readx; Could it be that he is composing?

Si Nuan also wrote some tunes by himself in his previous life, and he knew that when inspiration came, he couldn't stop it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info simply stood up, picked up his bag and prepared to leave.

"Ahh

Suddenly it was pitch black.

What's going on? Is there a power outage?

Si Nuan turned his head to look at Ling Han——

Big brother, you're too serious, aren't you? Did you build a power outage? ╮(╯▽╰)╭

The instantaneous darkness in the room didn't seem to have any effect on Ling Han, this guy was holding his mobile phone in one hand to illuminate, and the other hand was still writing various notes.

There was no way, Si Nuan could only resigned herself to her fate, took out her mobile phone, turned on the flashlight, shone all the way to the door, pressed the switch, and the light was still not on.

Walked to the bathroom again.

"Smack!"

The bathroom lights are on.

Whew, it's okay! Si Nuan patted her chest, but fortunately, the light in the living room was broken, God knows that she hates power outages the most.

Looking at Ling Han, who was still composing in front of the piano, Si Nuan turned around and went to the bedroom to take out his desk lamp.

Plug it in, press the switch, and the lamp immediately emits a soft glow. Ling Han consciously put down his mobile phone, continued to write without raising his head, wrote a few lines and played on the keys again.

Si Nuan stood next to him and looked at it, and found that the melody was very catchy, so he couldn't help but hum quietly.

Boy, that's good!

The young man lowered his head, slightly furrowed his eyebrows, kept writing and drawing on the paper, sometimes lowering his eyes and thinking deeply, sometimes curling the corners of his mouth, and his already handsome side face was more charming because of concentration under the soft light.

No wonder people say that serious men are the most attractive.

Si Nuan walked back to the sofa with his hands behind his back, put down his schoolbag, and sat down leisurely.

That's right, she's going to welcome the birth of this new song!

Minutes and seconds passed.

It was as if someone was holding a brush and smearing it in the sky little by little. The crescent moon hung quietly on the treetops like a hook.

The whole city gradually fell silent.

Si Nuan took out a book from his schoolbag and watched quietly, only the occasional sound of turning books and the rustle of the tip of a pen on the paper were heard in the whole living room.

"Smack!"

Si Nuan looked up and saw that Ling Han had lost his signature pen and was stretching his waist with a comfortable face, like a cat that had just woken up in the sun.

"Done?"

The young man was startled, as if he didn't expect that there were other people at home, turned his head to look at Si Nuan, and said in surprise: "Hey, are you still there?" ”

Snuan: "......"

"Well, that's not what I meant." Realizing that he had said the wrong thing, Ling Han scratched his hair embarrassedly.

Si Nuan ignored him, picked up the water cup and walked to the water dispenser, took a cup of warm water and handed it to him: "Drink." ”

Ling Han was indeed a little thirsty, took the water, drank it in one gulp, looked at Si Nuan, his eyes lit up, and said, "But since you haven't left yet, let's play together!" ”

Without waiting for Si Nuan to refuse, he rushed into the bedroom excitedly.

When I came out again, I already had a violin in my hand.

"I wrote a violin sonata, but only one movement."

Speaking of this, Ling Han was also quite helpless. Inspiration is like a merry boy, you come with a voice, you go speechless, he can't keep it.

Si Nuan picked up the score and looked at it, and saw that the title was written in handsome handwriting on the top: "From now on, you never went home".

It was written to Ling's mother.

The song is not very long, only seven or eight minutes, Si Nuan hummed softly, and the melody was very moving.

However, thanks to her talent, she can basically remember the not-so-complicated scores, otherwise how can she have the ability to play with Ling Han now?

"Will you come to the piano or the violin?" Ling Han asked "democratically", but the violin in his hand had already been quietly handed to her, and the hope in his eyes was obvious.

Si Nuan took the violin smoothly: "You still play the piano." ”

"Tick, tick!"

Outside, it was raining at some point, and it gently knocked on the glass window, making the already peaceful night even quieter.

Si Nuan set up the violin, and Ling Han also sat down by the piano.

The two looked at each other, and the next second, the violin played a beautiful melody.

The sound of the piano sounded as well.

It's a little sad, but it's not so sad.

It's a little lonely, but it's not so lonely.

In the corridor, a middle-aged man pushed open the security door and said goodbye to his parents in the house: "Dad, Mom, don't come out, I'm leaving." ”

The man took out his car keys and went downstairs humming a song, but suddenly stopped.

"What kind of tune is this? Why haven't you heard of it? ”

The man stood there and listened for a moment, then turned and walked upstairs.

The light rain was dripping, drenching the soft heart silently.

In a trance, Si Nuan seemed to see white daisies and purple flowers in full bloom.

Blooming in front of my mother's grave.

The box of memories was opened all at once, and fragments flew over like butterflies in summer.

When she woke up in the hospital, she opened her eyes and saw her mother's smiling face.

When she went to elementary school, her mother took care of her laundry, cooking, and tutoring her homework.

In the courtyard where they had lived, my mother stood against the door, and she stood in the courtyard dancing for her......

So sad, so lonely, because Mom will never come back!

But why be sad, why be lonely? Mom didn't leave! She just slept somewhere else.

She slept in the shade of the willows, and there were pink butterflies dancing and flower-backed birds singing in front of her grave......

Si Nuan was immersed in the music, and the sound of violin and piano intertwined, gradually weakening.

The end of a song.

It feels so good, hearty, and unfinished!

Si Nuan put down the violin and looked at Ling Han excitedly - you are a natural composer! Do you know? You should ......

"Ding-dong! Ding-dong-ding-dong! The doorbell rang eagerly.

It's so late, who could it be?

Ling Han looked at Ling Han, who frowned and walked over to open the door.

In the doorway stood a young man wearing a peaked cap.

"Hello classmate, my name is Zhang Xingsi, and I am a talent scout."

The man said excitedly.

Scouts? Si Nuan raised her eyebrows, was it the scout she understood?

"That's right, it's the scout you understand." The man continued, handing Ling Han a small book as he spoke.

"This is my scouting credentials." As he spoke, he handed over another business card, "This is my business card." ”

Ling Han took it, only to see that the business card read: Xinghui International Music Co., Ltd., Star Scout, Zhang Xingsi.

"That's right, I heard the song you just played, amazing! That's not published, is it? ”

As a classical music enthusiast, if you have heard such a moving piece, how can you not be impressed?

"Do you want to make a record? With so many years of professional experience, I promise you that you will become a rising star in the world of classical music! ”

Out on a record? Si Nuan looked at Ling Han, she just wanted to persuade him to go to the conservatory of music.

No one saw it, and the middle-aged man who was walking upstairs also stopped.