Peninsula: Starting with the nation's first love, the white moonlight

The fifth floor of LEON Company.

Lee Ji-eun walked ahead with her hands behind her back, her little head slightly raised, leading Lee Lu-ran to her private territory.

As soon as he entered, Li Luran couldn't help but look around.

He had studied music theory for a while before, but this was the first time he had ever seen a music studio of this caliber.

The studio was large, with thick carpets on the floor and many musical instruments placed against one wall, along with several valuable guitars hanging on the wall.

Li Luran walked to the row of guitars, stared at an acoustic guitar for a while, gently touched the body of the guitar with his fingers, and then casually fiddled with the mixing console next to it.

Lee Ji-eun leaned against the door, arms crossed, looking at Lee Lu-ran.

I've been holding in a lot of frustration, and now I finally have an outlet for it.

"Have you seen enough, intern?"

Lee Ji-eun raised an eyebrow, lightly tapping the carpet with her toes, her tone tinged with sourness.

"Never seen such a professional creative studio before, have you?" She pursed her lips. "Yeah, some people are always busy discussing copywriting with beautiful senior artists, they never have time to care about us poor artists."

Lee Ji-eun's sourness was practically wafting out the window, but Lee Ji-eun, the straight man, seemed completely absorbed in his own world.

Without turning his head, he casually took down the guitar from the wall.

"Why!"

Lee Ji-eun was startled and quickly took a step forward, reaching out to stop him, "Don't touch it! That guitar is expensive, don't break it..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Luran was already sitting in the chair and began to play the piano.

The piece he played was called "Twilight," a piece that demands a great deal of skill and emotional expression.

Fingers dance across the instrument, producing melodious and lingering music, as if reminiscing about a past that can never be touched.

Lee Ji-eun slowly lowered her hand, and gradually... she became mesmerized.

She can play the guitar herself and knows very well that this level of skill cannot be achieved through casual practice.

This kind of precise control of rhythm cannot be achieved without years of hard practice!

Five minutes later, the music ended.

Li Luran stood up, hung the guitar back on the wall, turned around, and saw Li Zhi'en standing there in a daze.

"I know, sir?"

Li Luran waved his hand in front of her eyes and teased with a smile, "What's wrong? Don't worry, I didn't break your piano."

"what?"

Lee Ji-eun snapped out of her daze and stammered, "You can play the guitar? And you play it so well?"

An 18-year-old international student getting into Seoul National University demonstrates top-notch academic performance. But to think his musical talent is also so exceptional? This completely overturned her understanding.

"I'm usually bored when I'm alone, so I just practice casually," Li Luran replied modestly.

"By the way, getting back to the point, what's the matter that you called me over in such a hurry?"

Upon hearing this question, Lee Ji-eun was stunned.

By the way, why did she suddenly call Li Luran over? Actually, she didn't know herself. She just saw Li Luran being so intimate with that woman, and she felt inexplicably irritated, so she impulsively called him up.

"Ah, well, it's because..." Lee Ji-eun's eyes darted around, her fingers twirling the hem of her clothes several times, but she couldn't find a suitable reason.

Suddenly, she noticed the crumpled, discarded drafts on the ground, and an idea struck her:

"That's right, I took your advice and want to try writing the title track for an album myself."

"But I had absolutely no clue what to write, and the melody I wrote felt like a copy of Good Days."

She picked up a crumpled piece of paper and crumpled it in her hand with some annoyance.

"I wrote several versions of the lyrics, but it felt like I was just whining for no reason."

At this point, Lee Ji-eun lowered her head in frustration.

She was, after all, just a nineteen-year-old girl. Asking her to fabricate those complicated emotions out of thin air was really asking too much of her.

Li Luran listened quietly, knowing full well that creation was not something that could be accomplished overnight.

For creators, inspiration is very important; once inspiration strikes, a song can be written in just a few minutes.

"I know I'm grateful."

You've fallen into a misconception.

He looked into her eyes and said gently, "Creative work cannot be rushed. Although you haven't systematically studied songwriting and composition, you can trust your ears."

"As IU, I know better than anyone what songs are good and what songs are bad."

"You think it sounds bad because you don't even believe what you've written."

"So, Ji-eun, be more confident, believe in yourself, believe in your musical talent."

Lee Ji-eun looked up, her eyes still somewhat blank: "Then how should I write it?"

Write about your own experiences.

Li Luran's voice was calm: "There's no need to write about a dramatic love story; even a small, touching moment is fine."

Lee Ji-eun stared blankly at him, her mind racing through recent events.

There was his back as he shielded her from the rain, there was the bowl of hot porridge on the table, and there was the inexplicable irritation she felt when she saw him smiling at other girls.

She is the nation's little sister, and because of this identity, she cannot date or have scandals.

She seemed trapped in the persona of her younger sister.

And he, though a year younger than me, was so mature and so rational.

Lee Ji-eun slowly raised her head, her eyes gradually brightening. "I...I think I understand!"

She hurriedly stood up and rushed barefoot to the desk. She grabbed a pen, lay down on the desk, and began to write, humming a few lines every now and then.

After half an hour.

"Li Luran! I finished writing it!" She turned around excitedly, grabbed the draft paper, and rushed to Li Luran.

"I've written the melody and the lyrics, can you take a look?"

Li Luran looked down and saw that the song was titled "You and I".

The lyrics have a fantasy style, which really suits Lee Ji-eun's style.

Please call my name

"In the future I peeked into"

"You and I are together"

"You enjoy playing with me."

Li Luran could sense that a great deal of emotion was poured into these lyrics.

"Are these lyrics about yourself?"

"Um!"

Lee Ji-eun nodded vigorously, her cheeks slightly flushed. "This 'I' is myself."

"Then who does this 'You' refer to?" Li Luran asked subconsciously.

As soon as he finished speaking, the room suddenly fell silent.

Lee Ji-eun didn't answer; she couldn't bring herself to say it.

This guy is so smart, but sometimes he's terribly slow-witted.

She glanced at Li Luran and found that he was still focused on looking at the sheet music.

Lee Ji-eun breathed a slight sigh of relief, but felt somewhat depressed.

You idiot, you're such a complete idiot! Who does this "You" refer to?

Of course, it's you, the big idiot who taught me how to write songs but doesn't understand anything at all.

Who else could it be?