Madam Dihao is not good

Then, a woman's voice:

"Sikong Zeye, from today onwards, I will forget about you..."

"Clatter, clack" the sound of the waves.

"Sikong Zeye, starting today, I really don't love you anymore..."

The sour voice rang out in the tide. [

It seems to be able to see the sad and mournful back of a woman on the waves and rocks under the lonely starlight.

When the next sentence comes out, it will bring the grief that anyone will cry when they hear it. It is the sound from the soul and rushes to the bottom of the heart, so no one will be on guard against it

【Sikong Sawano, I'm going to live my life, I wish you happiness】

Only the sad crash of the breaking waves answered it.

Immediately afterwards, the unnamed piece he had just played began to play behind the tape recorder.

The theme of the melody and the sound fit the purpose so well, as if they were tailor-made.

The man pondered for a moment, rewinded the tape, and played it back to Bai Yunshang's shouted voice.

More endless melodies surged in his mind. He tried playing a section on the piano, immediately turned on the light, rushed to the desk in a few steps, swept away all the messy books, and made changes to a certain melody of the score... …

Write hard.

Messy notes dance frantically across the paper.

I even scratched the paper with excitement

When the last note was written, the pen paused slightly in mid-air, and its name was given on the header of the paper:

【MY*LIFE】(My life)

The man reinterpreted the revised song, combined the sound of the sea tide and Bai Yunshang's shouting, and carved it into a CD.

In the quiet room, a sad melody sounded, and now it has a soul...

The man leaned back on the chair, took off his glasses and wiped them, with a relaxed but satisfied smile:

"It's bound to be famous."

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Clinic. [

The arm was only a skin trauma, and it was easily treated with timely disinfection and hemostasis, and gauze was applied.

However, in order to prevent infection, anti-inflammatory injections must be given.

Mo Liuyuan accompanied Bai Yunshang, and received calls from the kid at home several times on the way.

"When will Daddy come home? Fufu misses you so much... Why does Mommy need an injection? Is Mommy sick again?"

Mofufu's voice came sharply from the phone: "Mommy, Fufu is feeding you porridge again tonight? Mommy, Mommy"