Chapter 275: I'm afraid I'm too greedy

"Are you saying that you are pretending to be serious or are you trying to play?" In the room, Mu Jianli wiped Xue Mu's face blankly, and Xue Mu sighed while leaning against the chair.
What kind of pretense is he, what is he trying to catch? At that time, his brain was working on business, and a tendon was not right, and it was really not tied to the mess of men and women. After being thrown by Luo Qianxue's writing brush, she shook her face and forgot her luck to resist, she could only run away in embarrassment.
It was not the ink that sighed, but the chance of stealing food was lost by myself.
There are really unspoken rules, and the little guards will definitely follow. As a result, I was stupid and went into the pit, and when people really came at night, how could I be embarrassed to hide? What's more, Mu Jianli witnessed throughout the whole process that Luo Qianxue was her friend again, and she had to hold on to this good image of not being greedy for business.
"It doesn't matter, write the song first." Xue Mu wiped his face, spread out a piece of paper, picked up the pen and wanted to write "Swords as a Dream", but as soon as the tip of the pen touched the paper, he was stunned.
Don't mention the staff, even the numbered notation, no one can understand it!
What does the music score in this world look like?
Xue Mu twitched his cheeks a few times, and suddenly jumped to his feet to ruin the cabinet.
This is the residence of the witches in the backyard of Tianxianglou. With the taste of the witches, there is a somewhat elegant collection in this study. Xue Mu searched for a while, and he quickly found a curly score. Cross-eyed.
What's weird in the olden days, words are not words, symbols are not like symbols, messy. It's no wonder that Linghu Chong had hidden a score that would be suspected of being a sword score for warding off evil. If this score is similar to that, it is really weird how it looks!
Mu Jianli asked strangely: "What's the matter?"
"That..." Xue Mu handed over the score: "Do you know it?"
Mu Jianli's head shook like a rattle, what a joke, the girl who had been holding a sword since she was a child, let alone reading music, it is probably not perfect to make her sing!
She asked carefully: "Are you... ignorant?"
The air seemed to stagnate, Xue Mudan grinned in pain, and Mu Jianli blinked his eyes.
In Mu Jianli's mind, Mr. Xue, who is knowledgeable, talented, knowledgeable, and versed in poetry and singing, is omnipotent except that he can't use force... In fact, he doesn't know music.
There was no sense of collapse. Mu Jianli didn't pay much attention to these things, she just thought it was funny: "Then how did you sing such a nice song on your lips?"
Xue Mu waved his hand very shamelessly: "Forget it, you go and let Qianxue come directly, I sing, she writes!"
After a while, Luo Qianxue walked in with a lot of manuscripts with a stinky face, and put the manuscript aside: "Journey to the West is ready, please review the manuscript."
"Let it go first." Xue Mu looked around, but he didn't see Mu Jianli, and said strangely: "Where is Jianli?"
"She said that the son must have something to tell me, so avoid it for a moment." Luo Qianxue said blankly: "What is the order of the son?"
Xue Mu turned his head to look at her for a while, and suddenly felt that this girl was also very cute, after all, she was just a little demon girl who had always been practicing in the sect. He laughed: "Qianxue, you can't do this like this."
Luo Qianxue said, "Why not?"
"I can't hide my mind. I can't be a demon, nor an entertainer." Xue Mu smiled: "He smiled and stabbed the knife secretly. Isn't it the basic skills of the demon?"
Luo Qianxue said in a huff: "How dare to stabb you! Try someone else in front of me."
Xue Mu beckoned: "Come here."
Luo Qianxue walked to him subconsciously. Xue Mu sat in a chair and looked up for a moment, then lowered his voice and said, "I know you can hide from the outside. It's just that there is some worry in my heart. I'm always afraid that you don't have much experience and you will be abducted. ."
Luo Qianxue stammered a little again: "I was abducted by someone, what's up with you, don't you want it."
Xue Mu lowered his gaze and landed on the paper, but his eyes had no focus. He just muttered to himself, "I'm afraid I'm too greedy."
Luo Qianxue was silent. Then he sighed slightly, and went to look at the manuscript in front of him.
There are already a few lyrics on the paper: "Where is my sword, love and hate are hard to come by; I cut through the sky, and I don't understand right and wrong. I am drunk and obscured, and gratitude and resentment are illusions and empty; I Wake up a spring dream, life and death all become empty."
At a glance, I bet a few empty words, which seems to be a bad word. But Luo Qianxue watched, but gradually moved.
Excellent and touching words are not in form.
But Xue Mu slowly said: "I'm in this world, always between drunk and awake. I don't know whether what I see is illusion or emptiness. I don't know what I understand or don't understand. I don't know where to go. I'm always afraid to look back and suddenly dream. It turned out to be a mockery of nothingness. So I am very greedy. I want to hold all the good things in my hands, I'm afraid I won't be there when I wake up."
Luo Qianxue opened her mouth, but couldn't say what she wanted to say.
Xue Mu seemed to wake up suddenly, and smiled: "I'm sick again. Haha, Qianxue..."
"Ah...huh?"
"The game of unspoken rules is not a good thing. Let's forget it." Xue Mu smiled: "I only hope that you will be in the future, on the road where flowers are blooming, in Taichung, where thousands of people are cheering, and don't forget who you used to be in second grade. "
Luo Qianxue didn't understand what is called Secondary Two, but she always felt that Xue Mu's words revealed a lot of vicissitudes, as if countless faces floated up and down in the void, spanning endless time, over thousands of waters and mountains.
It's strange... the son is not too old...
Mu Jianli leaned against the door holding the sword, silently looking at Xue Mu's smiling face.
The strange feeling reminded her that the sword's heart throbbed when she first met, as if she was instinctively wary of... another piece of sky.
It's so weird, but it's addictive.
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Xue Mu sang, written by Luo Qianxue, and quickly completed several scores. Surrounded by the artistic conception of a few songs, Luo Qianxue's thoughts were now a lot more serious. He didn't mention the second two matters again, put away the scores and bowed and left: "The son, I'm leaving, go back to practice singing."
"Your singing and dancing skills or something, I am very relieved, so I don't need me to follow specific works. Menglan and the team around her are now mature and experienced teams. Your rehearsal recording needs Cooperate with Menglan. Menglan will know what to do with the specific recording of her debut. I have communicated with her before leaving Lingzhou." Xue Mu leaned back in his chair and said quietly, "So wait for Qin Wuye After you have chosen the dance troupe, you should go."
Luo Qianxue finally realized why Xue Mu felt a little heavy, because the base camp for doing this was in Lingzhou, and neither the arrangement nor the recording was here.
It turns out that when he got to his room and took the song, it meant that the separation was imminent.
The girl finally had some parting feelings in her heart, her eyes were reddish: "Qianxue still wants to protect the son."
Xue Mu couldn't help but laughed: "Go, go, rely on your protection, I have died several times."
"Huh..." Luo Qianxue looked at Mu Jianli, her voice lightened, "I'll leave it to you."
Mu Jianli clasped his fists earnestly: "I will live up to my expectations."
"What is it? I'm talking about taking care of the son, and I thought it was up to you to fight? It's just your stupid silly look!" Luo Qianxue hummed and turned away, but his steps obviously lost his usual briskness.
Watching Luo Qianxue leave reluctantly, Xue Mu took the "Journey to the West" by the side of the case and began to proofread the manuscript without saying a word.
Mu Jianli looked at his expression and said softly: "Xue Mu...you are a gentleman."
Xue Mu looked up at her and laughed blankly: "I said, you have misunderstood. I said a lot, don't you want her not to be abducted?"
"I didn't misunderstand." Mu Jianli said seriously: "My Jianxin told me that you sincerely hope that Qianxue will be well. The kind thoughts at that moment surpassed your greed."
"But I'm still greedy."
"Then be greedy." Mu Jianli stroked his cheek and murmured: "If you are not greedy, you and I are separated at this time, so why am I by your side?"