It was after the turmoil of piano practice in the first year of high school.

From that first meeting, Song Wenting began to pay attention to Ji Yanzhou's news consciously or unintentionally. Hearing his name, he would look up and follow him unconsciously. Knowing that he likes to play, he would often pass by the court. He thought he would play the violin at the art festival, but he did not participate. And because the third floor of the high school is on the west side, and the first floor of the high school is in the east, there are very few opportunities to meet.

Just when Song Wenting thought she would never meet him again, God gave her a favor.

In the scorching afternoon, the sun was raging, and sweat was pouring down on the open-air stadium. As the school bell rang, the crowd poured out of the venue like a file.

Song Wenting and Yue Yao were arranged by the teacher to play a volleyball match with another class in class. After the end, they became dizzy from the heat.

Yue Yao took her to the school supermarket to buy water. Song Wenting blushed, her hair was soaked with sweat, and her dry lips were in urgent need of moisturizing.

She took out a bottle of pure water from the cabinet, and quickly smashed a clear male voice into her ear: "If it weren't for Tang Kai today, I would definitely beat the eighth class to their knees and beg for mercy!"

Followed by a smiling voice: "Just use your technique?"

His voice is very nice, especially the casual tone, like a hook into the water, hooking his mind.

Because he wasn't sure if it was him, Song Wenting subconsciously turned his head to look for it.

In a panic and pretending not to care, she turned her eyes away, and Yue Yao at the door shouted, "Listen, are you ready?"

Song Wenting responded in a low voice: "Well, okay."

As he said that, he quickly closed the cabinet door, lowered his head and walked past the two figures.

Standing on the curb, Song Wenting turned around to look at the supermarket door, and suddenly made a bold decision. She said to Yue Yao, "I'll go buy something else."

After speaking, he plunged into the supermarket again, and the coolness rushed up from his sweaty back. Song Wenting soon saw Ji Yanzhou from the back of the shelf again.

She slowly paced over, stood in front of a row of colorful candies, pretended to choose, and secretly looked at him out of the corner of the eye.

She saw that he took a bottle of the same pure water as hers, and approached her row while chatting with the boy next to her.

The heartbeat seemed to be jumping out of his chest, and it was ridiculous that he could hear it, Song Wenting picked up a jar of candy without any hope and hurried out a second before he approached.

Until paid and went out, heart was still beating rapidly.

Song Wenting turned back subconsciously, and happened to see him out of the supermarket, holding the bottle of water in one hand and the same candy jar in her other hand.

The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and Song Wenting's eyes fell back to the candy in her hand, so she accidentally bought the candy he liked.

Good luck.

The candy box was put into her bag, and Song Wenting went out.

On the set of "Luo Xue Chang Yue", in the real-life palace, the crew started today's first scene. Princess Wu, played by An Shuyu, is bullying a maid, and from her arrogant attitude and arrogant and unreasonable dialogue, she creates a willful princess who is spoiled.

Song Wenting sat on a chair beside her, watching the filming while trying to figure out the composition and creation of the soundtrack. Although she was only the art director of the guqin, she read the script back and forth several times. The development of the plot and the growth of the characters are extremely important for the creation of qin music. .

Although the female protagonist doesn't seem very lovable now, she will grow up slowly after meeting the male protagonist in the later stage. The emotional scene of this drama is the biggest selling point, but the growth of women also has a large proportion. Therefore, the music must be integrated with the plot to accurately express the mood of the characters.

Taking out the tablet, Song Wenting began to write down the initial inspiration based on the musical tune in his heart.

"Mr. Song."

After raising his head to soothe his sedentary body, Lin Xingyao emerged from behind.

He was wearing the costume he was about to play, iron leaf armor, a dark gold belt around his waist, a long sword on his right, and his face was like a crown of jade stars. .

"Looking at you for a while." He lifted up and sat down beside her, "What are you doing? So focused."

Song Wenting generously handed it to him: "Record inspiration."

"Ah, I didn't understand the minus-character notation, I got a headache when I saw this."

"You are really not serious about practicing the piano." Although she was accusing her, her tone was flat, with a pair of peach blossom eyes and a small nose, pale pink lips, and this soft and aggressive beauty face, which should have been arrogant.

Why don't you get angry?

Lin Xingyao looked at her seriously, tilted his head and smiled: "No way, it's really difficult."

The tone was faintly coquettish: "However, Mr. Song, I have made progress in the past six months. At least half of the "Xiling Window Night Talk" is familiar to me."

"Well, there is progress." The tone was perfunctory.

His requirements are really simple, mastering basic fingering movements, and dubbing in the later stage anyway.

The two sat together for a while, and Song Wenting remembered the violin she picked and asked, "Where is that violin?"

Lin Xingyao: "In my room."

Song Wenting: "Are you practicing these two days?"

"No." Lin Xingyao, "The main reason is that ordinary people in my room dare not enter randomly, so Director Chen let me keep it in my room."

"That piano is good." Song Wenting moved his eyes to the camera and said casually, "Practice when you have time."

"Okay." Lin Xingyao deserved it quickly.

After sitting for a while, someone started to remind Lin Xingyao from time to time. He glanced at Director Chen's side.

So he didn't panic.

Taking advantage of the situation, he raised his hand to greet the assistant who was standing not far away, and said to Song Wenting, "Mr. Song, I brought some soothing tea from home and made a cup for you."

The young male assistant approached with a teacup, put it on the table beside Song Wenting's feet, and waited a little distance with discernment.

The fragrance of the tea leaves is mixed with a touch of orange blossom.

Song Wenting thanked him lightly, and took a sip from the warm teacup with his long fingers.

The phone vibrated a few times in the bag, Song Wenting turned on the screen, and an unremarked number in the text message sent a few words: [Where are you? 】

[I didn't make an appointment to meet here, you are playing with me? 】

[Song Wenting, while Lao Tzu is still interested in you, don't be ashamed. Make me angry and make you and your shabby house disappear tomorrow! ! 】

Zhang Jin in Yun Jinkou is the son of a famous real estate entrepreneur in Jiangluan City.

Song Wenting endured the disgust in his heart, clicked delete directly, and then decisively blocked it.

When he came back to his senses, a few girls next to him whispered into their ears: "What happened to An Shuyu?"

"With this acting skill, how dare you buy the script every day to say 'the beautiful crying scene'?"

"Extremely beautiful? Her appearance can only be regarded as an entry-level at most. She is much more beautiful than her in the circle. Have you watched "Feng Yao", Xu Xinning's appearance is really incredible."

"Indeed. Her acting skills are also very good. It is estimated that her drama is expected to win the award."

"I have to say that the second son of the Heming Ji family is very powerful."

"I don't know if they are really together? See what Jiuwei Fox Jiao's wife said on the Internet, I really want to be laughed."

"Yi Shimizu's compliment, I am the only one who thinks Xu Xinning's face is beautiful, but I always feel that it is lacking in a demonic spirit. Anyway, it doesn't act like the fox demon in my mind." Teacher Song is like this. The beauty is coquettish, and it is a monster to seduce people to fire."

The girl's voice quickly aroused the harmony of several people, and the discussion was increasingly out of control: "Well, you didn't see Mr. Song play the piano. On the day of the audition, she played on the stage for a short period. The immortal is like a beautiful square. "

"She still has a very special temperament on her body. The beautiful and indifferent beauty reminds me of Guanyin.

"Listening to someone, that day, some people heard the shocking gossip, about Mr. Song."

"what?"

"She is the ex -girlfriend of the second son of the Ji family."

"I am ah." The girls lowered their voice, "Song ... Mr. Song is the legend that Ji is pretending to be with her ex -girlfriend in order to retaliate against her."

"Woohoo, my goddess is too miserable."

"What is your goddess again?"

"cough."

Lin Xingyao felt that he would not say anymore, and the little actors of those gossip were afraid of taking them as air.

Song Wenting, who was at the center of the topic, was still drinking tea.

"Star Brother, Song ..." The girls quickly apologized, tone, "Teacher Song, hit ... disturbing."

Song Wenting looked at the blushing little palace maids with a gentle smile: "Thank you for your appreciation, but pay attention to the occasion in the future."

The girls nodded quickly, fled the scene like flying, and then drowned in Song Wenting's gentle smile.

Lin Xingyao was quickly shouted to make up for makeup.

Outside the palace built, Song Wenting saw An Shuyu throwing a tantrum at her assistant.

She felt unsatisfactory, and she was quietly investing in creation.

It didn't take long for a while of noise to break the contemplation.

The staff in the field hurriedly walked, leaving a few chats: "Ji Yanzhou comes."

"Ah, what are you waiting for, see God's face together?"

"Okay, hurry up and put this arrow target over. Don't sting, An Yiyu can't dig out your eyes."

"How can it be so exaggerated?" The female mocked, "Ji Yanzhou is not her, what kind of energy she jums?"

The two walked away as they talked, the stylus also stopped at the fingertips, Song Wenting raised his eyes from the screen, and outside the crowd, several figures approached.

Meet here and expect.

The man was wearing a black, and he was more cold and white. His corners of his lips were somewhat alienated. Under the guidance of the deputy director, he stepped forward. He was standing next to him, who hadn't changed his costume, and had a smile of laughter.

Their destination seemed to be in front of Chen Dao, Lin Xingyao was filming the opponent's play with his father.

To go there, you must pass through the corner of Song Wenting.

So, soon the figure walked to his side, Song Wenting moved his toes carefully to avoid blocking the way, even though there was still quite a distance between them.

"Brother Yan Zhou, are you staying for dinner?"

An Shuyu left her assistant and was about to approach Ji Yanzhou, but she was wearing a long dress, and Ji Yanzhou walked very fast again.

During the full-hearted running, the footsteps staggered and fell directly.

The direction she was facing happened to be Song Wenting who was sitting, and she didn't expect it.

At that moment, An Shuyu was pulled by the wrist, which prevented a collision.

With lingering fears in his heart, Song Wenting raised his eyes and fell into familiar eyes, his tone was cold: "Look at the road."