Chapter 95 casually written

  He sat down next to the piano, slowly placed his fingers on the keys, and then played smoothly.

  The tactful music reverberated in the room. The man sitting by the piano was handsome and clear. The sun reflected his profile. In the warm light and shadow, it was as beautiful as a picture scroll.

  Probably the Prince Charming described in the fairy tale is like this, right?

  The sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

  When Jiang Xingyi turned to Jiang Yu, he just raised his head when he saw her.

  She put down the pen in her hand, put the paper on the table, and commented, "It sounds good."

   "However, there was no inspiration in the follow-up, so I stayed here forever without finishing writing."

   "I will finish writing."

  Jiang Xingyi only when Jiang Yu was encouraging him, "Of course, your brother and I are original singers, and I have to write several songs a year."

   Jiang Yu said nothing more.

  Later, after staying at Jiang Xingyi’s house for a while, Jiang Yu got up to say goodbye. Jiang Xingyi sent her out of the community, stopped the car for her, paid the fare, and left after recording the license plate number.

  He returned home, smiled at the thought of Jiang Yu, and then returned to his studio.

  In the process of getting along with Jiang Yu just now, he had some inspiration again, so he should write it down quickly so as not to forget it later.

  Jiang Xingyi tried to make notes while writing down the tune, and the time passed in one minute and one second.

  He stood up, stretched, his gaze fell on a piece of paper on the table.

  Thinking that Jiang Yu was sitting at the table, writing and drawing on paper with a pen, Jiang Xingyi became a little curious and wanted to see what the little girl had written.

  He walked over and picked up the paper.

  There is a string of numbers on the sheet of paper with only half of the score.

  Jiang Xingyi didn't care too much, maybe the younger sister just wrote it by hand, maybe he thought of any math problems.

  Although the little girl thinks of math problems when he is playing the piano, it seems a bit sad.

  Although it seems a bit impolite to draft on the musician’s score, it is someone else, and the little girl is not someone else.

  Jiang Xingyi went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of boiled water. He was still thinking about perfecting his inspiration for the short section. He hummed a short paragraph as he walked, and when he returned to the studio, he handwritten a small number of notation.

After writing   , Jiang Xingyi played it again and revised the numbered musical notation.

  Then, he suddenly thought of something when he was editing it. Inspiration flashed in his mind. He quickly took the piece of paper that Jiang Yu had just left a mark, and after a closer look, he subconsciously played the string of numbers...

   Jiang Xingyi:! !

  If that string of numbers is used as a musical notation, this piece of music really fits perfectly with his half of the score!

  Jiang Xingyi played it again, and his inspiration was flooding, and he went on to write!

  The light and shadow on the floor are getting longer and longer.

  When Jiang Xingyi made changes over and over again, and felt that he was almost satisfied with it, the sky darkened.

  He turned on the light in the room, his face was still full of energy, and he didn't feel tired at all.

   Jiang Xingyi dialed a call and went out.

   "It's me, the theme song of the new album. I have already written the song, and I haven't filled in the words yet. I will send it to you first."

  Hang up the phone, Jiang Xingyi breathed a sigh of relief.

  It is his tradition to release a new album a year. Originally, the theme song of the new album this year has not been decided, but now it is finally settled.

  It’s just...

  A question emerged in Jiang Xingyi's mind.

  Is that string of numbers written by the little girl casually?

  (End of this chapter)