Yang Yang didn't mention today's matter after he went home, and the business card given by Peng Guofu was also thrown into a drawer by him and ignored it.

I read a book for a while as usual, and then spent most of my time surfing the Internet. During this time, Yang Yang has basically printed the basic textbooks of high school in his mind, as a liberal arts student, memory is the most important, and he has such a perverted talent as "never forget", learning is really a very simple thing.

Yang Yang puts more energy into understanding the world.

He gradually discovered one thing, why a singer like Chen Yuan is loved and sought after by so many people even though several famous songs are not very good. He was quite puzzled before, but now he finally understands that it is not that Chen Yuan is not good, but that the whole environment is not very good.

People in this world attach great importance to the enjoyment of the spiritual level, and the corresponding social status of entertainment workers is relatively high, but the entertainment culture is not very developed. Whether it is music, movies, dance, or books, they are all a whole notch lower than in their previous lives.

The reason for this situation Yang Yang doesn't know, and he doesn't want to understand, he only knows that the memory of every tune, every movie, and every novel in his mind is priceless.

He is a child sitting on a mountain of gold, and all he has to do is pick up the gold from under his feet.

The hour hand slowly slid to nine o'clock, Yang Yang glanced at the living room, his father Yang Chaonan was still working overtime and didn't come back, and Xue Lan was sitting on the sofa watching TV series alone.

He picked up his guitar and quietly slipped out the door.

Yang Yang went out and did not go down the stairs, but went straight up. He went to practice singing, and the location was on the rooftop.

Yang Yang's top priority every day now is to familiarize himself with the familiar and widely circulated songs in his memory, and when he sleeps at night, he is also used to replaying the classic movies he watched in his previous life in his mind.

After all, he is a man who aspires to be the king of entertainment.

“...

Play Chopard's nocturne for you

Remembering my dead love

The sound of the night breeze

Heartbreak sounds good

...”

Yang Yang's faint voice was on the lonely rooftop, slowly drifting in the night sky with the evening breeze. He sat on the floor with his guitar in his arms, a beer beside him, and after singing a few words, he picked up the wine and took a sip. This is a habit he has only recently developed, and it is also the reason why he has to secretly avoid Xue Lan when he practices singing.

The lyrics of Dong Chou's "Nocturne" are a bit complicated, and there is a large section of rap in front of it, Yang Yang needs to work hard to recall while looking for a familiar melody, and he is immersed in it unconsciously.

Wang Jing must do three things before writing an essay, first take a comfortable hot bath, make a cup of tea, and then turn on her favorite music, so that she can quickly find inspiration and get into the mood.

She likes to be pure, used to being alone, used to facing the stars under the desk lamp at night at night, so that her thoughts will extend out along the starry sky without bounds.

So she specially chose to live on the top floor, without being disturbed by the sound of soap operas at eight o'clock, and she couldn't hear the trivial quarrels of her neighbors, it was very quiet and comfortable.

Recently, though, her habits seem to have changed a bit.

Here it comes. Wang Jing's eyes lit up, she stood up and opened the window in front of her, and the faint singing voice blew in along the cool breeze.

Sure enough, it's different from what I sang yesterday, I've never heard it before, and it's still so good.

Two weeks ago, she noticed that every nine o'clock, there would be intermittent singing on the rooftop of the building. The singing voice is very young, it seems to be a young boy, with a youthful flamboyance.

At first, she was a little annoyed when she was interrupted, and she wanted to go up and get rid of the boy who was practicing singing, but after listening to it for a few minutes, she suddenly found that the boy sang unexpectedly well.

That night, Wang Jing didn't put pen to paper, and listened to it for an hour with her chin in her hands.

Since then, Wang Jing's first three things have been missing. She has never opened her favorite songs in the playlist again, and the singing voice that drifts in with the night breeze seems to bring her a different inspiration.

Wang Jing had a satisfied smile on her face, her fingers tapping nimbly on the keyboard. She is a writer, half of the literary youth, and from the night the song appears, all kinds of associations have been made in her mind about the owner of the song.

She even wrote the associations into her novels.

It must have been a big boy of eighteen or nineteen years old, with a tall figure, a delicate appearance, and flowing bangs. A beloved girl should live in the heart of a boy, and the girl loves to sing, and her singing voice is as beautiful as a lark.

The girl attracted the boy with her beautiful singing voice, which made the boy fall in love with her deeply. So the boy brought his guitar to the rooftop every day to sing, hoping that one day he could stand in front of the girl and also use a love song to show his love...

Wang Jing will make up a story every day, the protagonists of the story are the singing boy and the girl he loves, and the content of the story is wonderful love.

Gradually, Wang Jing became a little jealous of the girl she wrote. She is also a girl, and every girl loves fantasy and longs for such a boy who can sing to herself.

Wang Jing had a huge impulse in her heart inexplicably, and she couldn't wait to meet the owner of the song and the boy in her fantasy.

She stopped what she was doing, stared at the glowing computer screen for a few moments, and finally stood up.

Wang Jing put on her shoes, but hesitated again in her heart. What if the real person is completely different from what I imagined? I must be sad to have a beautiful singing voice but have a master who does not match it, and the feeling of disillusionment.

She took off her shoes and put them on, tossing and turning back and forth several times, seeing that the time was about to reach ten o'clock, and if it was still the same as usual, the singing would soon be gone.

Wang Jing looked out the window, and a cool breeze came in, blowing the curtains slightly swinging. She finally made up her mind, she still went to see him, and just looked at the man's back from a distance without looking at his face.

The rooftop is just a flight of stairs away from Wang Jing's house, so she brought the door and went up the stairs lightly, full of anticipation.

...

The time was almost up, and Yang Yang glanced at his phone. Mom's family sitcom was about to end, and she was supposed to come to her room soon, and just after two cans of beer, he got up, picked up his guitar and prepared to go down.

As soon as Yang Yang opened the iron door leading to the stairwell on the rooftop, he met a girl in pajamas standing in front of him, who looked two years older than him, with long hair and a shawl, and a rather delicate appearance.

When the girl saw Yang Yang suddenly, she was stunned for a moment, staring straight at Yang Yang with a pair of beautiful big eyes.

Yang Yang didn't know what was wrong with this girl, seeing that she blocked the door for a long time and didn't speak, he touched his nose and said stubbornly: "Well, that, I.. It's going down.."

"Oooh. The girl woke up from a dream and quickly turned to the side.

Yang Yang was a little embarrassed, and he smiled at the girl. The girl looked a little flustered, and turned her face away: "I, I came up to take the quilt, and I forgot to collect it during the day." ”

"Hmm. Yang Yang nodded slightly, crossed the girl in two or three steps, and went downstairs.

It's just that his expression is still a little puzzled, did you see the quilt on the rooftop just now?

After a long time, Wang Jing was still staring at the staircase where Yang Yang disappeared in a daze.

Finally, she came back to her senses, her eyes slowly lit up with an inexplicable brilliance, and she muttered, "It's more perfect than I imagined..."