After running, eating breakfast, and buying vegetables, Ling Wenxuan went home. Yuan Cheng's incident didn't affect him, but made his mood better. After beating the person he hated, of course, his heart was extremely happy.

When he returned home, Ling Wenxuan began to go online to read information about watching the sequel to the meteor shower. To write a song, of course, you have to write a song that fits the story.

After watching it for a long time, Ling Xuan turned off the computer and began to play with his instruments. Ling Wenxuan's small room allowed musical instruments to occupy most of it, making it feel less like a room and more like a musical instrument room.

Picking up the guitar, Ling Wenxuan played it casually, I don't know what kind of song it is, it is very casual. Looking at the expression on Ling Wenxuan's face, it was very strange, it didn't look like he was enjoying it, it wasn't like he was playing it with his heart, it seemed like he was plucking the strings at random in a daze.

After playing for a long time, Ling Wenxuan put down the guitar and picked up the clarinet, still playing the same as playing the guitar, inexplicably, and his expression was still weird.

After a long time, Ling Wenxuan put down the clarinet again and picked up the flute. One instrument after another was exchanged from Ling Wenxuan's hands. He didn't stop until Ling Wenxuan had tried all the instruments in the room.

"Well, there's inspiration." Ling Wenxuan smiled and turned on the computer again, put on the headphones, opened an unknown software, and began to type on the keyboard.

This is how Ling Wenxuan finds inspiration, he plays the instrument every time he composes, savoring the joy that the instrument brings him, and makes his heart sink into the music. Those inexplicable tunes are his casual little creations, and when it comes time to actually start composing, these tunes may let him use them.

Every time he tapped Ling Wenxuan's headphones, Sasha's voice came out.

……

The work lasted until the afternoon, and Ling Wenxuan was still in the room, and he even forgot to eat. As for music, as long as Ling Wenxuan gets serious, he can't take care of anything, and eating or anything has become secondary in his eyes.

Ling Wenxuan in the room stared at the computer, his eyes were a little bloodshot, and he had not rested for a moment since he stared at the computer in the morning.

"Bang Bang Bang"

After the last few keystrokes, Ling Wenxuan stopped. Then Ling Wenxuan listened back and forth several times, and revised and revised in some places.

After a long time, Ling Wenxuan stood up and stretched his waist and breathed a long sigh of relief: "It's finally done, well, there are still words, let's talk about it in the evening or tomorrow!" It's time to eat. ”

Looking at the time, it was already more than 2:20 in the afternoon, Ling Wenxuan scratched his head, it seemed that he had forgotten the time again today.

Entering the kitchen, Ling Wenxuan began to wash rice and cook rice, washed the vegetables he bought today, and then began to cook. In the past two years, Ling Wenxuan has been cooking things by himself. There is also no way, the consumption of eating outside is too big, and he can't afford it.

After more than two years of cooking training, he can't say that the food he cooks is delicious, but it is also homely.

An hour later, there were two more dishes and one soup on the table, green onions mixed with tofu, vegetarian stir-fried mushrooms, and tomato and egg soup, all of which were vegetarian dishes. There is no meat, and meat dishes have been a luxury for him for two years. Most of his salary was spent on music, and food was secondary. I originally wanted to buy meat dishes today, but my habit made Ling Wenxuan still buy vegetarian.

While eating, Ling Wenxuan also thought about the lyrics, the song was written, but the lyrics were not. If the song is the soul of a song, then the lyrics are the body that carries the soul. Both things are equally important.

A good lyric can be refreshing. The lyrical lyrics can even give people goosebumps all over their bodies when recited aloud. Ling Wenxuan's favorite Chinese-style lyrics are often full of charm, and he has worked hard in this regard. It is difficult to write lyrics in Chinese style, he doesn't even have a problem with Chinese style, and this ordinary song is not a problem.

After eating, Ling Wenxuan began to go outside, he was not a person who liked to stay at home, unless it was for work or music reasons. It's not his character to be at home all the time, he wants to go out and about.

Ling Wenxuan picked up his mobile phone and dialed: "Hey...... Chatter, how about going out and having fun? ”

The other end of the phone was angry, because of the two words: "Chatter, chatter, how many times have I said it, I'm not, you just call every time." I'm embarrassed to accept it! Did I say yes? Am I okay with that? Did I give permission? You call me like this every day, and I tell you, if you call me again, I'll pick you skin. ”

After talking for a long time, the other end of the phone started again: "Say, call me something." If it's not a big deal, don't call me, I'll tell you if you can't afford to pay for millions of dollars in minutes. If it's a small thing, let alone a small thing, how can a person like me who does a big thing do a small thing, you can find those cats and dogs! I, you're please, please. ”

Ling Wenxuan Rao couldn't stand the chatter in his ears after knowing him for so long: "Hey, did you only hear me talking these two words?" Didn't you hear me when I said to play? Where are your ears? ”

"What? Tell me to talk, you bastard, I didn't say don't call don't call, you ......"

Ling Wenxuan took the phone away from his ear, and said to the phone for a minute: "Half an hour later, old place, you should also come out and walk." ”

Ling Wenxuan didn't care and hung up the phone directly, this guy is just a chatter.

"Hmm, the old place seems to be a bit far away......," Ling Wenxuan trotted, preparing to go to the bus stop. Now that I have earned some money, I can rest and rest myself, and I won't run to go to that old place.

……

Twenty minutes later, a fat man walked out of a not-so-upscale residential area in the city. Holding the phone and muttering, if you listen carefully, you will hear him saying, damn Ling Wenxuan, I didn't talk about it......

The fat man is the same age as Ling Wenxuan, but he doesn't look like him. He was fair-skinned, or better described as pale, and looked a little old. He is more than 1.8 meters tall, as for how fat he is...... Well, the fat on the face is squeezed together, and the flesh on the body is trembling when you walk, you can imagine such a figure......

No wonder Ling Wenxuan would say that you should also come out and take a walk, what do you want to be fat if you don't come out and walk with this figure?

The fat man dragged himself to the garage and squeezed a lump of fat into the car. If someone is present, you can see that the moment the fat man sits down, the tire has a significant downward pressure...... It's really hard for this car.

The fat man drove out in the car, and five minutes later, the fat man stopped. There was a man standing in the parking place, his face full of helplessness. The man reluctantly walked over to the car and knocked on the window. The windows were pulled down to reveal a big fat face.

The man patted his forehead and looked speechless: "Talk, how far is your house from here?" You just drive, will you die if you walk for a while? This lump of fat of yours grows because you're so lazy every day. ”

The fat man was dissatisfied, but his dissatisfied expression was not visible at all, because there was too much fat to show it......

"You bastard, didn't you say you were going to hang out, you couldn't get in the car? Well? If you can't get up, I'll leave if you don't get up. Also, I've said it a few times, don't call me chatter, and if you call me chatter, I'll drive you to death. The fat man viciously threatened Ling Wenxuan.

Ling Wenxuan looked at the car and said suspiciously: "It's so difficult for this car to carry you, plus me?" I'm afraid what if I fall apart halfway through. This seems to be your brother's......"

The fat man's eyes widened: "Ling Wenxuan, are you talking about brother fat?" Come in, come in for me, I promise not to kill you. ”

Why didn't the fat man say that he came down by himself but Ling Wenxuan came in, because it was also difficult for him to go out......

"Haha......" Ling Wenxuan couldn't help laughing when he looked at the fat man's fat eyes widening.

Ling Wenxuan walked to the other side, opened the car door, and went in.

"Where are you going?" The fat man asked.

"Whatever." Ling Wenxuan didn't care, he just wanted to wander around.

"Whatever, always casual, are you so casual? It's really ......," the fat man muttered as he drove off.

"Huh? Hmm...... "The fat man saw that Ling Wenxuan's expression seemed to be very different from before, he was basically sad every time he came out before, but now he felt a little high-spirited.

"Wen Xuan, why do you feel a little different?" The fat man asked.

Ling Wenxuan smiled: "You found out?" ”

"Nonsense, who is with whom the two of us, we've known each other since you were in elementary school. Is there anything about you that I don't know? I know what shit you're going to poop when you pout your ass, and I know if you're going to breathe or talk when you open your mouth. The fat man looked triumphant

Ling Wenxuan slapped the fat man's right arm hard, and his voice was particularly loud. But the fat man doesn't feel it at all, because there is too much fat, and it doesn't hurt at all.

"Can you say something nice in your mouth, and eat together, can you have some quality." Ling Wenxuan scolded with a smile.

"What's wrong." The fat man muttered, "Have we known each other for a short time?" It's been more than ten years, how can I say it wrong. ”

"......" Ling Wenxuan smiled, "Who said you were wrong, I said that there was something wrong with your expression." ”

Hearing this, the fat man was not happy: "I have a problem with the way I express it? I'm an author, a novelist, and you say there's something wrong with my expression? Just kidding......"

"Gotta get ......" Ling Wenxuan's head was big when he heard this, and this guy's chatter seemed to be because of the novel. I don't know if it's crazy to write too much, I didn't know it at all when I was a child.

After a moment of silence in the car, the fat man asked, "Wen Xuan, are you doing anything good today?" I've seen you steal fun several times, smiling like a blooming chrysanthemum. ”

"......" Ling Wenxuan didn't speak, only to see countless fists beckoning towards the fat man, this fat man not only chattered, but also had a very cheap mouth.

After venting his anger, Ling Wenxuan spoke: "It is indeed a good thing. ”

Ling Wenxuan smiled brightly.

The fat man muttered: "Laughing like this again, like a chrysanthemum......"

This cheap fat man Ling Wenxuan was speechless, ignored him and continued: "I have become a regular guest of a variety show. ”

"What?" The fat man was taken aback, according to his guess, he thought that Ling Wenxuan was probably valued by the director as a supporting actor or something, after all, he had been a stuntman for so long. I didn't expect such an accident to be a regular guest of a variety show. But what he couldn't figure out was, where did he get the stuff for him?

PS: Please be careful, don't suspect me just because Fat Man is the author of the novel. Ahem...... Definitely not. I'm handsome......

Ask for a collection recommendation for the fat man, and don't cry for the fat man to show you......