In less than three hours, Lian Qing already felt that there was nothing to clean up in the house.

Lying on the bed and listening for a while, I found that Chen Nuo had been kneading the paper balls except for a few phone calls, which sounded particularly irritable.

Lian Qing grinned, picked up the mineral water bottle on the bedside table, found a position almost above Chen Nuo, and let go of it was a "touch"!

Chen Nuo was used to the days when there was no one upstairs, so he was so frightened that his cup overturned.

He scrambled to clean up for a while.

Just as she had calmed down and was about to continue, Lian Qing kicked the bottle again, letting it gurt and roll on the floor.

Chen Nuo took a deep breath and thought about it carefully, what tune was he planning to write just now?

Lian Qing jumped out of bed and ran to pick up the bottle happily.

After several times, Chen Nuo couldn't bear it anymore and lifted the things on the table.

After a while, there seemed to be no movement upstairs, and Chen Nuo was relieved to pick up the half-written score again.

There was another "bang", and I didn't know what had fallen upstairs.

Chen Nuo was tortured for an afternoon without writing anything, and decided to go out for a walk in the evening in search of inspiration.

Lian Qing glanced from the balcony and saw him wearing sunglasses and a hat to go out at night, and felt that he was missing a label behind his back - pretending.

Is this going out for a walk, or is it rushing to tell passers-by: Look at me as a star! Come and recognize me! Find me for a photo and autograph!

There was no one around, and there was no surveillance on the balcony to photograph her, and she slid from her home to downstairs with great agility.

Chen Nuo didn't lock the balcony, and from this point of view, the room was full of crumpled messy paper balls.

The computer was still on, and on it was a half-finished line that made Lianqing's eyes hurt.

The picture is vulgar and does not rhyme.

This is the strength of the "creative talent" Chen Nuo?

Even if he didn't confirm with Zhou Xinglan, Lian Qing knew that it was impossible for him to plagiarize this kind of person.

But where did his song that resembles the wind boy come from?

Time was limited tonight, so she just flipped through it, grabbed a few more balls of paper and left.

Familiarize yourself with the terrain first, and then prepare the tools for committing the crime.

For example, a USB drive that copies computer data or something.

Chen Nuo went out for about two or three hours.

After Lianqing lived for a few days, she found that his daily life was quite regular.

I got up in the morning to go to work in Jingwa, went out at about the same time as her, and came back in the evening, and when I came back, I was in a daze with the instruments and lyrics.

If you can't write, you go crazy, and you go around the room, tapping this and that, trying to find creative ideas from the sound of musical instruments.

When I was inspired, I would suddenly rush to the table and quietly reminisce about the tunes that came out of my head.

Of course, usually at this time, Lian Qing will make some movement for him.

Chen Nuo couldn't stand being tortured for a few days, so he went upstairs to talk to the residents above him.

Lian Qing didn't open the door for him.

Chen Nuo continued to look, and she asked inside, "Who?" ”

As soon as Chen Nuo finished introducing herself, she pinched her throat and said, "Oh, you are the resident downstairs who likes to play the piano and beat the drum at night?" ”

"It's a big night, it's not appropriate for me, a woman who lives alone, to open the door for you, you're here to apologize, right?"

"I know you don't know the new residents here, it's okay, I'm a very generous person, you just have to be quiet next time!"

"Okay, I won't tell you, I'm going to play a game, and if I don't go back, my teammates will curse, goodbye, and I don't have to go out of my way to make a trip for this kind of trivial matter in the future."

Chen Nuo: ......