"Writing songs, calling parents, what's the relationship between the two?"

Regarding Wang Heng's question, Pei Ningle thought about it and found it difficult to describe it in words. So she handed the notebook to Wang Heng.

On the book,There are a lot of numbers.,Some numbers are also marked with black dots above or below - it's obvious that this is a simple score.,The punctuation above the numbers is an octave higher.,The punctuation below is a lower octave.。 Most of these numbers have been crossed out by heavy handwriting, and they are considered invalid. The tunes that have survived, only a small part of them.

Wang Heng was not very sensitive to melody, and such a messy score made him even more confused.

However, although he couldn't read the score, he understood Pei Ningle's creative method.

This girl doesn't like to write songs according to routines, doesn't like cliché love songs, and has a strong desire for self-expression. Every song she writes carefully expresses her own emotions and thoughts. Perhaps it is for this reason that although her skills have become more and more profound later, she has never been able to become popular, just a niche singer.

At this time, Pei Ningle is still just a bar singer who attracts the audience with his voice. Staring at the young man in front of her, she asked a little nervously, "What do you think?" ”

Wang Heng returned the notebook and replied with the most conservative option: "I don't understand it at all." Anyway, you have to call your parents, right, so let's fight now, it's not good to keep it from them. ”

However, Pei Ningle was not willing to end the topic like this. In the dozens of days she has been away from home, she has met many people, but the only one who makes her feel that it is possible to understand her own thoughts is the young man in front of her.

"Have you forgotten? I told you...... I like music that is honest about myself, so I ......"

The girl was anxious to explain, but when the words came to her lips, she couldn't find the right words for a while.

Seeing her like this, Wang Heng couldn't help but feel a little anxious for her, so he helped her summarize: "You mean the unity of words and deeds, right?" ”

Pei Ningle's eyes lit up: "Yes, words and deeds are one!" Writing a song is like writing a story, I want to finish that melody, like a story needs an ending. At the beginning of the story, my parents stopped me, so they had to ...... at the end of the story. I'm going to tell them what I did and then their reaction ...... to me"

"Their reaction, the change in your mood, is the end of the song?"

"That's right!"

Wang Heng applauded and said: "It's worthy of you, this idea is simply an artist!" Then don't hesitate, it's not even ten o'clock, it's not too late, hurry up and call them! ”

Hearing 'now', Pei Ningle couldn't help but be a little timid: "I originally wanted to call again tomorrow......"

"Today's business is done today, so let's do it now!"

Just kidding, how could Wang Heng let her delay? If Wang Heng had a phone call from her parents, she would have called two weeks ago and asked someone to bring this girl back! Now that Pei Ningle finally has the consciousness of throwing himself into the net, of course he has to supervise it.

Pei Ningle shrunk his neck: "I suddenly regretted it a little......"

"No, no, no, be brave," Wang Heng cheered her on with a pleasant face, "Since you have decided to take the creative path of the real experience school, then go on bravely, don't give up halfway." If you don't have a complete structure and a sense of authenticity, then what's the difference between the songs you write and the ordinary ones on the market? ”

These words hit the girl's heart.

Pei Ningle took a deep breath, and his immature face became more and more determined: "You're right, I'll call now!" ”

Wang Heng nodded with satisfaction: "That's right." In other words, do your parents know that you are in Rongdu? ”

The girl replied, "They know." Let me tell you, they all called the police when they ran away from home, and I entered the police station as soon as I arrived in the imperial capital! Later, the police determined that I was not trafficked, so they arranged for a ticket to send me back, and then I slipped away at the train station......"

Wang Heng patted his head, and he understood why this girl was so skilled at skipping that flight at that time, it turned out that she had a criminal record! You must know that after Wang Heng met her in the imperial capital, he had never heard of this kind of black history.

Pei Ningle continued: "So later, I still had to contact them every day, lest they call the police again. But I don't want to call them, so they don't know what I'm going on......"

Wang Heng frowned, realizing the strangeness in it.

He asked, "You're an 18-year-old girl who ran away from home and they don't care about you?" If you can text and get in touch, they won't come to you or send you money? ”

Pei Ningle pouted: "I don't let them come to me, I don't tell them where I am." I deleted all the text messages they advised me to send and didn't reply. ”

Wang Heng: "What about the money?" They don't care about your living expenses? ”

Pei Ningle: "I said that I work at a convenience store, and I don't need their living expenses. They seem to think that as long as I work outside for a long time and endure enough hardships, they feel like they are going back......"

Wang Heng felt that the truth was probably not the same as the girl imagined. But he didn't speculate about anything, just said, "Then let's call." ”

Pei Ningle nodded, took out the old button machine, and dialed the phone.

A few seconds later, a slightly grumpy middle-aged woman's voice came out. Although Pei Ningle did not turn on the speakerphone, the other party's voice was not small, and the volume of the earpiece of the old mobile phone was loud, so Wang Heng could also hear it clearly.

"You're embarrassed to call! Stinky girl, where did you die! ”

This voice was sharp and harsh, making Wang Heng frown slightly.

Pei Ningle subconsciously shrunk his neck, and whispered weakly: "Mom, I'm ...... in Rongdu"

"I know you're in Rongdu!" Pei's mother interrupted, "Your father and I are also here, and we have been staring at you for a few days!" ”

Pei Ningle's eyes widened in surprise, and he opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Pei Mu continued to reprimand: "You are not a child either, can you deceive us with that kind of words?" Let's work at a convenience store or a bar! ”

Pei Ningle: "You ...... See? ”

Pei Mu: "We also went in and drank!" You can endure it, you still sing, and you partner with a bar to deceive people! When did your dad and I get divorced? When did you have another brother? ”

Pei Ningle was completely speechless.

At this time, there was a different person on the other side of the phone, probably because Pei's father snatched the phone.

"Xiaole, have you figured it out now?" Father Pei asked, "You're still in the bar, aren't you?" Do you want us to go over now? ”

"Good...... ......."

Pei Ningle hung up the phone in a daze.

Wang Heng clasped his hands in front of his chest and smiled: "Isn't it unexpected? Surprised? ”

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