In the recording studio of Huizhou University, He Bangwei and Wang Wei were ready to start recording "Above the Gods" after several consecutive performances.

Pausing his right finger, He Bangwei calmed down his thoughts, sorted out his mood a little, and waited for Wang Wei's OK gesture to type, and brushed the first tone with his right index finger.

Outside the recording room, Wang Yanmiao, who was just about to push the door in, stopped.

The music not only echoed in the room, but also reached her ears outside the door, Wang Yanmiao herself is a person who loves music and is keen on various types of songs. The student union is also in charge of the art department, and it has contacts with many students who are engaged in music.

She was sure she hadn't heard the tune played.

Nice, nice.

Wang Yanmiao, who stopped his footsteps, stood outside the door and listened to He Bangwei finish playing the song "Above the Gods". After finishing the song, he pushed the door in, with surprise and emotion on his face, as well as a trace of confusion infected by the song.

Blinking his eyes, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, Wang Yanmiao asked, "Why haven't I heard this before?" ”

Before He Bangwei could speak, Wang Wei said proudly: "My family He Bangwei composed the music himself." Doesn't it sound good? "I also want to hear the opinion of this new audience.

"Xiao Wei composed his own music! Cut, how did it become your family? Glancing at Wang Wei, Wang Yanmiao took two steps, full of joy.

"Okay, okay, it's not mine, it's yours." Wang Wei sneered and teased.

He Bangwei sat on the stool, a little helpless, he was not very used to being ridiculed like this, especially in this regard, he shook his head slightly, seeing Wang Yanmiao's happiness from the bottom of his heart, but he couldn't help but feel that this happiness was a little dazzling, so that he couldn't look at it directly.

"How's it going, did you record it?" Hiding a trace of discomfort in the depths of his heart, He Bangwei spoke.

Hearing this, Wang Wei groped for the machine, nodded and played the song he had just recorded on the stereo. The melody fluttered through the recording room, and several people listened attentively. He Bangwei carefully discerned whether he had made mistakes, after all, this was a newly modified tune, and the instrument had changed from eight strings to six strings.

The sky has darkened a little, the lights in the studio have not been turned on yet, the recorded music has been successfully played, Wang Yanmiao looked at He Bangwei with bright eyes.

Feeling a little uncomfortable, he coughed lightly, he looked at Wang Wei and said, "This is the end of the recording, right?" ”

Wang Wei transferred the recorded audio to the USB flash drive, nodded and said, "Yes, after the recording, I'll find someone to do the post-production when I go back." Let's do this on your side. The whole person slipped out of the door as he spoke, finished speaking, went out of the door, closed it with his hand, and shouted "There is a way to go beforehand, you can talk", and the footsteps ran away in an instant.

As soon as the door was closed, the entire recording studio became even darker, looking at Wang Yanmiao's bright eyes, He Bangwei suddenly felt a headache, this feeling didn't know why, and he didn't know how to go for the time being.

Neither of them spoke, silent, embarrassed and a little ambiguous, Wang Yanmiao looked away a little uncomfortably, felt that her face was a little hot, and asked softly: "Why have I never heard you say that you can still compose?" “

He Bangwei nodded in the dark, and his voice was unconsciously lower: "Well, I only did it recently." He took two steps to the door, reached out and pressed the light switch in the recording studio, and with a "pop", the room was bright.

Deciding not to stay here any longer, He Bangwei and Wang Yanmiao said goodbye and walked out of the recording studio to the dormitory, the light that had just been turned on behind him swayed on his back for a long time.

Wang Yanmiao cleaned up her mood, waited for He Bangwei to go away, turned off the lights, locked the door, and strolled to the stone bench by the school playground and sat down.

It's not too late, the noise of running and exercising in the playground comes through the iron net, there is a moon tonight, the moonlight is sprinkled, the girl on the stone bench is a little dazed, and sighs in the face of the playground.

Coming back to her senses slightly, Wang Yanmiao tilted her head and squinted her eyes, recalling the most memorable night in her life so far. When he was pulled to the side by someone when he returned late from school, he was almost desperate, it was He Bangwei who scared away the bad guys, and the sentence "It's okay, it's late" is still a stranger's care, and it is still fresh in my memory.

I opened my eyes this morning, holding a hot coffee, outside the café in the cool autumn mood, looking at the figure running around the lake, the sun shining through the trees on the side, until the figure ran in front of me from far and near.

I was just enjoying music in the studio.,Sitting upright on the bench with a cute figure.。

Is it just grateful, Wang Yanmiao asked herself. There was no answer, and she herself was a little confused about what was going on in her heart. Of course, the boyfriend is a little unsuitable for himself, but what is the reason for such a quick breakup. Pursing her lips, her side face hidden in the shadow of the grass.

Shaking her head heavily, Wang Yanmiao stood up and stretched her waist and decided not to think about it anymore, let it be.

Leaving the noise behind, along the campus street lamp, as if sad and happy, humming the tune he had just heard He Bangwei play, Wang Yanmiao moved towards the goal of going back, leaving a swaying and quiet back.

The girl's heart should be taken to the clouds, who reads the cold and sits on the woo.

Let's say that He Bangwei is walking towards the dormitory a little uncertainly, and there is a "snap" in front of him, and a figure is standing.

"Hey, Ho Bangwei!" Liu Jiatong saw an acquaintance from a distance and ran over excitedly to say hello.

"Hmm." He Bangwei responded and continued to walk.

"You're a man! Hold it! I've seen it so many times and I don't know how to leave a mobile phone number! Liu Jiatong was a little hesitant to leave a contact information for each other after seeing He Bangwei last time, after all, he was the first person he met at school, and he immediately decided to leave a number for each other when he saw him again this time.

He Bangwei stood still and stared straight at Liu Jiatong, feeling a little inexplicably annoyed in his heart.

Liu Jiatong's heart was a little weak when he was stared at, and he suddenly remembered something, so he hurriedly took out his mobile phone from his pocket, flipped out the photo album, and pointed the mobile phone screen at He Bangwei's face.

"Look at what! Show you how you look at the school gate! See enough! The photo is the scene where Li Yunsheng pulled him to play the guitar at the school gate that day, and his voice was full of confidence.

Looking left and right, He Bangwei resisted the urge to pinch her to kill and kill her, and reported his number with a gloomy face.

Liu Jiatong, who was satisfied, waved his hand: "Stand down." Then he pedaled away by himself, still wondering in his heart, this He Bangwei didn't look stupid, he was really stupid.

Seeing this crazy woman coming and going like the wind, He Bangwei raised his head and sighed, the girls in this world are good... It's wonderful.

When my sword heart returns, it will all be cut off, and with good wishes, He Bangwei is afraid that something will give him a headache, so he hurriedly walked to the dormitory.

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