The night was getting darker, and Xu Zhe was reading the company's report when he heard a knock on the door. After opening the door and letting Song Xingye in, he heard such an offer from the girl's mouth.

"Where did Mr. Xu write the lyrics of that song? Otherwise, let me try. ”

Xu Zhe: "You mean the ugly song?" ”

Song Xingye: "That's right. ”

Xu Zhe: "Do you know how to write songs?" ”

Song Xingye blinked: "If you read and listen too much, you will want to write something." I've tried to write some before, but I haven't shown them to anyone else, and I can't seem to find them now. ”

Xu Zhe: "Never shown it to others? ”

Song Xingye: "Yes, what I wrote when I was a child, it's embarrassing to take it out now." So what do you think, do you want me to try to write ......"

Xu Zhe immediately said, "Okay, then leave it to you to try." ”

Among the pop songs he heard in his previous life, "Ugly Eight Monsters" was the one that impressed him more deeply, after all, it still sounded a bit substitutional. But after so long, the only lyrics that can be recalled now are the beginning, the end and the most crucial sentences, adding up to less than half of the lyrics. Today he also tried to scavenge his memory, but it was difficult to add a few more words.

So he sat back down at the computer, closed the report, and clicked on the document.

This document is already formatted. In addition to the existing lyrics, the blanks that should be filled in but have not been filled in are also marked.

Xu Zhe: "I sent you this document?" ”

Song Xingye reminded: "But I don't have a computer, how can I receive files?" ”

Xu Zhe: "I'll buy you one?" ”

Song Xingye shook his head: "I don't need it, I don't usually use a computer to work......"

"Then you can use my computer to watch first, just right, I'll take a break too."

Xu Zhe said this, stood up, and gave her the chair.

As the girl sat down, she muttered, "I would have liked to make a copy with paper and pen......

Xu Zhe didn't hear clearly, so he asked, "What did you say?" ”

Song Xingye looked back and smiled: "It's nothing, when I want to write lyrics in the future, I will come to you and borrow your computer?" ”

Xu Zhe nodded: "Yes, is there any problem?" ”

Song Xingye: "No problem, then I'll start working." ”

Xu Zhe stood behind the chair and gently patted the girl's shoulder: "Come on." ”

In the next few minutes, Song Xingye sat on the chair where Xu Zhe's body still had residual warmth, staring quietly at the computer screen, moving the mouse wheel from time to time, looking back and forth at the existing lyrics.

Suddenly, she asked: "The key to the lyrics, one is the question of appearance, and the other is love, right?" Taken together, should the theme be 'too ugly to deserve love'? ”

Xu Zhe was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at his phone at this time. Hearing this, he raised his head and replied, "Yes, the theme of pop songs is difficult to avoid love. ”

Song Xingye looked back at him and said: "The love songs that are on fire, I feel as if they are telling a story of love." Those that are not popular, or are bored by others, are often told stories that are empty and not specific enough and touching enough. And now this one of yours...... Well, I also saw the rudiments of a story. ”

Xu Zhe: "Prototype? ”

Song Xingye: "A person who thinks he is very ugly has a beloved, but because of his low self-esteem, he doesn't dare to confess, or even dare to contact, he can only look at it from afar, secretly imagining how good it would be if the world was dark and no one could see each other's appearance...... I feel like it's a story like this, don't you think? ”

Xu Zhe said: "I think this idea is okay. ”

Song Xingye: "Then we need to fill in more details into this story framework now. For example, how does such an inferior person live, what is she thinking in her head when she secretly looks at her sweetheart, and what kind of small tricks will she use to cover up? ”

Xu Zhe: "You are an experiential school......

Song Xingye: "Is this idea okay?" ”

Xu Zhe: "Yes." ”

Song Xingye blinked, and a hint of cunning flashed in his quiet and delicate apricot eyes: "Then I'm going to start experiencing it." The first person I came to play this song was the 'me' with low self-esteem. As for you, just play the person I like. ”

Xu Zhe: "I understand what you want to do...... The question is, what do I do? How does this thing work? ”

Song Xingye: "You don't have to do anything, just do the same as before." The key is my inner drama. ”

Xu Zhe: "I don't have to do anything? ”

Song Xingye stood up and pointed to the computer: "You continue to work, I'll just look at you next to you." ”

So Xu Zhe sat back on the chair, while Song Xingye sat on the edge of the bed, staring at him silently.

He clicked on the company report again, but after reading it for a while, he couldn't calm down. As long as you think of the girl staring at you affectionately next to you, who can work seriously?

Xu Zhe turned his head to look at her.

Song Xingye: "Am I disturbing you too much?" ”

Xu Zhe: "How do you say it......"

"I understand, that's a little further away. It's better to be farther away, it's more in line with that scenario. ”

Saying this, Song Xingye walked around to the other side of the bed, and then squatted down. Not only was she farther apart, but most of her body was hidden behind the bed, revealing only her head and arms.

The girl's hands were on her chin, still staring at him.

Xu Zhe tried to work for a while, but he didn't feel much better.

And Song Xingye was always looking at his expression, and asked at this time: "Is my sense of existence still too strong?" ”

Xu Zhe: "Uh......"

Song Xingye: "Is this good?" ”

She buried her body lower again, her hands on the side of the bed, half of her face hidden behind the bed, revealing only those beautiful eyes.

Xu Zhe: "This is even stranger! ”

Song Xingye: "Then what should I do?" Otherwise, I'll find two mirrors and make a periscope like a ......."

Xu Zhe couldn't cry or laugh. Imagine that this girl is secretly peeping at herself in a mirror, which is really a bit obscene to say. But this kind of obscene thing is put on Xiao Yezi, so he can't hate it, he just thinks it's a little funny.

He got up and walked over and looked down at her.

Song Xingye was still squatting on the side of the bed, and he squatted very low, almost lying on the ground.

Xu Zhe stretched out his hand and pulled her up.

Song Xingye's first reaction was not to resist. But after being pulled up by him, she showed a panicked look and broke away from Xu Zhe's hands.

Then she said seriously: "Let's get into the play now to find a feeling, you can't get too close to me." You know? ”

The more he was said like this, the more Xu Zhe wanted to do the opposite.

He deliberately grabbed the girl's wrist, pulled her to him, and said with a wicked smile: "Then if I hug you, will you break the gong?" ”

Song Xingye said timidly: "Please don't do this, I'm all for the creation of ......"

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Make up for last night's update

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