Chapter 7: Small Outcrops

Chinese New Year's Eve has passed, the Spring Festival has passed, and it has been more than ten days since the last time I got together with Zheng Ronghe and Xu Xian, and during this time, Han Fei returned to the day of class, eating, sleeping, and three-o'clock.

The film department is as beautiful as a cloud, handsome as grass, Han Fei is among them, it is really an inconspicuous one, to say that there is something eye-catching, that is, he is from China and is just an exchange student from a famous university in China.

Usually, Han Fei always gives them a cold and cold feeling, and they don't like to talk, so no one will take the initiative to make friends with Han Fei, not the same country, as if there is a ravine between them.

Han Fei is also happy to be quiet, since the last exchange with Zheng Ronghe, he feels that his piano skills have improved a little, he couldn't figure it out before, he didn't understand it, under the guidance of Zheng Ronghe, he gradually integrated it, and now he has begun to try to write some tunes, or write his own lyrics, write a complete song.

Every night, Han Fei will always lock himself in the room, turn on the music editor of the computer, turn off the light, and then play with the guitar, and record it on the computer if he feels it.

With his fingers plucking the strings, Han Fei always unconsciously pops up some sad notes, maybe it's the cold of winter, maybe it's the loneliness of the night, maybe the secret love in his heart hasn't been let go.

Every night when he plays the guitar and records the notes, he is always full of sadness, as if he is paying tribute to his secret love that has no ending.

"Since the sadness is still in my heart, then I will use you to compose my first song......" Han Fei muttered to himself, but his fingers became more flexible, and he strung the recorded notes into a string, turning it into an unfinished song.

A good song, the process of completion is tortuous, sometimes inspiration comes, create a little more, sometimes even if you hold the guitar every day, play, write, but always get nothing, Han Fei can make half a song in just ten days, which is already very good.

Some of the pieces that have been made can already be written as a short song, and there is a song, but the words are missing. Although Han Fei has read many books and can be decorated with very gorgeous words and sentences, the creation is done with the heart, not the flowery words and sentences.

I walked to the window and looked at the dark night outside, the night was already very deep at the moment, and I could still hear a few sounds of the north wind blowing from time to time.

"The cold winter is quietly gone, the warm spring is reunited, and I, as always, run into the distance

followww.xstxt.orgsingingmyblues

The blue melody hovers in the blue sky,

imsingingmyblues。 ”

In Han Fei's mind, an inspiration flashed, and these few lyrics appeared on the computer. Winter represents dead silence, represents that one's heart has long been lonely, spring represents vitality, oneself has arrived in a new place, and is here to live again, blue represents the blue sky, vast and boundless, showing infinite vitality.

When it was recorded and savored, Han Fei himself felt very good, and he had a deep meaning, and he hummed a few words with the song, and he felt good.

"ImsingingmyBlues, do you hear my sorrow humming for you.

If today were the end of the world, you wouldn't want to contact me again, even if it was a simple greeting.

Obviously I was biting my ears in my dream, but when I woke up, my arms were empty, right, the end of love at the time of cruel parting.

For me, forgetting each other is the best choice?

mylifewww.xstxt.orgmissingyoudaybyday。 ”

The more Han Fei wrote, the more he felt, and inspiration burst out like a fountain. The night was already very deep, and there was only a faint yellow light left on the field, and the entire dormitory building was pitch black, and from the outside, only the window of Han Fei's bedroom revealed some light.

In the end, Han Fei finally couldn't hold on, lying on the computer, and fell asleep deeply, the computer was standby, and the night was very peaceful, only the open window, and occasionally a cold wind blew in.

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A new day has arrived, at 8 or 9 o'clock, the winter sun is already hanging obliquely in the sky, and the weather today is very good, cloudless.

A ray of sunlight shone through the window on Han Fei's face, and Han Fei, who seemed to notice something, opened his eyes, only to feel that all he saw was light.

"The sun? Sunlight! ”

Han Fei grabbed that glimmer of feeling, and restarted the standby computer, the interface was still the music editing software, or the unfinished song.

"The sun magically horizons behind the melting of the romantic

Originally, they were okay, they stayed with each other, and at this moment, they were separated and wandered around the world. ”

Looking at the songs on the computer screen, Han Fei couldn't help but want to say "perfect!! "It's not pride, it's not boasting, it's really feeling perfect.

After cleaning up and washing up, Han Fei hurriedly ran to class, it was still the lecture hall, and there were still only a few people.

Occasionally, Han Fei heard that there were actually several very famous idol stars in the film department, but they had been here for more than a month, and Han Fei had never seen any of them.

When Han Fei walked into the classroom from the front door, before the class time arrived, there were already more than a dozen classmates gathered in the classroom, but looking at Han Fei's gaze was a little strange, and from time to time he exchanged words and pointed at Han Fei.

Han Fei checked his appearance, it seemed that there was nothing bad, he looked for a mirror in the morning, and there was nothing on his face. In the classroom, a strange atmosphere is gradually spreading.

"Hey, I said buddy, how does it feel to be on TV?" A boy who usually eats well in the classroom walked over, walked across from Han Fei, and asked with a smile.

"On TV?" Han Fei looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"It's hard to stump last night's broadcast, isn't it you who is with Xu Xian and Zheng Ronghe in "We Are Married"? I think it's you. Seeing Han Fei's puzzled face, the boy asked uncertainly.

"Oh......" Han Fei finally understood why everyone was obedient today, it turned out that the last show was broadcast.

"Ah, come to think of it, that's indeed me, I only met occasionally on the road last time, and then I had a meal by the way." Han Fei explained.

"I have to say, you still look pretty handsome playing the guitar!" The boy smiled and patted Han Fei on the shoulder and left his seat. And several girls around were also discussing, they also watched the show, but they didn't expect Han Fei, who is usually silent, like an iceberg, to play the guitar, which really has a little attractive taste.

Han Fei sat on the seat helplessly, touched his nose, and was stumped invisibly, did I also show my head?

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