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There are many little fans of Hallyu stars who have turned into his arms.

Ye Zhi is indeed more likeable than those celebrities who rely on packaging, maybe because he never cares about the character, and the company doesn't dare to give him any character. He is him, no matter it is in front of the camera. He's still off-camera.

It's all just Ye Zhi.

Huang Bo looked at the dishes on the big table, swallowed, and touched his stomach, "Hurry up and make a wish, I'm hungry."

"Then I make a wish."

Wang Xinze cast a disgusting glance at his sister, "Make a wish, just make a wish, why do you keep looking at the leaves."

"Only he can fulfill my wish."

"Leaves, ignore her."

Miss Wang Jinyan clasped her hands and fingers together and looked at him with hopeful eyes, "Brother Ye Zi, Please, do you really have the heart to not satisfy even a trivial wish of a super fan of mine?"

"You'd better talk about what your wishes are first, I'll try my best."

"Just sing me a song, please!"

"What song is it?"

"If I can...I want to hear the song you co-wrote with Lin Zhanpeng."

"Your wish is really trivial."

Facing Wang Xinze's continuous ridicule, Wang Jinyan stuck out her tongue in embarrassment. Her wish is indeed not trivial, but it is indeed the wish she wants to be fulfilled the most at the moment, "Please, just sing it at home. Well, my house is soundproofed very well!"

"Um."

After saying that, Ye Zhi took his legs and walked away.

Wang Jinyan became anxious when he saw Ye Zhi was going to leave, "Don't, don't leave, Ye Zi, if it doesn't work, forget it."

"No, don't be nervous, I'm looking for something suitable as a musical instrument."

"Well, don't look for it, there is a piano in Aze's room."

"piano?!"

Han Xia, Huang Bo, and Ye Zhi all looked like Spartans.

Is there a piano in the fat man's room?

What kind of stalk is this? It's been more than a semester in this period, but none of them know that Wang Xinze still has this skill, "Having a big grass, Aze, how can you still play the piano?"

Wang Xinze glanced at his parents not far away, "Because when I was young, my parents wanted me to be someone else's child."

Han Xia: "Tsk tsk tsk, then you are really good. My parents thought about it, and then... they gave up."

Huang Bo: "Then I'll add one. My mother signed me up for a class, but I haven't been to a single class."

Wang Xinze: "..."

And this Ye Zhi has followed his old sister to his room. A Ze's room is very large, spacious, and unexpectedly very clean, and there are many standard certifications for mines at home, which are on the wall behind his computer desk. , there is a relatively large square shelf.

With a rough budget, there are probably more than 200 grids, on which are neatly placed such figures and models. There are also a variety of comic books and CDs, neatly organized into categories, which is breathtaking.

The fat house has one wall and a suite on the second ring road in Beijing.

There's nothing wrong with that, old man!

Ye Zhi turned to look at Wang Xinze with indescribable contempt in his eyes, this guy's own room was quite tidy, but he didn't do anything in the dormitory, "Aze, I can't see that you still have obsessive-compulsive disorder at home. "

Wang Jinyan: "It's not him. I arranged it all. Just like him, this place has already become a pig's den."

"All right."

Only their brothers and sisters know that this wall is actually a precious memory of their growing up together.

Most of the models and figures above were not bought by Wang Xinze himself, but given by Wang Jinyan, and some were toys they played with when they were children. They didn't intend to throw them away, but kept them all.

Ye Zhi walked over to the cleaned piano and simply tried the tone.

"Yeye, if it will be infringing, then why not?"

"It's okay, I wrote this song myself, and Brother Peng has never heard it before. Let's listen to it first and see how it goes."

In this wave, not to mention his friends, even uncles, aunts and Wang Ma came to join in the fun. Everyone was concentrated in Wang Xinze's room, staring at Ye Zhi with curious eyes.

Piano, technical stuff, now he basically doesn't need to practice any more.

His body has gradually formed memories.

The smooth music poured out from Ye Zhi's fingertips, and the ten fingers rose and fell on the keys with ease and grace, as if dancing the most beautiful dance. The aristocratic elegance was undoubtedly revealed at this moment.

Wang Xinze stood quietly behind Ye Zhi, his eyes fell on the hands dancing on the keys.

After listening to it for a while, he also had a slight jealousy towards Ye Zhi in his heart. He had been practicing the piano for many years, and he was barely able to achieve a level close to the professional level, but when Ye Zhi made a move, he could hear it. Well, he's not just a professional!

This song doesn't sound difficult.

But it is not easy to play Ye Zhi's elegant and noble bearing at the moment.

The sound of the piano reveals an inadvertent elegance in its simplicity, especially the slender fingers ~lightnovelpub.net~ are like a moving work of art. Once you see it, you can't help but leave.

Listening to the beautiful piano sound, although it is also very nice, Wang Jinyan is still a little disappointed, thinking, "Have you not started writing lyrics yet?"

But soon...

Her eyes lit up, BlingBling's kind.

...

It's raining so quietly

are you crying secretly

Happiness is really not easy

I love you in your background

I can accompany you to see the stars

without further explanation

i'm going to be with you

I don't want to be separated from you again

How I miss the beauty every time

because of you

...

In fact, the song has already existed, although it is borrowed from it.

Lin Zhanpeng is really not good in the field of songwriting. The part of the lyrics he gave happened to fit the lyrics and mood of the song very well, so Ye Zhi took out the song and made some changes. .

The lyrics express the feeling of retaining the lover vividly, but it is not the nostalgia after breaking up, but the retention after dating for many years.

The name of the song: I can.

One song is over.

Wang Jinyan had tears in his eyes and covered his mouth with his hands. There is no doubt that this is another good song that can kill the charts!

Wang Xinze: "Why are you crying? Do you have a boyfriend?"

Wang Jinyan: "Go away!"

Just as the two brothers and sisters were arguing, the piano sounded again. Compared to just now, this time, the sound was much lighter. This time he sang a birthday song, the one known to the whole world, Happy Birthday to you.

only……

The birthday song Ye Zhi sang was different from the usual birthday song.

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