Zhao Mengyao had a small amount of rice, and after drinking a bowl of porridge, she was already full, and she felt that her head was a little painful, and she felt that it might be the reason why she slept too late yesterday, so she said hello to Steward Zhu, and planned to go upstairs to rest again.

However, as soon as I entered the room, I remembered that when I was just taken away by Chen Haotian yesterday, the melody that sounded in my head had not yet been recorded.

Taking advantage of the fact that her memory was not completely blurred, Zhao Mengyao forcibly cheered up and walked into the practice room with some excitement.

She has no professional piano training, but she has just learned a little from others, and she can only be regarded as good at playing, not particularly well. Zhao Mengyao couldn't put it down and stroked the piano, which looked very expensive, and said to herself: "It's a pity to let me, a layman, use it." ”

For her, the piano is just a tool that can record the melodies that come out of her head.

What she is really passionate about and good at is writing music.

The sound insulation in this practice room is very good. Zhao Mengyao didn't have any scruples, sat down on the chair in front of the piano, then tilted her head and thought for a while, and then played on the black and white keys.

Start with a few simple notes to form a smooth melody, then add accompaniment, change a few rhythms, and add a chord......

Zhao Mengyao happily swam in the world composed of musical notes, forgetting the passage of time.

It's her bad thing. As soon as you are immersed in creation, it is easy to get carried away. It's the reason for being too focused.

So after she was interrupted by a strong headache, she looked up and looked out the window, it was all dark.

Zhao Mengyao took out her mobile phone and looked at the time, and found that it was almost six o'clock. She played the piano for three hours, and the original thin melody had already taken shape into a complete piece.

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But Zhao Mengyao had a terrible headache at this time, and her whole body was hot and cold, so she really didn't have the heart to continue. I was going to go back to bed and lie down for a while.

However, when she stood up, she was too anxious, and she got up suddenly, her eyes were dark, her legs were weak, she fell to the cold ground, her head hit the corner of the table beside her, and she was unconscious at once.

Zhao Mengyao felt in a daze that someone was calling her name in a hurry, and hugged her, the voice was like a soul.

It's too noisy.

Zhao Mengyao wanted to punch him, but he really didn't have much strength, his whole body was soft, and he couldn't even move a finger.

After a while, it seemed like a lot of people were running around her. The footsteps are chaotic and flustered. Another man's angry roar.

"Hurry up for me!!"

The noise hurt her brain. But a deep tiredness tugged at her mind, and she fell into a deep sleep again.

When Zhao Mengyao woke up, the first thing she heard was an unfamiliar male voice.

With a clean, young voice, he said in a deliberately low voice: "The boss hurriedly called us back for this woman?" ”

The other replied in a somewhat honest voice: "This is the woman recognized by the master, and you should call her the master mother." ”

"Cut, I won't admit it. This woman who looks weak to death still wants to be our mistress? The other male voice was a little seductive, sounding like a flower butterfly flying in the dark night.

"That's enough, shut up. If the young master finds out that we are talking about his woman, we will have to walk around without eating. ”

The first man to speak out snorted: "God, you are still so cowardly." ”

"Yangtian, you show respect."

"Shut up. She woke up. Didn't you notice? A cold female voice rang out.