After ending the chat with K, Han Shenyan lay back on the bed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In fact, now that I think about it, K is actually right. If it could really be like a fairy tale, all feelings can have a happy ending, how good would it be?

It's like Snow White, Cinderella, Little Red Riding Hood, Alice.

And Peter Pan, The Ugly Duckling, Sleeping Beauty, Pinocchio.

Childhood memories are emerging little by little.

Compared to fairy tales, the adult world seems too cruel.

Thinking like this, Han Shenyan was a little stupid for a while.

A melodious and tactful melody appeared in Han Shenyan's mind.

This is the inspiration for creation!

Han Shenyan is no stranger to this feeling, and he has appeared more than once when he tried to compose songs.

It's just that most of the time he doesn't take the chance.

They appear abruptly, and then disappear abruptly, fleetingly.

The only time it worked was two months ago. It's just that the song created that time no longer has its audience.

It's like that necklace in the box.

This time he didn't waste this rare opportunity.

The melody of the song still swirls in my head.

He closed his eyes and hummed softly, the beautiful melody lingering in the small space.

Once, twice.

It wasn't until he was sure that he wouldn't forget it that he picked up his phone and recorded this melody, and when he was done, he breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that there is something to do in the past two days, and there is no need to be idle, which is really good.

Suddenly there was a sound of high heels outside the door, from far and near, followed by several female voices, but the voices were mixed together, and they couldn't hear what they were saying.

Footsteps stopped at the doorway, followed by the sound of doors opening and closing.

Then there was silence in the hallway again.

It should be a neighbor who lives opposite, Han Shenyan remembered that the landlord said in the afternoon that the house opposite him was also rented.

Han Shenyan didn't care about it at the time, but he didn't expect it to be a few women, and they were all quite young when they heard the voice.

Originally, he wanted to visit his neighbors. After all, if you move here and live alone, you may need help taking care of something. But now, knowing that there were a few girls on the other side, he dismissed this idea.

Lest there be any misunderstanding.

Moreover, the human heart is complicated.

Han Shenyan, who has been in the entertainment industry for several years, naturally understands this truth.

Since he wants to stand on the stage again, this kind of thing should naturally be avoided as much as possible.

He looked at the table below, and before he knew it, it was already past ten o'clock.

He went back to the bedside and turned on the computer, ready to turn the melody into an actual note.

Writing songs is not an easy task.

Even if there is already a melody, there is still a lot of work to be done. The intro, the mix, the lyrics, like the main theme, all determine the quality of a song.

When Han Shenyan finished the production of the song, it was already three days later.

On the finished audio file, he typed the name of the song.

"Fairy Tale Town".

All that's left is the recording.

But that requires a professional recording studio, and here, this basement is definitely not a no.

But that's all for later, and it's imperative to get a good night's sleep now.

He was so tired that he put all his mind on the song, and almost as soon as he lay down in bed, he fell asleep.

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She opened her eyes and felt a little sour.

The sky had just brightened, and there was still the breath of night.

The wind blew the curtains slightly, and then brushed her exposed snow-white skin, bringing a hint of autumn chill.

Her mouth was tightly pursed, and she had completely lost her former demeanor without powder, her face was pale, her eyes were red and swollen, and there was a kind of pitiful weakness.

He didn't come back last night.

Same as the previous days.

There is no breath of him in this house.

Some people are like this, they don't realize anything when they are by their side, and they don't know how precious they are missing until they leave.

She took a deep breath and hid the weakness on her face.

After several years of artistry career, she has become accustomed to this.

When she came to the living room, she was going to make herself breakfast.

There will be another announcement later.

Work is like that, it never changes because of your mood.

Coming to the kitchen, she began to make breakfast.

She is not good at cooking, because he always cooks a hearty table.

Milk, eggs, toast.

It's my home, but I don't feel warm anymore.

After eating, she stopped at the door of her study.

The door was open, and the inside was clear.

The room was empty, and only the piano in the corner had traces of him.

She walked in unconsciously.

Not a single book was left on the bookcase.

She knew he loved to read.

She also knew what he was reading books for.

The piano was still lying quietly in the corner.

She walked over and turned on the keys, her fingers swiping over at random, and a crisp sound rang out.

At the beginning of their marriage, he would often sit here and play a song for her.

"To Alice", "Dream Wedding".

Sometimes he would play and sing to himself.

And she would sit and listen quietly.

It's just that how long has it been since I've heard him play the piano?

I missed a lot this year.

When she tried to leave, she found a piece of paper at her feet, which seemed to have just fallen from the piano.

She bent down to pick it up with confusion and unfolded it, but it was a handwritten sheet music.

It's his handwriting.

Is this a song he wrote?

Zheng Xiyan looked at the lyrics on it, biting her teeth lightly, her lips were already white, but she didn't realize it.

From the lyrics, she already knew that this was a song she wrote for herself.

The lyrics seemed to touch a valve deep in her heart, and tears quietly flowed, soaking her beautiful cheeks in an instant.

It's just that......

Since, you love me so much.

Why talk about divorce in such a way that you don't leave any room for it?

Since you love me so much.

Why don't you give yourself and this family a chance?

You love me so much.

If you could love a little more, wouldn't the ending be completely different?

It's a pity that there are no ifs.

With tears in her eyes, she put the score in place, covered the keys, and dusted it with him.

She returned to the dresser and put on delicate makeup in front of the mirror, the sadness and weakness of the moment were gone.

She has once again become the radiant iceberg goddess Zheng Xiyan.

Bright, proud iceberg goddess.

It's just that this arrogance is heartbreaking.