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Chapter 190 Let Zhen Xin remember this night forever

Today is Valentine's Day, and the other person may not have time to surf the Internet.

Yang Xingyu sat in front of the computer and waited for more than ten minutes, but did not wait for the other party's reply, so he put the matter aside for the time being. Anyway, even if a class reunion was organized, the gathering time would definitely be arranged after the New Year, and now there are still two or three days before the New Year.

As for investigating Zhang Jiawei by the way, there is no rush for the time being.

Because Qi Meilan is currently on winter vacation, and the school where she works is still early in term, the only way Zhang Jiawei can harass her is to make phone calls.

As long as Qi Meilan doesn't meet the other party, there will be no danger.

As for...if their high school classmates really have a reunion after the year, what will happen if Zhen Xin and Qi Meilan attend the reunion with him?
Yang Xingyu was not very worried.

Because he felt that with Zhen Xin’s character, she probably wouldn’t participate.

Moreover, Zhen Xin was a repeat student back then and had little contact with fresh graduates like them. With the reputation of the monitor, she should not be able to invite her.

Even Qi Meilan may not attend such a class reunion.

"Our Valentine's Day is a bit boring."

When he returned to the bed and lay down next to Zhen Xin, Zhen Xin suddenly sighed like this.

Yang Xingyu looked at her in surprise, "Why are you so boring?"

Zhen Xin looked at him with a smile, "You cooked the meal at my place, and you didn't go out to go shopping or watch a movie. You spent the whole night besides eating and sleeping. Don't you think we had a peaceful Valentine's Day?" Is it no different than usual?"

Yang Xingyu thought for a while and asked, "Do you want to go out and have fun?"

Zhen Xin stretched out, shook his head and said, "Forget it now! I'm feeling exhausted. I just feel like I haven't felt the Valentine's Day atmosphere at all today."

Valentine's Day mood?

What's the mood like on Valentine's Day?
Eating Western food and drinking red wine at a high-end restaurant?Standing on the side of the road, kissing like no one else is around?Or find a hotel, get a room, and compete with the couple in the next room to see who can last longer?
Yang Xingyu didn't expect that Zhen Xin, who usually stayed at home, would be so restless during the holidays?
The last time they spent Christmas Eve together, he had bought all the groceries, but she suggested going out to eat. At that time, she also said she wanted to go out and feel the festive atmosphere.

Today is Valentine's Day, so she didn't ask to go out to eat, but now that it's late at night, she feels that today's holiday is a bit boring.

But she didn't want to go out to play now.

What does this make him do?
Aren't you posing a problem for me?

Yang Xingyu frowned and thought for a while, then decided to leave a deep impression on her and try to make her never forget this Valentine's Day in her life.

In an instant, Yang Xingyu thought of two ideas.

One is to sleep with her in an unusual way.

At this young age, he has this confidence.

But he himself felt that this method was a bit vulgar, not like love, but more like adultery.

Therefore, this idea only flashed in his mind and was eliminated by him.

Another creative idea is more artistic, which should be enough for her to remember this Valentine's Day night forever.

So, Yang Xingyu suddenly asked her, "Hey, Xinxin, you have studied music for so many years, can you compose music?"

Zhen Xin nestled in his arm with her eyes closed. She didn't open her eyes when she heard this, but just said casually: "Composing music? Why do you ask this suddenly?"

Yang Xingyu put his face against hers and said with a smile: "Don't worry about why I ask, just tell me whether you know how to do it."

Zhen Xin was silent for a moment and said calmly: "I have learned about composing music before. When I was in college, I also tried to write lyrics and compose music by myself, but...how should I put it? I may not have the talent in that area! I can barely do it. I am very dissatisfied with the work that came out, and I am too embarrassed to show it to my instructor or others for comment. Why do you ask this?"

Yang Xingyu: "I recently wrote a piece of lyrics. There are not many lyrics, but it feels interesting. I have even figured out how to sing it myself. Do you want to listen to it? After listening to it, if you think it is interesting, you can help me compose it. How about a song? Are you interested?"

In the rebirth novels he had read before, the protagonist seemed to like to copy something.

Novel, movie, TV series, or pop song.

After his rebirth, Yang Xingyu did not think in the direction of Wen Chao Gong.

Because he knew that there were very few things he could remember and copy.

But since dating Zhen Xin, because Zhen Xin has been studying music since she was a child, he occasionally thinks about whether he can give her one or two songs that will become popular in the future?
However, he is afraid that after she becomes popular, the variables between him and her will increase. If she breaks into the entertainment industry and becomes a popular singer, it will affect their relationship, which will not be good.

Therefore, although he had thought about it, he never actually sent her a song.

And just now, he suddenly thought of a song that he liked before, but it didn't seem to be well-known.

It seems quite suitable to give her as a Valentine's Day gift.

This moment also made her look at him with admiration. Don't always regard him as an uncultured chef.

"Ah."

Zhen Xin chuckled lightly, finally opened her eyes, and looked at him with a smile, "That's right! You wrote a song yourself? And you've figured out how to sing it? Then you can sing it for me!"

"You are interested in?"

Yang Xingyu asked with a smile.

Zhen Xin nodded in a funny way, maybe thinking that being idle is also idle, and she said, "Yes! Is it a children's song?"

Yang Xingyu was speechless, but he hummed.

Zhen Xin became interested and stretched out her hand to signal: "Contestant, please start your performance!" Yang Xingyu looked at her, brewing his emotions for a moment, thought about it, and suddenly sat up and leaned against the bed.

Zhen Xin didn't sit up, so she rested her head on his lap and looked up at him, with a smile on her lips and in her eyes, showing interest.

Yang Xingyu narrowed his eyes slightly, recalling the time when he was occasionally in a bad mood in Yuan Shikong and went to KTV to sing alone.

In fact, men are just like women sometimes, and they also have a few days every month.

Once those days arrive, a man's mood may be inexplicably low, and he may recall many past events. In that state, no matter how cheerful or cynical a man is on weekdays, he may reveal his deep side.

Because most of the cheerful, playful, flattering, and other states that mature men display in their daily lives are just performances.

Under such a state, there is often a lonely soul.

Yang Xingyu, a scumbag who once had a successful career, also has that side.

The longer the days of feasting and feasting went by, the lonelier he felt in his heart. He always felt that everything he wanted was getting further and further away from him, and he had become beyond recognition.

"Open this window that has not been opened for a long time, and dust is scattered on the ground left and right..."

Yang Xingyu, who had regained his original state of mind, suddenly sang these lyrics in a low voice. Zhen Xin was stunned because this was obviously not the way to sing a children's song.

Moreover, she felt that his singing seemed interesting.

Yang Xingyu didn't look at her at this time. He squinted his eyes and sat on the head of the bed with his face raised, looking at the white ceiling, and continued to sing the following lyrics in a low voice.

“I completely forgot how long I had been standing here and completely lost track of any direction.

What force can tear down a gray wall?
What soil can nurture love?
In my deep memory, this scene before me once appeared.

Reality and dreams, I have no doubt.

Reality and dreams, I have no doubt.

Why does the thick ink turn the night black?
Apply it randomly around the moon?
......"

The last two lines were sung repeatedly by him in a high-pitched voice.

This is the rock song "Dye the Night Black" by Xie Tianxiao.

After it came out in [-], Yang Xingyu liked it very much when he heard it for the first time. In addition, the song had few lyrics and it was not difficult to learn, so he gradually learned to sing it after listening to it more times.

Occasionally when he goes to sing K alone, he also likes to sing this song.

Every time he sang this song, he had the illusion that it was not his fault that he had become bad and scumbag, but the fault of the world.

This feeling is something that a scumbag and Neptune like him likes very much.

……

In Zhen Xin's bedroom.

When Yang Xingyu finished singing this song and looked down at Zhen Xin, he saw Zhen Xin looking at him in surprise, as if she were meeting him for the first time, and her eyes seemed a little straight.

Such an expression rarely appears on her face.

Yang Xingyu thought it was quite interesting, smiled, reached out and touched her face, and asked with a smile: "How is it? Isn't it interesting?"

Zhen Xin frowned, silently stood up and sat up, sat next to him, turned to look at him, and asked suspiciously: "Did you really write this song?"

Yang Xingyutian nodded shamelessly, "Of course, you can search online to see if there is anything similar."

He clearly remembers that this song came out in [-], so he is not afraid of being exposed.

Zhen Xin was hesitant and looked at him with a hint of doubt. She suddenly asked, "What's the name of this song?"

Yang Xingyu: ""Dye the Night Black"."

Zhen Xin still frowned, "Have you really never learned to write lyrics or compose music?"

Yang Xingyu smiled, "What do you think?"

Zhen Xin glared at him, "Don't ask back! Tell me directly, have you learned it or not?"

Yang Xingyu shook his head, "No."

Zhen Xin's eyes became even more confused, "Then why can you write such lyrics? And how can you figure out how to sing them?"

It’s not like there are no original singers who can’t compose music.

Yang Xingyu asked: "In your opinion, which song came first in this world? Or did the lyrics and music score creation method come first?"

Zhen Xin was confused, "What do you mean?"

Yang Xingyu smiled, "I think that for any literary and artistic works, there are works first, and then there are a bunch of people who study them, and they summarize the creation methods of this kind of works bit by bit, just like writing novels. I don't believe that the novels came first. Writing techniques, and then someone writes the first novel based on these techniques, what do you think?"

"You mean... to write a song, you don't need to know the techniques of writing lyrics and music?"

Zhen Xin asked with a frown.

Yang Xingyu still asked: "Have you heard of several great writers who graduated with a major in writing?"

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