Chapter 8: Well, I'm afraid of waste, so

The streets of Hengdian are noisy.
People are sometimes cheap.
An Xiao would naturally not admit this word.
But she still left the house.
Of course, when she stepped out of the house, she stomped her feet with hatred.
The sun is still bright.
She hates.
Hate yourself for not being able to win.
Now an ordinary person can bully her!
what is this?
How can she accept this?
She couldn't accept it.
but……
She succumbed to reality after all.
She doesn't believe in the stranger Lu Yuan, but she believes in Wang Jinxue.
At least, Wang Jinxue will not lie to her.
At least, the song "To Alice" will not lie to her.
Maybe life is a gamble. If you win the bet, you will earn it. If you lose the bet...
It's just a few errands at most.
it's not a big deal.
…………………………
"Any pen and paper?"
"doing what?"
"Write a song."
"Can you really write?"
"can."
"No need to brew?"
"A talented person doesn't need to brew."
"Ha ha."
Lu Yuan's appearance was very arrogant, but for a while, Wang Jinxue was unable to suppress Lu Yuan's arrogant arrogance.
No one has ever described himself as talented.
No matter how you look at it, it's like bragging.
Wang Jinxue could only mock Lu Yuan by using the word huh to show his disdain.
But Wang Zhenxue finally returned to his Lamborghini and brought a pen and a notebook.
The book exudes a faint fragrance.
It is the smell of orchids.
Lu Yuan took the notebook and touched it with his hand.
It feels good.
"If it's a draft, don't write a draft in the notebook."
"I don't write drafts."
"Then write directly?"
"Yes."
"you sure?"
"A talented person doesn't need to write drafts, and at most write a few typos." Lu Yuan showed an arrogant expression like just now.
"An Xiao needs a good song, it's not a nonsense, I won't make fun of you!" Wang Zhenxue's face was slightly cold.
She felt that Lu Yuan was messing around.
Writing a song has never been so easy.
This process may be very long.
And it needs a lot of inspiration.
She has indeed seen so many talented creators, but they have never been achieved overnight.
accumulation.
Yes, it requires a lot of accumulation, some need experience, some need years.
"My expression is serious, I'm not kidding."
"Then I will wait and see." Wang Jinxue folded her arms and looked at Lu Yuan coldly.
"Ok."
Lu Yuan picked up the pen and began to write on the first page of the book.
Wang Zhenxue looked down at Lu Yuan's hand.
Lu Yuan is very fast, and it doesn't look like he is creating lyrics, but is copying them.
As for the writing of this character is really bad.
Wang Zhenxue recognized it for a long time, but didn't recognize the word for a while.
Is this a word for a talented creator?
Just kidding!
The expression on Wang Zhenxue's face became colder.
About three minutes later, Lu Yuan finished writing a page and waved his hand in relief.
Lu Yuan hasn't written anything for a long time, and Lu Yuan is a little uncomfortable.
"Done?"
"Ok."
"So fast?" Wang Jinxue pressed down her unhappiness deeply.
Four minutes!
It only took Lu Yuan four minutes from picking up his pen to finishing a song!
Isn't this nonsense!
The lyrics are absolutely messy.
Wang Zhenxue's face was chilly, she now felt that Lu Yuan was completely fooling around.
Lu Yuan's expression seemed to him to be a nonsense expression.
"Let's take a look." Lu Yuan handed the notebook to Wang Jinxue, his face was not as arrogant as before, instead he looked slightly humble.
Be low-key, low-key.
"Yeah." Wang Jinxue took the book and glanced quickly, but after reading some of the lyrics, her eyes widened, and she stared at Lu Yuan in disbelief. "Is this really what you wrote?"
"As you can see, from the beginning to the end, I wrote it." Lu Yuan touched his hand and looked at the street. It was a little deep and profound, as if there were many stories hidden.
quietly.
Don't talk, don't say extra words!
Just wait now!
Now it is enough to wait for flowers and applause, and the look of worship.
"One song, five typos, and what is this word?" Wang Jinxue pointed to the word "Is your word written by a primary school student?"
"?????"
The imaginary look of worship did not appear, but was speechless.
Lu Yuan said it hurts.
"The words are written well, the key is to watch the composition."
Lu Yuan looked at Wang Jinxue, but saw Wang Jinxue's expression suddenly faded.
She didn't seem to care, but her hand held the book firmly.
Looks like a treasure, a little excited.
Lu Yuan glanced at the corner of his mouth, with a smile on his face.
This is the typical saying no.
But the body is very honest.
"Crunch."
"Your takeaway is here!"
At this moment, An Xiao took three takeaways and a pack of "Honglan" and pushed open the door with a bit of resentment, and then threw the takeaway on the table in front of Lu Yuan.
"Oh." Lu Yuan nodded and then glanced at An Xiao with a gloomy expression: "Would you spit in it?"
"What! You are saying it again!" When An Xiao heard these words, his face suddenly changed, and he was about to rush over to fight Lu Yuan.
Is she such an unqualified person?
"No, I'm just kidding, don't..." Lu Yuan surrendered quickly.
"I am a qualified person, not so sloppy like you!"
"I have quality too, I don't squander!"
"Haha! Now the "Honglan" has been delivered, and the food has been bought, when will my song be written?"
"It's done." Lu Yuan picked up the takeaway and ate, and dealt with it casually.
"what?"
"I said the lyrics have been written."
"Done? Where is it?"
"In Wang Jinxue's hands."
"Really?" An Xiao looked at Wang Jinxue, but Wang Jinxue nodded.
Wang Jinxue is not a quiet person, but at the moment he is a little abnormal and looks quite quiet.
After seeing Wang Jinxue's expression, An Xiao felt a little strange in her heart.
It seems that I agree with it.
"Sister Jinxue, show me."
"it is good!"
When Wang Zhenxue handed the book to An Xiao, and after An Xiao opened the first page of the book, her eyes widened, and then she looked at Lu Yuan like a ghost.
There was a stormy sea in her heart.
She is a singer.
Professional singer.
She can naturally judge which song is good and which song is bad.
The success of a song has a great relationship with the lyrics.
and so……
"This, this, this... is it really written by you? Is it really written during the few minutes I spent shopping outside?"
An Xiao stuttered a little.
Then there was shock!
There was only shock on the originally unhappy face.
Yes, only shock!
She looked at Lu Yuan like a ghost.
"Yes." Lu Yuan nodded.
"You, you, you... you..." An Xiao still stammered "Then... the score of this song, you..."
"Give me a guitar and give you a world." Lu Yuan took a bite of the meal, only to think that the meal today was very delicious, especially the chicken legs, which looked very delicious.
"Don't, don't... don't eat..." An Xiao subconsciously cried after watching Lu Yuan pick up a chicken leg.
"what?"
"This chicken thigh is not tasty..."
"Ok?"
"Don't eat it anyway."
"Is there anything I can't eat, really... Isn't it poisonous?" Lu Yuan shook his head, picked up the chicken leg and put it in his mouth.
Then he chewed.
"Crack."
The sound of broken teeth rang in the room.
Lu Yuan covered his mouth...
"That... chicken legs fell to the ground... I... I'm afraid of waste..." An Xiao looked weakly at Lu Yuan.
"..." Lu Yuan's face was green and purple, looking very wonderful.
I even want to say MMP.