Li Qing quickly calmed himself down.

It's not a big deal, isn't it just a train, and it's not the first time.

Time ticked by, and the train arrived.

Li Qing followed the prompt to get on the train, and as for the seat, it was found by a kind person.

The sound on the train was very noisy, and the smell was also very strong, Li Qing frowned slightly.

Fortunately, the journey went smoothly and I got out of the car safely.

Li's father was already at the station, and Li Qing was dragged away by him as soon as he got off the train.

When he got home, Li's father asked, "When will you go out after the New Year?"

Li Qing was silent for a moment and said, "Don't go out?"

"Huh?" Father Li was slightly surprised.

"The band disbanded. Li Qing pretended to be calm.

Father Li looked at Li Qing: "Then what are your plans?"

Li Qing said: "I want to continue studying. ”

Father Li nodded: "It's okay to study, I'll go talk to the principal when school starts." ”

Back in his room, smelling the familiar smell, Li Qing suddenly felt a little sour in his nose.

Taking down the guitar on the wall, he played it, and the tone was still very good.

After tinkering with other instruments for a while, he suddenly thought of Caiyun Music's "Most Beautiful Tone" competition.

Pursing his lips, he grabbed his guitar and went to the rooftop.

It was very cold on the rooftop, Li Qing's fingers were frozen stiff, he flicked a few times casually, and his fingers hurt badly.

But he gritted his teeth and did not leave.

Sing!

What song can you sing?

Li Qing knew that his voice was not completely useless, at least he could still make a voice and communicate with others.

It would be nice to have a song that doesn't require so much of your voice.

Li Qing racked his brains and searched in his mind for a long time, and finally let him find a song that seemed to be barely feasible.

He played a prelude on his guitar and started trying to sing.

"Spring flowers, autumn wind, and winter sunset. ”

"I used to think so ignorantly in my melancholy youth. ”

"The windmill is in the song of the four seasons, and it flows every day. ”

"In the poems of the wind and snow, I am growing up year after year. ”

Singing this, a hint of surprise flashed on Li Qing's face, it seemed that this song was quite suitable for him now.

He continued to sing.

After singing it again, the surprise on his face was even stronger.

It's really doable.

It was decided that it would be this song.

He continued to play and sing, over and over again, until blood erupted from his fingers, and he finally stopped.

"That's all for today. Li Qing was not sad at all because of the injury to his finger, but was quite happy.

"It's been a long time since I've sung so happily. Since the voice problem, this is the most comfortable time for Li Qing to sing.

He was about to pack his things and go back, when suddenly someone hugged him from behind.

Li Qing's body stiffened.

"Li Qing, why don't you tell me when you come back. ”

Li Qing said: "I'm going to surprise you." ”

"Then why didn't you come to me when you got home?"

Li Qing said: "Your mother won't let me in." ”

"Then you ......"

"Okay, I'll just apologize to you. ”

The tone was too forced. ”

"Is this barely enough?"

"Of course. ”

"What do you want me to do?"

"Sing to me, and I'll forgive you. ”

"Why do you sing every time......"

"Do you want to sing?"

"You must have been listening to it. ”

"Nope. ”

"Absolutely. ”

"Absolutely not. ”

"Okay, I can't sing it, but I can only sing it. ”

"Why don't you have a guitar with you, why are you singing?"

Li Qing spread his hands and said, "No, look." ”

"Look at it, it's pitch black. ”

"Uh......" Li Qing forgot that it was night.

"Don't put your hands back. Li Jiajie took out her mobile phone as she spoke, turned on the flashlight and shone it on Li Qing's hands.

"Ahh She exclaimed, "Your fingers...... What's going on?"

Li Qing smiled bitterly: "I played the guitar too hard just now." ”

"How can you be so careless. She said distressedly, "You wait a minute, I'll get the medicine next time." ”

"Hmm. Li Qing nodded like a good baby.

After she left, Li Qing shrunk her neck and walked back into the corridor, where it was too windy.

Not long after, she ran up and saw Li Qing shrinking in the corner, and couldn't help but smile: "Let you wear a little more." ”

Li Qing said: "I didn't expect the wind to be so strong above. ”

"Okay, put your hand out, I'll give you the medicine. ”

Li Qing obediently stretched out her hand and let her help rub the medicine, which was a little stinging.

She rubbed the medicine and asked, "What's the name of that song you just sang?"

Li Qing said: "Didn't you say you didn't listen?"

She quibbled, "I listened for a while." ”

Li Qing didn't bother to dwell on this, and said, "That song is called "The Story of Time", how does it feel?"

She thought for a moment and said, "I think it's very good, it sounds like crying." ”

"Really?" Li Qing was a little pleased, as if he had really chosen the right song.

"Of course it's true, I think it's very appropriate for you to sing this song in your voice right now. ”

"When I hear you say that, I have faith. ”

"This song is your original again?"

"Hmm. Li Qing nodded.

"Li Qing. ”

"Huh?"

"Why are you so talented. ”

Li Qing sweated for a moment: "Sister, don't say that, I'll be embarrassed." ”

"Really, I especially envy you, not only can sing, but also write novels, and you are handsome. Her voice sounded a little lost, "And I don't know anything, I don't look good, I don't have a good figure, sometimes I really think I'm a useless waste." ”

Li Qing hurriedly said: "Sister, don't think like this, I think you are much better than me, you can make boys cry, I can't." ”

Li Jiajie sneered: "That's all about elementary school, and besides, what kind of ability is it to make people cry." ”

"Anyway, I think it's pretty powerful, when I was in school, there were always some people who bullied me, but I couldn't beat them, so I could only endure it, so I admired you very much. Li Qing said very seriously.

Li Jiajie said: "Who bullied you, why didn't you tell the teacher?"

Li Qing shook his head: "It's useless, I tried it once before, and they still came to trick me when I turned around, the teacher felt that the problem was not big, the punishment was not very serious, and they were also fearless." ”

"You can't just put up with it all the time. ”

"That's all elementary school. Li Qing said, "When I arrived in junior high school, the classmates in the class were quite friendly. ”

Li Jiejia said: "Next time someone bullies you, you tell my sister, and my sister will help you clean him up." ”

Li Qing nodded.

"Alright. Li Jiajie said suddenly, "After wiping the medicine, it's best to touch less water in the past two days, and don't play the guitar and piano." ”

"Got it. Li Qing nodded, "It's almost time to go back to sleep." ”

"Wait. Li Jiajie said, "Have you forgotten something?"

"What?" Li Qing wondered.

"Sing!"

Li Qing: "......"

On the third day home, the luggage was delivered by courier, and there were not many things, just a few clothes, a guitar, and a computer.

The computer was moved home, Li Qing's room had no place to put it, so he could only put it in the living room first, and his hands would take two days to get better, and he was not in a hurry to code words in these two days.

Fortunately, there are enough manuscripts in storage, and the chapters that are released every day are regularly released, so he doesn't have to worry about it during this time.

More than 100,000 manuscripts, 10,000 words updated every day, is enough to last for more than ten days.

When Li Qing's fingers are healed, he only does three things except for the time when he sleeps, eats, and goes to the toilet.

Exercise, write novels, and practice songs.

More than ten days after it was put on the shelves, the average subscription of "The Legend of Mortal Cultivation of Immortals" has risen to more than 6,000, which is very terrifying, and I believe that it will soon rise to 10,000.

However, Li Qing has not paid much attention to novels lately, and his main focus is still on music.

After practicing for more than ten days, Li Qing has been able to perfectly integrate his voice with the song "The Story of Time".

The next thing to do is to make the accompaniment.

The preliminary round of "The Most Beautiful Voice" was held online, and the contestants sent their songs to the organizer's mailbox and waited for a reply.

Playing the accompaniment on the guitar alone would be too monotonous, and you need to add some instrumental sounds to it.

Li Qing didn't know anything about arranging, and he was still wondering if he would ask some professional people to help, anyway, he now has tens of thousands of yuan in savings, and it is enough to make a song.

Unexpectedly, after Father Li found out about this, he patted his chest and said, "The arrangement is simple, I'll come." ”

Li Qing was skeptical, although his father was a music teacher, he had never heard that he could arrange music.

But since the father has said so, the son can only believe it.

"Before you make the music, wait for me to do it a thousand degrees. In front of the computer, Li's father said.

Li Qing: "......"

How do you feel so unreliable?

After a while, Li's father said, "I found it, just use this software." ”

Li Qing: "......"

After a while, Father Li said, "Hey, do you still need these equipment, I see." ”

Li Qing finally couldn't help it: "Dad, can you do it?" ”

"Yes, of course. Father Li said, "Men can't say no, understand?"

Well, Li Qing was completely defeated by him.

Fortunately, there is plenty of time, so let my father do it first, but I really can't do it, so I have to find someone to help.

Two days later, Li's father said: "I finally understand, and I can start work." ”

Li Qing next to him was in good spirits, put down his guitar and walked over, and asked, "Really?"

Father Li said: "What kind of tone do you have, so distrustful of your father and me?"

Li Qing smiled and didn't say anything.

"Qingzai, come here. Father Li said, "Let me tell you about these functions." ”

Li Qing listened intently, and with the help of screen-reading software, he barely understood a little.

On the table was a song sheet written by Li Qing, and Li's father arranged the music while explaining.

After almost a week, I finally made the accompaniment.