Naturally, Xia Ange couldn't eat so many fried eggs. She only ate two and put the rest in a bowl.

Gu Zhinan naturally saw him, curled his lips, walked to the sofa and was about to sit down, then he remembered the reason why he stayed up late.

"I wrote a song, let me show it to you?"

Originally, he wanted to go back and sleep well until the afternoon, but after eating enough and taking medicine, he felt better. Gu Zhinan thought of business.

Xia Ange paused while pouring water. She raised her eyes, her eyes filled with doubts and surprise, but in the end she lowered her eyes and nodded.

Gu Zhinan saw Xia Ange nodding in agreement, so he took a sip of water, regained his energy, and turned back to the room.

The door was not closed, and Xia Ange could clearly hear the sound of ruffling things coming from inside.

She wrinkled her beautiful nose.

I don’t know what Gu Zhinan is doing.

It wasn't until he was holding his guitar, two pages of manuscript paper and a pen in his hand that Xia Ange had more doubts in his heart.

Did he actually write the song?

That's why he borrowed the guitar from him?

Xia Ange remembered that she didn't seem to know what Gu Zhinan's occupation was. She only knew that he didn't have to go out to work and stayed in his room every day.

"No, look, I still need your help, this is not finished yet."

Gu Zhinan put down the guitar, took out the lyrics sheet from the two manuscript papers, handed it to Xia Ange, and then sat down.

Xia Ange took the wrinkled manuscript paper and frowned, making Gu Zhinan a little shy.

"I was so sleepy that I threw it on the bed and got it wrinkled. I'll just write another one later."

Xia Ange didn't pay attention, she looked at it and it said, summer wind.

The name is quite nice, and my interest in Xia Ange immediately rose.

The wind in July is lazy.

Even the clouds are getting hot.

The day after tomorrow will be boring.

After a while it rained.

Wooyeah.

When Xia Ange saw this, her pretty face suddenly became serious. She raised her head and said to Gu Zhinan in a daze.

"Did you really write it?"

"Yes, it's absolutely true!"

Gu Zhinan nodded. This song does not exist in this world, so he is the original one!

The temperature climbed to the point where it was no longer bearable.

Simply closed his eyes.

Let your imagination change.

The scene shows two people walking together.

My face is also gently pressed against your chest.

Xia Ange's earlobes turned red all of a sudden. She remembered that she had thrown herself into Gu Zhinan's arms last night, so close to her chest that she could even hear Gu Zhinan's heartbeat.

She read it very carefully. The lyrics were only about a hundred words long, but she read it back and forth several times.

Gu Zhinan didn't bother her, but he was a little nervous. Couldn't this song be good?

impossible!

He quickly overturned his idea. If the song didn't work, there wouldn't be any good songs!

"What, what's going on?"

No matter what he thought in his heart, Gu Zhinan was still a little timid in words.

"very good!"

Xia Ange said seriously, then raised his head, looked at Gu Zhinan closely with his peach blossom eyes, and said seriously.

"That's really good! Are you a musician?"

Then why did he borrow his own guitar? Moreover, he had never heard any sounds like guitar, piano or even drums coming from his room.

"No, I'm a novelist. I wrote this randomly. I suddenly got some inspiration last night. I don't usually write songs."

Gu Zhinan shook his head, dispelling Xia Ange's suspicion, and then handed the music score to Xia Ange.

"This is the music score, but only the front part. After all, I'm not a professional. I can try to sing it, and then you record it?"

Xia Ange did not speak, but took over the same crumpled manuscript paper, with symbols drawn in random directions, scrawled and altered, more like a child's drawing paper.

"I'll make do, I'll make do, just wait until you write it down and it looks good!"

Before Xia Ange raised his head, Gu Zhinan quickly spoke.

Xia Ange found the piece of music Gu Zhinan was talking about from inside Gu Zhinan's crooked ghost-drawing talisman.

Does it start at the front?

She took it into her mind for a moment, murmuring the musical notes softly, and then her peach blossom eyes became brighter and brighter.

When she looked at Gu Zhinan, those peach blossom eyes seemed to eat him up.

Gu Zhinan swallowed and did not dare to look into Xia Ange's eyes. He did not have much magic resistance and could easily be charmed.

"Can you sing a little bit?"

"Can."

Gu Zhinan put the pen on the table in front of Xia Ange, hugged the guitar, adjusted his sitting posture, and then grinned at Xia Ange.

"Remember to take note of it. Also, don't hit me if I don't sing well. I just play blindly."

"oh."

Xia Ange obediently picked up the pen. Not seeing any new manuscript paper, he turned over the page of the music score and sat directly on the floor blanket.

"Ahem."

Gu Zhinan also calmed down his expression. He felt that singing, like writing novels, was something that needed to be taken seriously, even if he didn't sing well.

At noon in midsummer, Gu Zhinan sat on the sofa and closed his eyes, searching for a feeling. Xia Ange sat on the carpet and looked at him seriously.

It all happened a bit strangely. He borrowed his guitar last night, and now he told himself that he had written a song.

Ding.

The sound of guitar strumming came out, and Gu Zhinan took a deep breath to make his throat feel better.

Then the sound of the guitar continued to sound, very soft and warm, and a gust of wind came in from the balcony.

It shone on the side of Gu Zhinan's face holding the guitar, and penetrated into Xia Ange's heart.

"The wind in July is lazy.

Even the clouds are getting hot.

The day after tomorrow will be boring.

After a while it rained.

Oh yeah!"

Gu Zhinan's voice is very gentle, and although his playing technique is still unfamiliar, it can be seen that he has a good foundation.

He sang very seriously, and played every word, every sentence, and every note very seriously.

He did not allow this song to appear in this world in his hands, which was imperfect.

He hopes to bring this song to the world in its entirety.

"The temperature has climbed to the point where it can no longer be tolerated,

Simply close your eyes and let your imagination change as you wish!

The scene shows two people walking together.

My face is also close to your chest.

Hear the heartbeat, oh, care that my temperature is the same as the weather!”

Xia Ange didn't move the pen in her hand from the first sentence. Her peach blossom eyes stared blankly at Gu Zhinan, listening to every word he sang and played.

He is serious and religious.

Xia Ange was fascinated, and the artistic conception of this song had drawn her deeply into it.

"I will always remember the summer wind!

Say clearly that you love me, I see your cool smile even when you are shy!"

During the prelude, Gu Zhinan could still sing with his gentlest voice, but when it came to the chorus, he couldn't sing anymore.

His voice was obviously hoarse and a little broken. But he didn't stop.

Because the song is broken, but the rhythm of the guitar playing is still correct. I may not be proficient in it, but at least I keep it right.

"You and my summer wind are talking softly!

The gentle and lazy sea breeze blows to the high mountain peaks, the warm wind, the mountain wind, blows into my mountain breeze!

Why are you not here? Ask Shanfeng to come back soon."

Xia Ange's eyes were red, and her peach blossom eyes were filled with mist. She hummed this paragraph to her own melody.

Coincidentally!

[Author's digression]: Today's third update is completed, everyone is enjoying themselves.
Chapter completed!