He sat down at the piano, slowly rested his fingers on the keys, and played smoothly.

The melodious music echoed in the room, the man sitting at the piano was handsome and clear, the sun reflected his side face, in the warm light and shadow, beautiful as a picture.

Probably the Prince Charming described in fairy tales is like this, right?

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

When Jiang Xingyi turned to Jiang Yu, he saw that she also happened to raise her head.

She put down the pen in her hand, put the paper on the table, and commented, "It's good." ”

"But there has been no inspiration for the follow-up, so it has been left here and never finished."

"I'll finish it."

Jiang Xingyi only thought that Jiang Yu was encouraging him, "Of course, your brother and I are original singers, and we have to write several songs a year." ”

Jiang Yu didn't say anything more.

Later, after staying at Jiang Xingyi's house for a while, Jiang Yu got up to say goodbye, Jiang Xingyi sent her out of the community, helped her stop the car, gave the fare, and wrote down the license plate number before leaving.

When he got home, he smiled at Jiang Yu's obedient appearance, and then returned to his studio.

In the process of getting along with Jiang Yu just now, he had some inspiration again, and he had to write it down quickly, so as not to forget it later.

Jiang Xingyi tried to play the tune while noting down the tune, and the time passed minute by minute.

He stood up and stretched, his gaze falling on a piece of paper on the table.

Thinking that Jiang Yu was sitting at the table at that time, writing and drawing on the paper with a pen, Jiang Xingyi was a little curious and wanted to see what the little sister had written.

He walked over and picked up the paper.

There was an extra string of numbers on the half-cut sheet of paper.

Jiang Xingyi didn't care too much, maybe the little sister just wrote it casually, maybe she thought of some math problem.

Although the little sister seems to be a little embarrassed when he thinks of math problems when he is playing the piano.

Although it seems a little rude to make a draft on a musician's score, it is someone else, and Xiaomei is not someone else.

Jiang Xingyi went to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of boiled water, he was still thinking about perfecting the inspiration of the section he had just had, hummed a short paragraph as he walked, and wrote a small string of simple scores when he returned to the studio.

After writing, Jiang Xingyi played it again and revised the score.

Then, when he was revising, he suddenly thought of something, and an inspiration flashed in his mind, so he quickly took the piece of paper that Jiang Yu left a mark just now, and then looked carefully, and he subconsciously played the string of numbers

Jiang Xingyi: !!

If that string of numbers is used as a musical score, this piece of music and his half-section of the score really match perfectly!

Jiang Xingyi played it again, and suddenly his inspiration was like a spring, and he continued to write!

The light and shadow on the floor are getting longer and longer.

By the time Jiang Xingyi revised it over and over again, and felt that he was finally almost satisfied, the sky was dark.

He turned on the light in his room, his face still bright, and he didn't feel tired for a minute.

Jiang Xingyi made a phone call and went out.

"It's me, the theme song of the new album, I've already written the song, the words haven't been filled in yet, I'll send it to you first."

Hanging up the phone, Jiang Xingyi breathed a sigh of relief.

It's his tradition to release a new album a year, and the theme song of this year's new album has not been decided, but now it has finally been settled.

merely

A question appeared in Jiang Xingyi's mind.

That string of numbers, was it written casually by the little sister?