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Yang Xingyu looked at the acrostic poem on the manuscript paper in front of him, frowning and wondering how to compose music for it, when Zhen Xin, who was sitting next to him, suddenly asked: "Have you ever had the habit of writing a diary before?"

Yang Xingyu was startled and looked up at her. He subconsciously denied it, "No!"

Zhen Xin looked into his eyes suspiciously, "Then how did you write these lyrics? Your lyrics clearly mentioned a diary!"

Yang Xingyu burst into laughter, "I just made it up! Suppose I had written such a diary back then, and then based on this hypothetical diary, I wrote this acrostic poem!"

"Acrostic?"

Zhen Xin was a little surprised. She looked down at the lyrics he just wrote, smiled and nodded: "It's really an acrostic poem. You did write a sentence first, and then wrote the lyrics based on this sentence. However, the acrostic poem They’re usually ancient poems, right? It’s really rare to find modern poems with hidden features like yours.”

Yang Xingyu laughed at himself: "I'm not well-educated enough to write ancient poems, so I just wrote a modern poem for fun. Anyway, modern poems are more suitable to be turned into pop songs, right?"

Zhen Xin nodded slightly and looked at him again, "Is the diary in this song really made up by you?"

Yang Xingyu nodded.

No guilt at all.

He indeed never wrote such a diary.

Zhen Xin frowned and asked, "Then you never kept a diary when you were studying?"

Yang Xingyu recalled it and said with a smile: "If you say you have never written an article, it must be false. In the past, the Chinese teacher encouraged each of us to develop the habit of keeping a diary and told us many benefits of keeping a diary. The biggest The advantage is, of course, that you can exercise your ability to write essays, so I seemed to have been writing for a while in the first year of junior high school! Then I stopped writing.”

Zhen Xin smiled and asked, "Is that diary still there?"

Yang Xingyu shook his head, "I don't remember. How many years has it been since I wrote something in the first grade of junior high school? Maybe it was in my hometown, or maybe it's long gone."

Zhen Xin looked into his eyes, as if trying to distinguish whether his words were true or false.

After looking at it for a while, she said: "Then next time I go to your house, I will look for it with you."

Yang Xingyu: "Why are you looking for that thing? Even if you find it, the things you wrote back then are very childish. They are just recording the daily weather and some trivial things in life, which are not nutritious."

Zhen Xin smiled, "I want to see it."

Yang Xingyu was speechless.

He was not afraid that the diary would reveal any secrets about him.

Although he had long forgotten what was written in that diary, he had the impression that he had nothing to write about back then. His daily life consisted of going to school, doing homework, doing housework, farm work, and then sleeping.

"Compose music! I won't disturb you anymore. Think about it carefully, maybe you will get some inspiration."

Zhen Xin urged him to compose music again.

He can compose shitty music,

But judging from Zhen Xin's attitude tonight, she won't let him rest unless he produces some results.

He had no choice but to search in his mind for some songs that came out after 2007, trying to imitate something from the melodies of those songs.

Anyway, he didn't intend to come up with any high-quality songs for her in the first place, it would be fine if he could fool her.

She can force him to write songs, but can she also force him to write classic songs?

Yang Xingyu was looking at the acrostic poems and scratching his stomach.

Zhen Xin is also reading this poem he wrote over and over again.

As a result, she looked at it and suddenly asked another question, "Hey, wait a minute! When you wrote this poem, the girl you were thinking about was not me, right?"

Yang Xingyu: "..."

Yang Xingyu looked up at her again speechlessly, "Beauty, didn't you just say you wouldn't disturb me? You just said that! It's only been a few minutes, and you've broken your promise?"

He discovered that after receiving the certificate, Zhen Xin talked more than before.

A thought flashed through his mind: Fortunately, I don't just like your aloof appearance. Otherwise, how could I like you when you talk so much now? Zhen Xin ignored his accusation. She stretched out her hand and touched a spot on the manuscript paper with her white index finger, and said, "Look at this sentence, 'Your joys, sorrows, and sorrows are all recorded.' I remember that I used to be in the same class with you. I usually don't have any expression when I'm with you, right? How did you see my emotions at that time?"

Yang Xingyu was speechless.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhen Xin pointed to the next sentence, "There is also this sentence, 'Every frown and smile seems to be in front of you'. I just said that when you and I were in the same class, I usually had no expression. My expression at that time Is it so rich?”

Yang Xingyu smiled bitterly.

Zhen Xin glanced at him unpleasantly and pointed to the next sentence, "There is also this sentence, 'You are so cute in my eyes when you are angry.' If you take a good look at my angry expression now, do you really think I am so cute?" Cute expression? Huh?”

Yang Xingyu raised his hand to his forehead, thinking of just hitting him to death.

But when Zhen Xin saw him like this, she stretched out her hands to turn his face toward her, and said with a serious expression: "Take a good look!"

Yang Xingyu had to look at her delicate and flawless face.

At this time, in order to prove that she was not cute when she was angry, she actually put on an angry expression and stared at him coldly.

Not to mention, when Yang Xingyu saw her pretending to be angry, he really found it quite cute.

No, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and there was a smile in his eyes.

"Don't move! Just don't move!"

He told her with a smile.

"what?"

Zhen Xin kept an angry expression and asked confusedly.

Yang Xingyu chuckled, took out his cell phone, found the camera that came with it, pointed the camera at her face, focused it, and took three photos of her head in a row.

When he took out his mobile phone and pointed the camera at her face, Zhen Xin knew what he was going to do.

But she frowned and continued to maintain an angry expression.

After Yang Xingyu took three pictures in a row, she asked: "What? I'm really cute now? It's impossible, right?"

Yang Xingyu opened the photo album with a smile on his face, opened the last photo he had just taken for her, and handed the phone to her, "Hey! See it for yourself! You can't prove it, I have photos to prove it."

"real or fake?"

Unknowingly, Zhen Xin, who had lost her angry expression, took his phone with suspicion and frowned at the photos on the phone.

The more he looked at her expression, the more surprised he became.

Because she also thought the expression in the photo seemed a bit cute.

She couldn't help but whisper to herself: "It's really strange. My former classmates all said that I am the iceberg type! Was my expression just now wrong?"

Her last sentence was raised by Yang Xingyu.

Yang Xingyu laughed, "What's wrong? Don't you just have an angry expression?"

Zhen Xin didn't smile. She looked down at the photos on her phone again with doubtful eyes. She swiped her fingers on the phone screen a few times and carefully looked at the three photos she had just taken. She suddenly tapped the tabletop and suddenly said: " I know, this expression is really wrong!"

Yang Xingyu said nothing, just looked at her with questioning eyes.

She looked up and saw his expression and eyes, and explained to herself: "The angry expression I had just now was forced out. I was pretending to be angry, not really angry. That's why it looked a bit cute, right?" Wrong? Do you think that’s right?”

Yang Xingyu didn't want to admit it, so he shook his head repeatedly, "No! The anger in the performance is also an angry look. Facts have proved that you are a bit cute when you are angry!"

Zhen Xin squinted at him with dissatisfaction, but in Yang Xingyu's eyes, her expression still felt a little cute.

So, he couldn't bear it at all, and immediately stretched out his hands to hold her face and kissed her.

At the same time, I was still making a small calculation in my mind - trying to get her to bed so that I wouldn't have to compose music for her tonight. (End of chapter)