Ye Zifei downloaded some classical soundtracks of the Celestial Empire and felt the style of his acting and the form of the soundtrack.

She had been living abroad in her previous life, and she did not have a deep understanding of the classical things of the Celestial Empire, until now she seems to be able to feel the charm of art left over from thousands of years of historical and cultural inheritance, and she feels that she cannot control this form of music.

After thinking about it, she called Tianmo, among all the people who knew, only Tianmo looked more like an intellectual.

Tianmo received Ye Zifei's phone call, he seemed very happy, and as soon as he answered, he smiled heartily: "Feifei, what are you looking for me?" ”

Hearing him call his nickname, Ye Zifei felt a chill, except for Chen Xinyue, no one had ever called himself like this, shouting out of his mouth, he felt like calling Miss's name, and couldn't help but fight back: "Yes, every day, is it still fun to play with my mother?" ”

There was silence on the other side, and after a while, he said, "What should I call you?" ”

"Leaves or anything else, don't call it Feifei, don't you feel goosebumps?"

"Hehe, a little, what's the matter with me?"

Ye Zifei talked about the ancient music, especially saying that he wanted to experience the pipa music performance on the spot.

Tianmo was greatly influenced by his father, and he also liked traditional things, and after listening to Ye Zifei's request, he asked curiously: "Why are you suddenly interested in pipa?" Not many young people like this nowadays. ”

"Uncle Tianmo, I found that you have automatically brought into the role of a daddy, I just like it, how can there be so many whys."

"There are many national musical instrument masters in the Celestial Empire, I know a person who has a high attainment in this area, and can be regarded as internationally renowned, and has appeared as a soundtrack and arranger many times in many film and television works, which should be able to meet your requirements, so let's contact you first."

"Okay, thank you!"

"Don't do this, oh, by the way, are you still going to go to college?"

Ye Zifei was stunned, there were too many things she had experienced during this time, she completely forgot her identity as a college student, and she didn't know how to answer all of a sudden.

"What the hell do you mean, it's better to finish college, even if it's a diploma."

Although Ye Zifei couldn't understand his mother's thoughts, since she hoped so, Ye Zifei still respected her meaning and said, "Then finish reading." ”

"Okay, now I can finally deal with her."

The life of the university is not as colorful as Ye Zifei imagined, it may also have something to do with her own personality, she feels that she has completely failed to keep up with the rhythm of those young people, and her heart has begun to grow old.

I don't know how the two little girls Wen Qian and Zhen Yu are doing now, they haven't been in touch for a long time.

Probably have already transferred schools, encountering such a thing, there must have been a huge shadow trauma in their hearts, and their families will not be willing to let them continue to stay in school.

Thinking of them, she thought of Ji Yaqiu again, and hoped that she would not blame herself, although Ji Dongyang was not killed by herself, but after all, it had something to do with herself.

looked at the time, it was already time to cook, and in addition to writing songs during this time, Ye Zifei was obsessed with cooking.

Because Chen Xinyue often doesn't go home, the housework is basically contracted by Ye Zifei, she couldn't get the dishes of the Celestial Empire before, and the only time she cooked it was at the base of the old house, and then she was ridiculed by them in various ways.

Now that she is alone at home with nothing to do, she begins to learn cooking techniques step by step according to the recipes.

At the beginning, Ye Xiaoxian was so scared that he didn't even dare to go home, and he came back every time he was full of food outside.

Faced with the junk food she cooked, Ye Zifei could only swallow and eliminate it by herself, fortunately she was not a picky eater.

Until now, as soon as Ye Xiaoxian came back, he went straight to the kitchen, his delicate little nose, constantly sucking the fragrance in the air, and his saliva flowed down.

Seeing her sister's foodie look, she also had a sense of achievement and deepened her interest in cooking.

When she was preparing the ingredients, Ye Xiaoxian called back and said that today's school performance rehearsal, tomorrow is Saturday, so she will go directly to Tianmo's small building and not go home.

All of a sudden, Ye Zifei had no interest, she heated up the noon meal and coped with her stomach.

After dinner, I rested, put on the downloaded classical music, in the hall, practiced yoga, and thought about the lyrics in my head.

After the end, she recorded the song in a notebook, while feeling the mood expressed by the lyrics.

Just look at the literal meaning, as if describing a wanderer who has been adrift for many years, returning to his hometown, recalling the bits and pieces of his childhood, sighing that time passes like flowing water, and there is no beauty in front of him, only ancient roads, vines, and mottled walls, and there are still rare shadows of the past.

It can be seen that the author is very careful about the carving of the first word, even if you read it lightly, you can feel the beauty of the artistic conception.

Compared with the song that he thought was good before, Ye Zifei only felt a sigh of shame, his literary skills in the Celestial Empire were still too low, and it seemed that there were still many places to learn.

She held the guitar and played it gently, her fingertips sliding down the strings, there was no fixed melody, she played wherever she wanted, and then pondered, recorded it in her notebook, and she wrote a lot of sporadic fragments like this.

During this period, Tianmo called and said that he had contacted the music master named Liu Yunchuan, and sent his address by text message, so that she could go over and have a look tomorrow when she was free.

The next day, Ye Zifei woke up early, went to catch the bus, and suddenly realized that he should have a means of transportation.

She misses the prince's locomotive a little bit, and she doesn't know if it's back.

For fear that the scars on her face would attract too much attention, she deliberately wore a mask when she went out.

It was the rush hour for work, the car was crowded, and she felt like she was back in high school.

She chose a relatively loose place to stand, and after two stops, a man leaned in behind her, with the pungent smell of tobacco on his body, which made her sick to her stomach a little, and she moved forward.

Who knew that the man had leaned in, swaying behind him as the vehicle jolted.

Ye Zifei glanced back, this person was also polite, with a pair of glasses, seeing Ye Zifei's gaze, he was expressionless.

She thought that she had misunderstood, and took a small step forward, but she didn't expect that it didn't take long for the man to lean in again, and this time Ye Zifei obviously felt something.

I only felt a burst of nausea, stretched out his hand and grabbed it back, the man let out a scream like killing a pig, Ye Zifei pulled his dirty thing, and walked directly towards the driver, the man shouted: "Let go, let go......"

Ye Zifei ignored it, and the eyes of the car were staring at him, and he burst into laughter.

Walking to the driver's side, Ye Zifei said: "Stop, call the police!" ”

A little boy shouted from behind: "I have a video to testify that this person is a bus pervert!" (To be continued.) )