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Chapter 103
The next day everyone made a lively meal of dumplings. Brother Wang took half a day to make a meal of hot and sour noodles, let alone dumplings. He said he must make his show a gourmet show, so only the dumpling skinSeveral colors.
Spinach juice, carrot juice, red amaranth juice, the patterns are like a hundred flowers blooming, the green skin is superimposed with purple, the dumplings made are like blooming flowers, this time everyone still helped.
This time Bai Ronglin rolled the skins, under the command of Brother Wang, each piece became rounder than the other. Brother Ling praised him and said: "Mr. Bai, you have graduated from the teacher, and you can sell dumplings when you go home."
"Ling Chen's buns are also good. Although they are not good-looking, they have enough fillings. Customers like this kind of buns. Tell me when the two of you open the shop, and I will come to support you!"
"it is good!"
Maybe it's the food he made himself, Ling Chen can eat some, although he will vomit some in the end, but it's better than not eating, Bai Ronglin tried his best to learn from Brother Wang, and planned to go back and continue cooking for Ling Chen.
They went home on the third day. When they got home, they were naturally warmly welcomed by Housekeeper Deng at home. This time, Housekeeper Deng hugged Ling Chen regardless of his reserve, and his voice was a little choked up: "Master Ling, you are back., almost killed me.β
Ling Chen knew that Butler Deng was talking about him falling into the lake, so he also patted Butler Deng on the back: "I'm sorry, I made Deng Bo worry."
Butler Deng straightened up and wiped his eyes: "It's good to be back! We'll be at home from now on, no one dares to come in!"
Zhou's mother also said: "That is, if anyone dares to make trouble, I will be the first to spare him! This time is really too bad!"
"Master Ling, are you hungry? You vomited on the way, right? Come on, let's go eat something first!"
Ling Chen looked at them and smiled: "Okay."
The next few days passed very peacefully, including at school, people would still watch him on the road, but after Ling Chen got used to it, he could act like no one else was there.
He is already a sophomore and has many more courses. In professional courses, he has to learn a variety of musical instruments and practice composing music. He composes a song almost every week.
His music major is better than his acting skills. After he stops acting, he can keep up with his weekly homework, and this week's homework was praised by the professor.It is probably under the comparison of not completing the homework before.
After the professor finished complimenting him, he said to the students: "In half a month, the school will celebrate its 100th anniversary. It has been a century. The school is ready to celebrate and will hold a grand party. People in our music department must work hard. I hopeEveryone is welcome to sign up."
The students below cheered meaningfully, and then asked: "Is the professor's school on holiday?"
Ling Chen's tablemate He Xing burst into laughter: "Hundred years, give us a few more days."
The professor patted the table angrily: "You all know that it's a holiday, and the exam is less than two months away!"
"There are still two months..."
The students are still joking with the teacher, they are all sophomores, it is no longer time to be afraid of the teacher, but the professor also has his way, just assign homework: "School performances, each class prepares at least 20 shows for me!"
"...Professor, there are only twenty-five of us!" He Xing called out to him.
The professor snorted coldly: "Your sophomore music department only has two classes in total? Besides, I will arrange some more for you? Let me tell you, don't fool me with the program. We are the music department, show some levelCome on, don't go up and sing a song and it's over! You leave this kind of opportunity to people in science and engineering!"
He Xing said to Ling Chen: "Professor, is this someone who looks down on science and engineering?"
When Ling Chen was about to nod, the professor looked over immediately and explained: "I'm not saying bad things about people in science and engineering, their majors are not like this, so they can sing, but your singing is not professional enough, we have to sing and compose it ourselvesYes! Do you hear me? Everyone prepare a piece of music for me! The singer writes the lyrics! Give me the first draft next Monday."
The professor finally left after assigning homework to them. The classroom immediately turned upside down. He Xing patted the table: "Next Monday? Today is Thursday. Does the teacher mean that we have to work overtime on weekends?"
"Well, he is assigning homework in disguise." Ling Chen told him.
He Xing patted the table and said, "Exactly! I still want to go out to play this weekend. This is the anniversary, this is the day of suffering!"
But the protest is the protest, and the homework that should be done is still to be done. After He Xing roared angrily, he asked Ling Chen: "What song are you going to do?"
"I don't know, I just finished last week's homework."
Ling Chen packed up his things and was about to leave school. Now Uncle Zhou came to pick him up after school. It was only four o'clock for him to attend a full day of class, and Bai Ronglin hadn't finished get off work yet at this time.School life is much better than filming.
"Let me see when you make it! I'll copy it too!" He Xing shouted to him, and Ling Chen glanced at him: "When I make it."
He was also very worried. It is not difficult to create a song, but it is difficult to create a good one.
After returning home, Ling Chen played in front of the piano for a while, randomly playing everything, when Bai Ronglin came back he was still playing,
It wasn't too late for Bai Ronglin to come back, usually before 6 o'clock, and he wanted to have dinner with him. After he changed his clothes and went downstairs, Butler Deng said to him, "Master Ling has been playing for two hours."
Ling Chen turned around after listening to his words: "Deng Bo, is it noise?"
Bai Ronglin smiled and said: "It's very nice to play, the piece just now is very good, what's it called?"
""deep sea"."
"Did you make the song? It's so nice, it's incredible, Ling Chen!" Bai Ronglin stepped forward to pat him on the shoulder, and Ling Chen shared his hands with him: "I didn't make it."
Bai Ronglin thought for a moment: "A new song? I haven't heard it yet."
Ling Chen blinked. No one in this world knows these tunes, so can he use ready-made ones?
Why didn't he think of it before?How easy it is for a dove to occupy a magpie's nest.
Ling Chen thought about it for a while and then gave up. What's the use of being famous if he didn't do it himself? There is no sense of accomplishment.
He said to Bai Ronglin: "A friend of mine made it, isn't it nice?"
Bai Ronglin paused: "Your friend? He Xing?"
It sounds good, but he played it for two hours, which friend is he?
"β¦β¦no."
"Chen Yao? Jin Xin?"
"...Neither of them, don't guess, he's just an ordinary classmate." It was still a classmate surnamed Zhou far away in the sky.
Ling Chen scratched his hair, turned his face to one side, and felt that one side of his face was hot. Is Bai Ronglin jealous?Do you also eat this kind of vinegar?
Bai Ronglin coughed lightly, he also felt that he was too narrow-minded, but he can't be blamed for this, Ling Chen didn't play his music for two hours.
"Let's eat first. Is your school celebrating its anniversary?"
"Well, there's still half a month left." Ling Chen went to wash his hands.
Back at the dinner table, the two chatted while eating, and Bai Ronglin asked him: "Then what program did you prepare? Do you want to play the song just now?"
Is it over yet?
Ling Chen snorted softly: "Yes, if I can't write well, I will play this."
Bai Ronglin immediately smiled and said, "You must write better than him!"
He hasn't written it yet, Ling Chen is overjoyed: "I hope!"
"It's very good, it will definitely shake your school,"
Bai Ronglin said to him while grilling shrimp: "Eat first, and you will have the strength to make music when you are full."
Can playing a piece of music tire him?
Ling Chen also ate it, and after eating for a while, he realized that what he ate was prawns, and he didn't feel sick yet. While chewing, Ling Chen thought, has he stopped throwing up?
These days Zhou Ma and Sister Liu are cooking for him in different ways at home, and Bai Ronglin will also cook on weekends, so he vomits from eating, to vomiting when he eats too much, and then to not vomiting.How did you transition.
Seeing that he was eating slowly, Bai Ronglin asked, "What's wrong? Are you going to throw up?"
Ling Chen shook his head slowly: "I don't want to vomit, it seems to be fine."
Zhou's mother next to him smiled and said to him: "The child is three months old now, and he won't vomit anymore. Master Ling, you can eat whatever you want in the future."
That would be great, the days of throwing up all day are so annoying.
If he could eat, his energy would follow. In the evening, Ling Chen wrote his music for a while, playing it while writing. At the beginning of the composition, it was almost all noise, especially for a sophomore like him, who made everyone in the room feel like he was singing.After running away, butler Deng still sticks here, Bai Ronglin will come down occasionally, and after he can't help laughing, he comes over to ask for advice.
If Bai Ronglin didn't help him change it, he would point it out and say sarcasm.For example, he is like beating a drum, and he can play the sound of beating the drum with a piano. Does that mean he is good?
Ling Chen ignored him, turned around and continued to play his noise, finally Bai Ronglin couldn't take it anymore and pulled him back: "Take a break, let's not worry, there is still half a month, come and eat some fruit."
Ling Chen was able to eat, and he could also eat the fruit. Bai Ronglin ate with him. Since Bai Ronglin came back from the program group last time, he ate everything with him.
This is the yogurt made by Sister Liu herself, which suits Ling Chen's taste, so sour that his teeth fall out. Even though Bai Ronglin has eaten sour food with Ling Chen for several days these days, he still frowned sourly and didn't say anything for a while.Speak up.
Ling Chen looked at him coolly: "Is it delicious?"
Bai Ronglin swallowed and said to him, "...delicious."
Ling Chen dug a spoonful of mulberries, the mulberries are between bruises, this kind is the most sour, and he handed it to Bai Ronglin with yogurt: "Then you have another bite, chew slowly."
Bai Ronglin looked at his smiling face and gloated, so he ate too, chewed slowly and said to him: "Next time I will add sugar."
"Adding sugar is meaningless, what I want is sour." Ling Chen told him, "Next time you don't have to follow me to eat, I can eat now."
A few days ago, accompanied him to eat because he had a bad appetite, but now that he is better, don't need to accompany him.
Bai Ronglin looked at him and smiled, who said Ling Chen has a bad personality?He is very smart and knows his intentions. Although the way of persuasion is different, this kind of persuasion is true.Isn't the empathetic child a bad character?
"What are you... laughing at? Still want to eat?"
Bai Ronglin laughed: "I won't rob you," he changed the subject: "Let's decide on the style of the song to be performed first, what kind do you want?"
Ling Chen shook his head: "I don't know yet, does it have to meet the school celebration?"
Bai Ronglin thought for a while and said, "You don't have to think about whether it's a school celebration or not. Your school is very tolerant. As long as the songs you create are well-known and positive overall, the school leaders can accept it."
Ling Chen looked at him: "Don't you still have to be positive?"
Bai Ronglin smiled: "Could it be that the song you created is the return of some horrible death?"
That's not the case, Ling Chen shook his head, Bai Ronglin smiled and said: "That's fine, don't worry, the school leaders also know that the songs for dancing square dances are not fashionable, and they will definitely support your creations, youCreate the song you want to make first, and come up with the main theme first."
"Then you should wear headphones these two days."
"That shouldn't be the case. At worst, we will close the door and practice as you please."
Facts proved that it was still very painful. He went to class during the day on Friday and they were fine. From that night to the weekend, everyone had a very painful life.
"Okay, I think it's already good, let's go to bed first? Do you have to go to class tomorrow?" Bai Ronglin told him at ten o'clock in the evening, Ling Chen's response was slow, and his ears were almost made by himselfThe noise was jammed.
He said loudly, "What!"
Bai Ronglin walked up behind him, massaged his shoulders, and leaned on his ear and said, "I said it's ok, I played very well."
Bai Ronglin shouted loudly, the sound of air flow spread along his ears like enlarged water ripples, and spread to his spine. Ling Chen's ears trembled, and he unconsciously lay down on the ground..He felt that his bones were brittle, this body was really... in heat, and he didn't even look at the occasion.
Bai Ronglin didn't know what's wrong with Ling Chen yet. Seeing him lying on his stomach, he held his shoulders and pulled him forward, wanting to massage his shoulders: "Are your shoulders tired? I played for another hour."
Bai Ronglin would give him a massage every hour, before Ling Chen asked him to pinch, but this time he protested, Bai Ronglin still pinched his neck with one hand and ran down his spine with the other, so Ling Chen twistedIt's like a twist.
"Don't pinch, don't pinch, I'm itchy!" He pinched very lightly, which made it even more awkward.
"It'll be fine right away. If you don't pinch it, you won't be able to sleep well at night." Bai Ronglin told him.
Ling Chen had no choice but to grab his hand and let him squeeze it.
I don't know if it's really due to Bai Ronglin, Ling Chen fell asleep not long after lying on the bed, and now he can sleep through the night without waking up halfway.
He will also remember turning over himself. The stomach did not affect his sleep. He just instinctively wants to turn over and find a comfortable position for him, and the most comfortable position is not too much to put the weight on others.
Bai Ronglin also let him sit on it, and Ling Chen finally stopped flipping the pancakes, which is great.
It was Ling Chen's current posture that made it difficult for him to fall asleep for a while.
Ling Chen's legs were placed under his waist, and Bai Ronglin's abdominal movement caused by secretly inhaling made him reluctant, so he pressed him down with his knees, and Bai Ronglin held Ling Chen's knees and moved him up.This kid has no scruples at all, he can't touch the position where his knees are pressed.
Fortunately, this posture made Ling Chen comfortable, and there was just a place for his stomach to rest, so he fell asleep quickly. After Bai Ronglin held his leg to make sure he didn't kick around, he also fell asleep.
The next morning, Ling Chen woke up by himself. His biological clock was hard to develop during the few months of filming. He could wake up before 6:30. School time was 8:00, and it took him 40 minutes to go to and from school.So he thought about it for a while and continued to close his eyes, wanting to lie on the bed as usual and wait for Butler Deng to call him before he got up again.
But after wandering around for a while this time, he vaguely heard the sound of music, the sound was quite familiar, Ling Chen finally couldn't lie down anymore, he simply washed up and went downstairs.
After opening the door, the sound became clearer. This is his song. He wrote it. All he made in the past two days was noise. He finished it last night, but because of three days of work, LingChen almost vomited, but this time it sounds good.So good to hear that he wondered if he wrote it.
Ling Chen kept walking down the stairs, standing on the stairs, he could see the piano, and Bai Ronglin was in front of the piano.
When Ling Chen came down, Bai Ronglin had already played to the end, Ling Chen thought he turned back after finishing playing, but Bai Ronglin only stopped for a moment, and started playing again.
So Ling Chen continued to stand and listen. This time he could hear the piece from the beginning to the end. This time he was sure it was his piece. He felt that he hadn't done it well before, but Bai Ronglin played it very well, or in Bai Ronglin's hands.It becomes good.
Sometimes the sound is like the ding-dong of spring water, the moonlight jumps on the water surface, and the pale light is like scattered silver;The majestic heavy snow falling up and down the field, the snowflakes are rustling, turning a thousand times...
It was Bai Ronglin who played it repeatedly, Ling Chen couldn't think of what he wrote, just like what Bai Ronglin said, he wanted to pile up all the good ones, a piece of music with both light tonesThere is also a deep tone.
So he felt that his writing was messy, but Bai Ronglin played it for him.
From the gurgling water to the big river, there is a section of the most special place, where the water reaches the cliff, and the snow breaks in the peak and valley, as if cutting off the whole world in an instant, this place was chaotic when he wrote it, and played it for a long time yesterday, donβt know whyThe effect came out, but Bai Ronglin expressed it to him.
Bai Ronglin's transition from the highest pitch to silence is like a moment of silence, the ruins of the walls, the snow falling silently, and layers of snow that have been falling for years.
Ling Chen stood silently on the steps following the tune played by Bai Ronglin, feeling a little desolate, either very sad, or standing very far away all of a sudden, as if being isolated outside.
He should be in a good mood when he was composing this song. Even if it was not good, Steward Deng and Mama Zhou would cover their ears from time to time and come over to bring him food and drink.
But he was overwhelmed by the piece played by Bai Ronglin.
He thought of the roads he walked alone in the past, long and lonely, and there were many nights when he dreamed of such a scene, standing alone on the wasteland, hearing everything except the rustling snowless than.
He wanted to call someone, but his voice seemed to be sealed, Kong opened his mouth to the limit, but no sound came out.
The feeling of suffocation made him unable to breathe. He wanted to break through the air and shout loudly, but in his dream he couldn't do it.
When Ling Chen was standing with cold hands and feet, the music suddenly started again. It fluctuated with the ups and downs of Bai Ronglin's fingers, and it let out little by little, as if the spring water was flowing slowly like breaking ice, so Ling ChenThere was a voice in Chen's ears again, his frozen blood began to flow, and his chest began to jump, jumping faster and faster.
As if the music was playing in his heart, the heartbeat beat with the ups and downs of Bai Ronglin's fingers, and echoed with the beating of the musical notes.
Those frozen dreams, those fierce and silent heavy snow gradually faded away, and with the temperature of his fingertips, they jumped into light spots, illuminating the night little by little.
Ling Chen just stood looking at Bai Ronglin, the morning light shone softly on him, as if covering Bai Ronglin with a soft veil, with a mysterious and beautiful look.
With his back turned to himself, Ling Chen couldn't see his face, but he clearly depicted his appearance, it was a gentle and warm smiling face.
The music gradually stopped, Bai Ronglin's fingers stopped, Ling Chen watched him turn around, saw him with a smile on his face, and he opened his mouth to say something.
Ling Chen shook his head violently, he had listened to too many voices in the past two days, his ears were not working well, and his mind was too distracted.
Bai Ronglin asked him with a smile: "Are you awake?" Ling Chen nodded in a daze for a while, he still couldn't find anything to say, he was very quick-spoken at first, but now he was dumb now, he thought, it was Bai Ronglin's fingersThe popping music made him speechless.
"Isn't it nice?" Bai Ronglin walked towards him and asked him with a smile, Ling Chen hummed: "It sounds better than mine."
He didn't think it would sound so good at all. He was very depressed last night, thinking that the homework handed in today was a bunch of shit.
Bai Ronglin looked at him and smiled: "Because this is the song you composed,"
Bai Ronglin's fingers trembled slightly. This was because he had practiced for too long. Ling Chen's piece was very difficult, and he practiced for a long time just to get the effect out of it.
Seeing Ling Chen's stunned expression now, Bai Ronglin thought, it's worth practicing for so long.
"You were the one who composed the music." Bai Ronglin continued to tell him that he never interfered with Ling Chen, didn't change anything for Ling Chen, and didn't change a single note for Ling Chen except for his comments when he was composing.
This was created by Ling Chen himself, and it is the most direct expression of his own feelings.
He wanted to hear Ling Chen's inner voice, Ling Chen liked to hide everything by himself, but he wanted to listen to it, and music was Ling Chen's favorite, what he expressed was his feelings.
This song is depressing and empty, but in the end it was flopped with fierce resistance, and then it is soft, and the song returns to a long stream with ups and downs. This is Ling Chen's mood.
After experiencing life and death, there should be fluctuations, but Ling Chen's behavior is too normal these days, and Bai Ronglin is afraid that he is suppressing himself.
He thought it would be good to let Ling Chen vent his anger.
Bai Ronglin laughed softly with him: "Your song is very good, can I write lyrics for you?"
Ling Chen still looked at him blankly: "Really?"
"Really, my hands are itchy, but I haven't written for three years, so don't expect too much."
Bai Ronglin looked at him with a smile, his eyes were very gentle, he was telling the truth, he wanted to write lyrics for this music, no matter whether he wrote it well or not, Ling Chen would sing it well.
Ling Chen's voice is perfect for singing this song.
Ling Chen nodded slowly: "Thank you."
"Why are you so polite? You don't have to be polite to me." Bai Ronglin's fingers were not so tired, and he raised his hand to button him.Ling Chen came down directly in his pajamas.
Ling Chen shook his head lightly at him. He was either being polite to Bai Ronglin, or he just wanted to say something. Bai Ronglin played his song. The way he wanted, although it seemed nothing to Bai Ronglin, was right.His meaning is different.
Bai Ronglin probably doesn't know what mood he is in, of course Ling Chen himself doesn't know what mood he is in now, his heartbeat hasn't slowed down yet.
If had an adjective, it would be: redemption.