"The message of the night? Ahh ”

Ning Yidong kept scratching his hair, looking a little anxious, like an ant on a hot pot, "How should I get this, why can't I even think about the beginning, no, how can I be blamed for this, obviously Uncle Li doesn't talk about martial arts, and he has such a difficult question for me." ”

But why is he so stretched thin at this time?

Because, tonight he is going to hand in the "homework" assigned by Li Haoyang before.

In fact, he has been unknowingly delaying this for more than a month, originally, it was going to be completed more than a month ago, but Ning Yidong insisted on prevaricating Li Haoyang on the grounds that the pharmacy was in a hurry for more than a month, and asked him to help him extend the deadline indefinitely.

Fortunately, Li Haoyang has been busy for more than a month, and he doesn't have time to come to his pharmacy to see his old problems and massages, otherwise, he is afraid that he will expose his stuffing, which will be embarrassing.

However, he was still scolded by Li Haoyang on the phone, and after the scolding, they agreed and made a bet that tonight would be the final deadline.

In fact, Ning Yidong didn't want to bet on it, but he got on the top of it as soon as he was excited, and he really took care of him.

If they don't turn it in tonight, Ning Yidong may really be like they bet, somewhere can't do it.

However, how can a real man say no!

He couldn't accept that!

"What does the night tell us?"

"He can't speak, so he's a ghost."

"Isn't it anthropomorphic?"

Ning Yidong kept plucking the guitar strings in his hand, but his mind was not on it at all, he was thinking about how to start himself.

But, in a few moments, his hand was bounced off the guitar strings.

Ah, it really hurts.

Ning Yidong looked at his fingers that were a little red and swollen because of the injury, then looked at the guitar strings that trembled slightly, and sighed.

"Ah Yixi."

Suddenly, he had an idea, and a bold idea came to his mind.

"Ah, yes, why does it have to be the night to convey something to me, why not express what I want to convey to it."

"With things and people, people are nurtured in things, just as the effect of force is mutual, I am the master of the night, and the night controls my mood, its thoughts are my thoughts, and my thoughts can also express their thoughts."

"Wonderful, wonderful, really a wonderful frog seed..."

Got a small hint in life, even if it was inadvertent bad news, it can give you inspiration, Ning Yidong thought of this, and confidently started creating.

The night, he thought, was quiet and mysterious, so the music should be faint.

The night is like a cup of tea, a few sips, enough to quench your thirst, and then talk about masturbation, it is so mysterious, evocative, want to find out.

A blank space on the score may be more mysterious, and it can also lay the groundwork for the message it wants to convey.

"Then I'll try not to use the prelude, it's a casual assignment anyway, and it's not an exam."

If you leave a blank in the exam, you really don't get a score.

Ning Yidong did not draw the relevant notes in front of the six-line staff, but left them empty, which means that there is no accompaniment in this part, and because the single has an irreplaceable pure beauty.

"That's not right, why can't you let the vocals fit into the instrument, isn't the human voice a better instrument?"

Ning Yidong had a bold idea, so he marked it on the score, definitely not because he was too lazy to draw, but because he did think so, well, that's right.

The human voice is the most unpredictable and controllable, and therefore the most beautiful one in his opinion.

This is the experience that Ning Yidong summed up after watching his sister Ning Yizhuo keep singing and breaking the sound since he was a child.

Ning Yidong kept playing the guitar, walked to the piano from time to time to play a few times, and then continued to improve in his own care, and finally completed the brief score before the chorus.

However, he is not very satisfied with these, he feels that more diverse instruments are better, however, other instruments, he can't, so he can only give up.

"Chorus? The chorus can't be the same as before, at least change the melody a little more, perhaps, you can adopt a different idea, not the catchy one. ”

Ning Yidong felt that his thoughts were surging at this time, and his imagination was free.

He remembered his encouragement to Liu Zhimin that night, and he encouraged her to work hard in a different way, so can he also change his thinking.

"So, how about diluting it by changing knots?"

Ning Yidong inadvertently played for a while, he found that this was a bit of a surprise, this effect was unexpectedly good, at least in his opinion, this broke through his previous creation.

"Ah, Sister Yuzu, it's you."

Liu Zhimin: What does this matter to me? Still, hear me say thank you......

So far, he has found that in the small part of his composition, its sections are clear and short, like vines that continue to branch and whirl, spreading all around and penetrating in every detail.

He felt that he had done a very good job at this time, definitely not because of self-confidence, but because he felt good about his whimsical self.

"That's it, ready to turn in, it's recommended to sleep."

"No, buddy hasn't taken a shower yet."

Before entering the bathroom, he noticed that something seemed to be missing somewhere on the small table in the doorway.

It seems to be an ivory-colored article of the year.

He remembered that it was the umbrella, "I remember that umbrella seems to have been lent to someone else, oh, it was the petite girl I met with her head buried on the side of the road when Brother Xu and I went to Busan." ”

Although he didn't see her clearly at the time, he was a little embarrassed to see her, it should be because he didn't bring an umbrella in the rain, just when he and Jiang Xu were alone, he handed his umbrella to her and hurried away, otherwise he wouldn't be able to catch the last train back to Seoul.

"It seems that I can't get that umbrella back, so let's buy another one."

Although he said that, the corners of Ning Yidong's mouth did rise.

After all, giving kindness to others when they need it is within your capacity is also a way to make yourself happy.

So thinking of this, Ning Yidong entered the bathroom, and then after washing up quickly, he took a picture of the simple score and six-line staff with his mobile phone, opened the social software and passed it to Li Haoyang.

And pretended to be forced to attach two words, "Occasionally." ”

After that, he dried his hair, lay down on the bed, covered himself with a quilt, and said, "Good night, Makabaka." ”

After a while, he fell asleep.

However, after he went to sleep, the mobile phone screen at the bedside suddenly lit up.

If you look closely, there are messages coming from it one after another, because he turned on Do Not Disturb before going to bed, so no sound came out.

After the message failed, another incoming call continued to appear on the phone screen.

The remark on it is naturally "Uncle Li", but how could Ning Yidong notice it, he had already unloaded his burden and galloped on the battlefield in his dream.

Late night passer-by, have you fallen asleep and reaped that peace of mind, that's it, good night.

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