Pei Yanchen said lightly, "Senior Feng Jun, I understand your kindness." If I want something, I will fight for it myself, and I don't need help from others. ”

"Don't you be so stubborn? I don't really want you to be my girlfriend, just pretend. Feng Jun persuaded bitterly.

Pei Yanchen shook his head and said with a firm expression, "There are many things that can't be started, and I don't feel how strong my will is, so please allow me to stick to it a little." ”

Feng Jun sighed and said, "I really don't know what you're insisting on, you don't explain the rumors on the Internet, I know you're tall and refined, but you also have to care a little about your own situation, right? If it weren't for a pervert who stole underwear to share the firepower for you, it is estimated that you are still at the center of public opinion." ”

Pei Yanchen said coldly: "He's not a pervert. ”

"What?" Feng Jun felt as if he didn't understand what Pei Yanchen was trying to say.

"I said, the one who stole the underwear, he's not a pervert. Pei Yanchen said again seriously.

Feng Jun frowned and said, "Who do you know?" He didn't want Pei Yanchen to have anything to do with a pervert.

Pei Yanchen didn't want to pay attention to him even more, and said, "Can you stop talking to me?" I want to finish translating this article. ”

Feng Jun said helplessly, "Okay, I'll go outside to smoke a cigarette first, do you want to go together?"

Pei Yanchen looked down and didn't look at Feng Jun, and said, "Thank you, I've quit." ”

"Quit well. Feng Jun smiled and got up and walked towards the door of the library, Pei Yanchen seemed to be the devil in his life, he just couldn't do anything about her. But in fact, maybe because Lei Xin also likes it, so he likes it more. I want to get it even more.

Cheng Xiaoyu sat in the position that once belonged to him and waited for a while, thought about it, and walked to Pei Yanchen from the other side of the staff seat. Pretend to have just arrived. He said hello to Pei Yanchen a little unnaturally." ”

Pei Yanchen looked up at Cheng Xiaoyu, her expression was very indifferent, and she didn't respond to Cheng Xiaoyu's greeting, she took out a stack of white paper wrapped money from her bag, and said officially, "You have been a translator for a month, here is 1,800 yuan, you diǎndiǎn." ”

Cheng Xiaoyu smiled and said, "No need for diǎn." "↘dǐng↘diǎn↘ small ↘ talk,.♀.¤os_();

Pei Yanchen opened the white paper with Cheng Xiaoyu's name written on it, and counted them to Cheng Xiaoyu one by one, "One hundred, two hundred and one thousand, eight hundred." ”

Cheng Xiaoyu looked at Pei Yanchen's serious expression in silence, looking at her curved eyelashes. With his eyes lowered, he felt like he must have missed something.

When Pei Yanchen handed him the money, he woke up from his stunned state and said, "Thank you." ”

Pei Yanchen just looked down at the article in the German magazine, held the pen, and did not speak.

Cheng Xiaoyu put away his smile and said politely, "Goodbye." "Turn and leave.

Pei Yanchen turned her head and didn't look at his back, she didn't know what she was angry with or who she was angry about. Because he didn't say goodbye? But who is he? Is he entitled to be angry? She knows that there is a character in the world called a supporting role. Maybe they are mediocre, maybe they are dazzling, but they will always be just a foil and background for the protagonist, and they will always be used to inspire and inspire the protagonist. To create and resolve misunderstandings, it is best to block bullets for the protagonist - in order to be lucky to die in the arms of the protagonist and get two tears of sympathy from him.

And he's not just a supporting role. It was doomed from the beginning of the script, and she could only play one villain role.

Cheng Xiaoyu knew that Pei Yanchen's attitude towards him was a little strange. Walking out of the library, he felt that he still owed Pei Yanchen something. Recently, the weather has been fine, and the night has not been cold to the bone. Cheng Xiaoyu grabbed two books borrowed from the library and walked towards the dormitory.

When he returned to the dormitory, he posted a new song to Xia Shamo on the Internet, and then took out the blank score and began to write the violin concerto that he had long thought of writing, but had never written.

This is one of the most classic violin concertos in Chinese history, and Cheng Xiaoyu thinks this is the last compensation he can give her.

Because Cheng Xiaoyu does not have the score of this violin concerto in his memory, he can only pick it down paragraph by paragraph according to his memory, which is also a very huge project, but thinking that tomorrow is the deadline that Liao Dong can say, he can only go downstairs to buy a cup of coffee, and plan to stay up all night to finish it.

Chang Yue, Wu Fan and Luo Kai were still playing games every day, Chang Yue turned off the computer in the early hours of the morning, and saw that Cheng Xiaoyu, who usually slept very early, hadn't slept yet, and asked, "Isn't the squad leader still sleeping?"

Cheng Xiaoyu didn't look up, and said, "You sleep first, lend me your desk lamp." ”

Chang Yue staggered to his feet, yawned and went to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth, helped Cheng Xiaoyu set up the lamp, glanced at the score written by Cheng Xiaoyu, and couldn't help but look at it a few more times and said, "Violin concerto?"

Cheng Xiaoyu diǎn head.

"Squad leader, you are in the rhythm of doing great things!"

Cheng Xiaoyu smiled and said, "It's just that I owe a favor and want to pay it back!

Chang Yue was really sleepy, so he didn't ask any questions, and lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

Playing the classical symphony for half an hour is also a very energy-consuming thing, especially the need for a diǎn drop of buckle details, which allows Cheng Xiaoyu to complete the score when it is almost dawn, when the early morning birdsong and the sun remind him to wake up, Cheng Xiaoyu finally wrote the title on the first page with a desolate pen.

In the first two classes, Xiao Yu asked Luo Kai to help ask for leave, and he made up for sleep in the dormitory, and he didn't go to class after getting up, so he went directly to Liao Dongneng's office with the score.

When Cheng Xiaoyu knocked on the door and entered, Liao Dongneng was quite surprised, seeing that he was holding a stack of music in his hand, he smiled with his eyebrows, didn't say anything, and reached out to pick it up first.

Cheng Xiaoyu didn't hand it to Liao Dongneng, and said sternly, "Dean, I won't be able to write this violin concerto in the future!

Liao Dongneng was a little surprised, this was the first time that a student had the opportunity to perform his work on such an important occasion, and instead of doing his best to cooperate, he made a request. I don't know if this is conceit or self-confidence, but it's normal for a genius to be arrogant, but I don't know if Cheng Xiaoyu can afford the name genius. Liao Dongneng was not in a hurry to take over the score at this time, and withdrew his hand and said, "It depends on how your work is!"

Cheng Xiaoyu said in a nonchalant tone: "The classical symphony of about 30 minutes, although the difficulty of playing is not high, I think it is the first work in China that combines Western music forms with Chinese folk music tones to form a theme." Although it is not a great work due to my lack of classical skills, I think it should be of great importance in the history of China. ”

Liao Dong could hear Cheng Xiaoyu's boastful words, and felt that he had heard something wrong, although Cheng Xiaoyu said these words in a modest and introspective tone, but Liao Dong could feel that Cheng Xiaoyu's exaggeration was excessive, and words like "not great" had a strong sense of arrogance. This made Liao Dongneng feel that Cheng Xiaoyu's works were not worth looking forward to, but he still smiled and said, "As long as it is really like what you said, don't say one request, even ten requests, I will agree to you." ”

Cheng Xiaoyu is also a person who can chat, and if such a work is handed over, how many benefits can be exchanged, he naturally wants it, and hurriedly said, "Dean Liao, this is what you said! Ten is ten." You can't talk and don't talk. ”

Liao Dong can "haha." smiled and didn't speak, obviously not believing that Cheng Xiaoyu's works could reach such heights.

Cheng Xiaoyu handed the score to Liao Dongneng, and Liao Dongneng took it and put it on the desk to look at it, this is a total score written by a violin concerto.

As soon as Liao Dongneng started watching it, the melody of the song echoed in his mind, and the first feeling was that it was very beautiful, like crying. First, the sound of drums seemed to knock the sun out of the horizon, the sky gradually became clearer, and the sound of the flute flew like a flock of colorful butterflies past your ears and dragged your eyes, and landed on the side of the flowery stream. A scene full of spring and vitality. Then the oboe transitions like the opening text of this beautiful story, and the picture slowly unfolds.

Then enter the main theme, here is a melody that Liao Dongneng is very familiar with, played by the violin, accompanied by the clear harp, the sound of the piano at this time is simple and slowly flowing Liao Dongneng was surprised inexplicably but couldn't stop it, couldn't help but ask Cheng Xiaoyu, and read it first. He already knows what kind of work Cheng Xiaoyu has created, and indeed what Cheng Xiaoyu said is not half an exaggeration, if the structure and harmony of this work are well controlled, and the skills are reasonable, it will match the word "great" enough.

(The tune should be easy to guess) (To be continued.) )