where to press.

I closed my eyes

Reminds me of you

Bright memories of the past are illuminated by the sun

Warm slices

Walk in the wind

The corners of the clothes flutter in the wind

The road that has been walked hand in hand

I still miss it as much as I did yesterday

The sky was exceptionally clear

You really make me laugh

Remember that day

……

The song came to an abrupt halt here, like an inspiration that had suddenly disappeared at that moment.

Caught off guard and pulled back to reality, it makes people a little panicked.

"I'm not done yet. Cheon Myung-hoon soothed Yuna. "I didn't figure out how to write the rest of the part. ”

"When OPPA is finished, be sure to read it to me first. Yun'a's voice was as soft as a dream: "I really like it." ”

Cheon Myung-hoon didn't speak, just nodded. All he could promise was the second half of the sentence, because he didn't know what day in the future he would finish writing.

The part that is done under the guidance of inspiration is only two paragraphs at best. It's still far from the chorus, and there should be a lot of content in the future. But Cheon Myung-hoon tried many times, but he couldn't regain the feeling of being one and man that day.

It's not that Cheon Myung-hoon can't complete it.

Familiar with 300 Tang poems, can't make poems and can chant. Ordinary people can still hum some simple tunes casually, but of course Qian Myung-hoon's mind is not blank.

With the foregoing as a known condition, the style of the whole song has been determined. If Cheon Myung-hoon is only pursuing a song, the next work is like writing an essay, and the beginning has already been given.

It's a pity for this semi-propositional composition. Finally, I stopped at a divergent sentence: remember that day.

That day...... What day is it, exactly?

That day...... What happened again?

Cheon Myung-hoon can write as gorgeously as he can, using all the beautiful rhetoric in the world. But the products obtained in this way cannot stand the test. Everything can be changed and replaced at will, as long as a better option arises.

But what Cheon Myung-hoon wants, obviously, is a whole. Each part is deterministic and unique when combined.

Cheon Myung-hoon has endless memories in his heart. Even if it is the same good memory, there is still a subtle difference in the feelings it contains. Without the guidance of inspiration, it is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Maybe it was the day we first met.

Maybe it's the day of separation.

Maybe it's the day of the confession.

Maybe it's the day of debut.

Maybe it's Yoona's birthday.

Maybe it's the day the college entrance examination ends.

It could be getting to know you every day.

It could also be today.

When you wake up tomorrow morning, will you get an answer?