After lunch, everyone went upstairs one after another and went back to their rooms.

Jun Wan hesitated for a moment and picked up Nana, ran to the kitchen to poke her head out, Qi Jin and Jiang Xia were cleaning up the kitchen.

Forget it, go upstairs first, and come down later. Jun Wan thought so, the lyrics are still a little unfamiliar. Entering the room, Jun Wan put Nana on the bed, turned out a pen and paper, padd a book, lay on the bed and began to write the lyrics silently, singing with a faint air flow while writing.

From time to time, Nana scratched Junwan's moving hand with her paws, and she had a lot of fun.

always felt wrong, Jun Wan's pen drew a long line on the paper: "Alas, what if I can't find the feeling." The little head hit the bed again and again, and the tip of the pen made another circle on the paper.

Digging under the pillow and tearing open the candy wrapper, the smell of the plum suppressed the inexplicable irritability in Jun Wan's heart - I haven't been so weak for a long time.

Although it is said that there is a specialization in the art industry, there is a sense of frustration. Simply lying on the bed and closing her eyes, Nana lay down next to Jun Wan.

The door was not closed, but Jiang Xia still knocked on the door: "Is it convenient for me to come in?" ”

As soon as the bullet jumped, Jun Wan looked at the person leaning on the door, and immediately reacted: "It's okay." Then he sat down on the edge of the bed and fished Nana into his arms.

Jiang Xia saw the pen and paper on the bed at a glance, leaned over and picked it up, drew a few strokes on the paper and handed it to Jun Wan, and asked with a smile, "Do you want tutoring?" ”

Jun Wan looked at the extra leaves and flowers on the paper: "Yes." ”

"Wait."

Jun Wan tilted his head in confusion, and asked what was wrong.

Qi Jin ran in happily with the computer headset, and then dragged three chairs to the small balcony with one hand.

Jun Wan looked at it and didn't make a sound.

"Xiaowan, let's go over, our boss is going to make a big move. You start, just treat me like air. "I sat on the far left and put on my headphones.

"Let's go over." Jiang Xia picked up Nana and walked over first.

"Hmm." Jun Wan followed behind with a pen and paper.

The three of them sat side by side, Qi Jin concentrated on writing his own songs, smiled at Jun Wan and continued to immerse himself in his own world.

Jiang Xia took the pen and paper and drew a little fox: "Have you seen the little prince?" ”

Jun Wan nodded: "Saint-Exupéry wrote it, I have read it a few times." ”

Jiang Xia nodded, and drew another rose on the paper: "If it were you, would you choose a rose or a little fox." ”

Jun Wan glanced at it and didn't answer directly: "The little prince loves roses." ”

"But what I want to choose is the little fox, sincere, warm, it gives the little prince the opportunity to choose, to admit that he is tamed but not humble." There was another figure sitting side by side with the little fox on the paper, and Jiang Xia returned the pen and paper to Jun Wan.

Jun Wan looked at it for a while, raised his pen, and added a sunset cloud meadow, and then nodded with satisfaction: "I know, is "I heard" about the story of the little prince?" ”

"Yes and no, we don't have a story of roses here, and Narrator wants to be that little fox, not perfect yet."

"So, it's chicken soup." A light suddenly flashed in his heart, and Jun Wan looked at Jiang Xia with a smile.

Jiang Xia just smiled slightly: "Look at you, singing or something is similar to your acting, you need your understanding, you can communicate with the character, and you can also communicate with the song." ”

"So, is this the end of your story?" Jun Wan glanced at the time—it hadn't been ten minutes.

"You understand the song, the story is over, okay, Junwan, good afternoon, Nana, I'll take it away." Jiang Xia crossed Jun Wan and took off Qi Jin's headphones: "Go back to sleep." ”

Qi Jin happily followed Jiang Xia out again.