I also don't know when this chapter will be uploaded, and if it is earlier than the first three chapters, the plot may be a bit discontinuous.

Sorry, sorry... Even if you don't know Jieyu's profession, as long as you walk into her room, you can guess it.

No way, there are too many paintings in her room! Drawing, Chinese painting, oil painting, landscape, animal, abstract, realistic....... There are so many categories that you can't even count.

Many, but not miscellaneous, each painting is framed beautifully. Although the height of the hanging on the wall is different, it is staggered, and it seems to be arranged according to a certain law, and at a glance, there is a little bit of beauty that is full of flowers.

Except for the paintings on the wall, the room layout is not much different from other girls. The overall decoration style tends to be simplified, and there is no strong color embellishment.

At this time, Jieyu was sitting in front of the dresser, and she was looking at a painting in the mirror. This is a sketch of a character, and the protagonist is none other than herself.

At the same time, it is also a very special painting. The special thing is that the whole room is painted by hers, but this one is not.

In the painting, she is dignified and wealthy, especially the smile that is slightly raised at the corner of her mouth, exuding infinite softness.

Looking at her smiled, laughed and laughed and cried again. She underestimated the magic of love. According to her plan, she will wait with a non-intrusive attitude.

Waiting for Han Shuang to see her sincerity one day, and then wake up. But after only two days of waiting, she couldn't stand it anymore.

When she misses him so much, let alone two days, she doesn't want to wait even for a second, she just wants to see him.

It's a pity that things don't go according to people's wishes. Han Shuang has been missing for five days, and he has snubbed her for five days. It was only five days, but to her, it seemed like five years.

Every night, she falls asleep very late, and then she dreams frequently and wakes up frequently. She knew Han Shuang's purpose and could understand his approach.

In love, everyone is selfish, Han Shuang is, why isn't she? She just didn't want to face reality.

Tears covered his eyes, and the scene in front of him slowly became blurred. Even if she is selfish, she is not a very unreasonable person.

As Han Shuang guessed, she has her own pride. In this love with no future in sight, she has already had the idea of retreating.

Suddenly, a sigh sounded behind him. Jieyu hurriedly wiped the corners of her eyes, and then got up.

"Dad....." Tang Jieshan's eyes were full of love, and he said with a smile: "I should have been sad to see you so sad, but for some reason, my heart is very comfortable." I'm a little worried about your growth. I'm worried that you won't be able to accept defeat, and it turns out that you're a little stronger than I thought. Jieyu barely squeezed out a smile,

"Dad, it's not what you think, Han Shuang and I ...... Just friends. Tang Jie said: "Dad doesn't care what the relationship is, I only care about the result." Han Shuang is very good, and he has gathered almost all the advantages of men, even if it is me, I have to admit this fact. It's just that you have to believe in your fate. Dad went from a humble workshop to this scale, with only one belief, and that was to go with the flow. What you lose is not necessarily good, what you can hold in your hands is yours. After speaking, Tang Jieshan gently patted Jieyu's shoulder, turned around and walked away.

When she was about to walk to the door, Jieyu suddenly said, "Dad, I want to study abroad for a while." Tang Jieshan nodded: "I'll arrange it." ”...... On the sixth day of coming to the Innocence Manor, the sun was good, even a little hot.

Huang Han still didn't let go of Han Shuang and asked him to help build a shelf for cucumbers and beans. There are many bamboo poles prepared in advance in the corners of the wall, all of which are well-proportioned, finger thick, and two meters long.

Han Shuang is not reluctant to do some work, he can accept a little sweat, the only thing that makes him aggrieved is that he works under the sun, while Huang Han lies leisurely on the rocking chair, eating watermelon while commanding remotely.

This is too unserious to take the most legendary Qu Dad in Zhongzhou seriously! Han Shuang complained while working hard.

There is no way, the personal rights have been sold to her, and there is still one day before she can regain her freedom. Originally, he longed for this kind of leisure and leisurely life, but the sweat on his head made him temporarily dispel this idea.

Actually, sitting in an air-conditioned room doesn't seem to be bad. Finally, I finished the work before lunch was ready. Han Shuang went to take a shower before coming down to eat.

"Do you think you have gained anything in the past few days?" Huang Han asked with a smile.

"That's what I want to ask you." Han Shuang replied without raising his head.

"You answer me first." After thinking for a while, Han Shuang replied: "Once again, I realized my mother's hard work, as well as my father." ”

"What about yourself?"

"It's okay, I sweat a little often, and my metabolism is good." Huang Han was very satisfied with this answer, and said with a smile: "I am the harvest is your feeling." ”？

Han Shuang frowned slightly, not very understanding.

"You'll find out tomorrow." After leaving this mysterious sentence, Huang Han stood up and walked to the stairs.

"Don't forget to wash the dishes and chopsticks." Although she knew that Han Shuang would definitely do it, she still reminded her.

You'll know tomorrow....... What the hell did she let herself do? Do you still have to sweat at work?

After thinking about it for a while, he didn't come up with a reason, so he simply didn't want to, the boat naturally went straight to the bridge, and he was actually quite curious about what this thing was.

After washing the dishes and chopsticks, I went back to the bedroom and slept a beautiful nap. Huang Han on the other side didn't sleep today, or she didn't close her eyes when she was lying on the sofa.

At this time, she was holding a brief score and carefully considering it. ......

"Han Shuang, get up!" Han Shuang had already woken up, but looking at the scorching sunshine outside the window, he felt a little scared for no reason.

Sleeping in casual clothes delays time. He still knows Huang Han very well, this is a very gentle woman, and when she learns that she hasn't woken up, she shouldn't knock on the door again.

However, he guessed the beginning, but not the end. Huang Han did not knock or shout again, but directly pushed the door and walked in.

Seeing that she walked into the room without saying hello, out of instinct, Han Shuang was startled. He now has a psychological shadow on the girl who broke into his room rashly.

"What are you doing?" Huang Han smiled: "Shouldn't I say this?" You're already awake, why don't you pretend you didn't hear? Han Shuang was a little embarrassed, and said truthfully: "I thought you were going to let me stay in the sun again, so I didn't answer you." Huang Han covered his mouth and smiled: "Don't worry, it won't make you sweat in the future, get up, come to the third floor." With that, she turned and walked out of the room, not forgetting to close the door.

When he came to the third floor, Han Shuang knew Huang Han's purpose. It turned out that she had written an original song and wanted to give herself some pointers to see if there was anything that needed to be improved.

At that moment, he couldn't help but laugh and said, "You finally let me do something within my profession, if it's two days late, I'll have to charge." Huang Han's song is called "Encounter", at first glance, it seems to be writing about the encounter with himself in the past few days, but the lyrics are mixed with some emotional experiences and insights.

It's like missing a relationship, or reminiscing about someone. The words are a bit interesting, but the song lacks a little charm.

It's too peaceful, and it doesn't match emotionally rich words. Han Shuang asked her to sing it first, and the effect was the same as he thought, and the style of music was not released.

How do you describe this feeling? It's like a half-deflated basketball, no matter how hard you try, you can't shoot it.

But if you want to be full of gas, you almost have to rearrange the music, and there is no trace of the original. After thinking about it for a while, Han Shuang took the pen and rearranged the prelude and chorus for her, and the melody of the main song rose a key.

When I sing it again, the rhythm is much smoother. Not only does the lyrics fit, but the style of music is also very suitable for Huang Han's singing style.

Even Huang Han himself feels that this version of Han Shuang's adaptation, whether it is singing or listening, is extremely comfortable!

couldn't help but praise at the moment: "Han Shuang, you are really a demon!" People who don't come into contact with you will never realize how high your evil is! Han Shuang smiled indifferently and said, "When I listened to you sing just now, I just thought of a half-finished product, I sang it for you to listen to, I guess you should like it." ”

"Yes, yes!" Huang Han looked forward to it. Han Shuang walked to the piano, and with the sound of the flowing piano, he spoke softly: The bell in the distance echoed in the rain~ We held hands under the eaves and listened~ The wedding in the fantasy church~ It was held to bless the two of us~ All the way from the mud to the beautiful scenery~ Accustomed to finding courage in each other's eyes~ I am so tired that I am powerless and will always want to kiss you~ I can forget the hardships of love~~ We agreed......