The next day, when Qin Feng woke up, he moved slightly, and there was a girl's chirping and humming in his ears.

He suddenly turned over and sat up, only to notice that his arm pressed against Wang Anruo's hair, and the latter was pulled when he moved his neck, and he also opened his hazy eyes.

"You're awake." Qin Feng said apologetically, "Didn't it hurt you?" ”

Wang Anruo shrank down, pulled the quilt to cover his cheeks, only showed a pair of eyes outside, shook his head and nodded.

"Hair doesn't hurt," she said with a blushing face, "but only hair doesn't hurt." ”

One sentence made Qin Feng a little embarrassed, and he didn't know what to say.

Even a man who is comfortable in the pile of women is ashamed in front of the woman he really likes, like a willow bud in early spring.

Qin Feng can not touch a leaf in the circle of celebrities in Guanhai City for several years, and the key is not to be careful.

Whether it is a man or a woman, it has always been easy to face those who don't like to stick it on themselves.

As long as you can get over the hurdle of conscience,

"I'll make you breakfast." He got up at once, got dressed, and slipped off to the kitchen.

Wang Anruo looked at his fleeing back and chuckled and thought it was funny, when had he ever seen Qin Feng, who was steady in everything, like this?

Wang Anruo supported his head with his hands, listened to the kissing sound of kitchen knives and boards in the kitchen, and thought to himself how many other looks of this man that he had never seen?

She's not in a hurry.

There are decades to explore slowly.

It just so happened that Qin Feng also had this meaning.

"Are you used to drinking porridge?"

Qin Feng peeled an egg and put it in front of Wang Anruo.

"Well, it's much better than buying it outside." Wang Anruo gently blew on the hot porridge and drank it in small sips, like a kitten afraid of being hot: "It's better than the breakfast shop under the big willow tree." ”

She was talking about the breakfast shop on the way to school when she was a child, and the husband and wife, both in their forties, made breakfast for the children passing by.

When she was a child, she told Qin Feng that it was the most delicious breakfast in her impression, with the taste of childhood.

"We have a holiday the day after tomorrow, and I will go back to Jiangcheng on the same day." Qin Feng said: "When you have had enough fun in Jiangcheng, the holiday is over, I will talk to Uncle Wang about marriage when I go to your house again." ”

This matter came out of Qin Feng's mouth casually like deciding what to eat in the morning, going out to take the bus or the subway.

And Wang Anruo just nodded slightly, mumbled, still drinking porridge with his head down.

It seems random, but they all know that life is in the world, and this is inevitable to face.

Some people are open-minded and willing to enjoy life for life; Some people are reluctant, just to cope with their parents.

And more are like Qin Feng and Wang Anruo, who met people who were willing to grow old together.

One of them had passed his twenty-sixth birthday, and the other had turned twenty-seven last night.

Talking about marriage is a sure thing, not to mention that they don't hate it.

"I'm going back to my hometown in Jiangnan today." Wang Anruo suddenly seemed to think of something, and his eyes sparkled: "I will be very busy next, and when I can rarely go home to see my grandfather, I have to go back to see him...... You know, there are some things that my dad said doesn't count, and you have to go see him sooner or later. ”

Wang Anruo's grandfather.

Qin Feng had already conceived of this person countless times in his mind, he supported Wang Anruo's childhood, raised three sons of Uncle Wang, and had the majesty of a general.

He looked down and took an egg, and with a slight pinch, the shell cracked.

Something is like this eggshell, is it a sticky egg wash or a refreshing hard-boiled egg when broken?

Qin Feng stayed in the Qingshan community until it was close to noon, and made a lunch for Wang Anruo before leaving after she took a nap and lay down.

He finally drove the Hongqi H9 back to his rental house, and Wang Anruo said it was a birthday gift for him.

The car in Uncle Wang's place is also parked downstairs to eat ashes, it is better to drive it first, and it is better to send it for maintenance on time than to park it all the time.

"It's a bit flamboyant to go to work."

Qin Feng stood by the bedroom window and watched the neighbors downstairs stop and look puzzled as they passed by in front of the car, thinking that it was better to go on a date with Wang Anruo on the weekend.

"You can drive back to Jiangcheng during the eleventh holiday, just find a parking lot in Jiangcheng and park it, and you don't have to drive home." Qin Feng made a plan in his heart: "If An Ruo really wants to come, he can't take her on the bus to play in Jiangcheng." ”

After a pause, he smiled and closed the curtains, "I think An Ruo should be afraid that her identity will be exposed, no wonder she always wore a mask before, I thought it was a strong sense of protection." ”

The light was cut off by the curtains, and the bedroom was plunged into darkness.

He turned on the lamp at the head of the bed, and a little fluorescence was like a scholar rushing to take the exam reading at night in the temple.

In addition, the brush he took out as soon as he turned over his hand made it even more emotional.

It's just that this brush is obviously not used for writing.

"Maybe you can use this thing to help An Ruo." Qin Feng looked at the system props in his hand: "If it is those famous lyricists who are substituted, and use their lyricism skills to get their own writing and thinking skills, it is estimated that it should be possible." ”

After thinking about it, he turned on the computer, searched for the top lyricist in today's Chinese music scene, carefully analyzed their style, and then chose one that matched Fang Nianwei.

[Recite his name and imagination in his heart, and you can think of what he thinks and see what he sees.] 】

Qin Feng held the brush in his hand and slowly closed his eyes.

Taking a few deep breaths, he stood motionless in the room, as if he had settled down.

After a few minutes like this, he suddenly raised his eyebrows, then frowned tightly, slowly raised his hand, and wrote the first stroke in mid-air with a brush.

A magical scene happened, the place where the brush crossed in mid-air left a blue ink, and then Qin Feng didn't stop, the speed of writing accelerated, as if he had adapted to something, and the pen was not sour, it became more and more smooth.

After a while, everywhere Qin Feng could reach in the air in the room was covered with blue handwriting, and it was vaguely clear that it was the lyrics, but it was not very coherent, and the style was constantly changing.

It's like two people discussing literature together, and finally they slowly form a unity.

Qin Feng stopped his pen and opened his eyes to look at the words around him, his eyes becoming clear and bright.

"After substitution, I realized that no matter what industry, how much difference a beginner is between a beginner and a top professional."

He looked at the brush in his hand, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and the book was already in his chest.

One of the three shiny lines on the barrel has dimmed, indicating that one use has been missing.

Qin Feng turned his hand and put the brush back into the system backpack, and the words around him turned into streamers and entered Qin Feng's forehead.

He hurried to the computer, created a new document, and began to compose a song for Wang Anruo that was perfectly suitable for her.

"Hope it can help you during the game." Qin Feng muttered to himself, his fingers fluttering on the keyboard, as if he was usually writing, and came to his home field.

(End of chapter)