Zhao Ziruo left casually, waved his hand, leaving only a stack of bills, and also a excited Chen Lixing.

He was completely sleepy and locked in the room and quickly turned on a thick black leather notebook.

This book used to be used to write diaries, but it was broken after only a few articles. A famous saying goes: Who can write diaries for serious people?

Now it's just a new purpose.

Tear off those diaries full of sorrow and sadness in spring and autumn, throw them away as garbage, and then start writing songs.

It is said that "writing" is a compliment, but in fact it is a copying song. But can the matter of a time traveler be considered a copying?

Memory has a mysterious appearance of this golden finger. I don’t know when it will be triggered, and there is too much uncertainty. As for memory, it is not safe, and it will fade over time and gradually become oblivious and blurred.

So the best way is to copy classic works that you are familiar with on the Earth plane in your notebook, with black and white words, clearly.

This is a big project.

It is easy to copy those familiar lyrics, but it is much more troublesome to compose music.

Chen Lixing is not afraid of trouble. In this life, his future is rich and prosperous. He has to do it even if he is troublesome.

This is done and you are completely devoted to it. You hummed and quickly wrote in your hands. It is impossible to make a complete copy. It is enough to have a simplified score of 70% or 80% of it. You can slowly revise it in the future.

Let’s first song “Old Boy”, which is simply a portrayal of the current state of mind…

Let’s have another song “Clouds in Hometown”, well, it’s quite consistent…

Hehe, you can’t just play with these literary and artistic styles, and you have to arrange the popular trends. There is nothing to say. Start with top-notch works, and they are almost all famous works that are very popular:

"Big Fish", "Nocturne", "Ordinary Road", "Notepad", "Ten Years", "Fairy Tales"...

Before I knew it, all night passed.

Chen Lixing felt hungry and didn't wash up. He ran out of the yard and went to the alley and immediately smelled the rich fragrance.

Bake a pancake.

I bought seven or eight cakes, and went to a nearby convenience store to buy a few buckets of instant noodles and some daily necessities. I ran back while gnawing on the cakes and continued to start work.

His current working state is crazy and full, almost crazy and tireless. When he is hungry, he will eat a bite of cake or instant noodles.

Another all-nighter.

After all night, it’s all night.

On the afternoon of the third day, when he finished writing the last page of blank paper, it seemed to have exhausted Chen Lixing's strength. He immediately threw the ballpoint pen in his hand that had been replaced several times from the window, then he cherished it and hid the notebook, then fell asleep, and a sound of snoring came from a moment.

...

"Get up, get up quickly!"

"It's almost time to sleep, like a pig..."

In a vague way, Chen Lixing heard the cold shout. He forced himself to open his eyes and said in a daze: "What's the name? It's so noisy, I just slept."

"you!"

Zhao Ziruo couldn't suppress his anger: "I'll give you money to buy a guitar, where is the guitar?"

“No time to buy.”

"If you don't have time, just go to bed?"

"What can I do if I don't sleep? I'm so sleepy."

After copying day and night, Chen Lixing's current mental state is similar to a ball of paste.

Zhao Ziruo almost kicked the bed. When he "picked" this guy back, he didn't pick up the treasure, but picked up a piece of shit.

Look at the room, it was originally clean and neat, but it was messed up in two or three days. Food residues fell on the floor, instant noodles buckets were placed everywhere, and there was still soup left inside, which was so bad that it smelled so bad. The most annoying thing was that the chamber pot next to the chair was full, and the orange liquid was about to overflow...

Is this a person living?

Looking at Chen Lixing sleeping on the bed, his hair was messy like a chicken coop, his beard was covered with a large area, his face was pale, and his eyes were black. It immediately reminded people of bad addicted people who played games all night in Internet cafes.

Yes, play games.

What else can be found besides this?

It’s really beyond help. No wonder I fell into the street singing, no wonder I had to go home to farm.

Zhao Ziruo's eyes became colder and colder, and he turned around and slammed the door and left.

She originally wanted to ask Chen Lixing to set up a stall tonight, but after several calls, no one answered. She was worried that something would happen, so she rushed to Siheyuan and did not expect to see this scene.

There is nothing to say, I will tell him to get out tomorrow! I love moving bricks and farming!

Chen Lixing fell asleep again on the bed. He was so sleepy that he was overdrawn in his mental and physical strength.

I didn't wake up until the next day when I saw that it was almost twelve o'clock noon.

My head was buzzing and a vague pain.

Slowly, when the consciousness returns to normal, when I think of something, I secretly shouted "Oops".

It's so miserable, Zhao Ziruo seemed to have been here yesterday.

All things were delayed.

He quickly got up, started cleaning, clean up, urinate, wash away, and finally recovered his temperament. However, his body was still smelly, and he carried his clothes outside, searching for a bathhouse not far away, and scrubbing it happily.

Speaking of this bathhouse, it is really an old antique industry. The colorful world outside is rare, and you can only encounter it in the alleys in the ancient city.

It took half an hour to scrub it and come back in my clothes.

When I saw the cool motorcycle parked outside the door from a distance, my heart was filled with a sensation. When I walked in, I saw Zhao Ziruo moving a rattan chair and sitting in the yard.

"You're here?"

Chen Lixing had a smile on his face.

Zhao Ziruo glanced at him: "Is this rubbing? I'm pretty good at enjoying it."

Chen Lixing said: "I have been writing songs these two days. As I was writing, I forgot the time. I have just recovered now, so I went to wash it and prepared to go out to buy a guitar."

Zhao Ziruo's "tsk tsk" sounded, and he didn't believe it at all. He just played games, and he would talk about writing songs all over and over again, and would he deceive a three-year-old child?

Chen Lixing put the things in place and ran out in a neat way: "You are here just right, you are familiar with the place, take me to buy it."

"I don't have the time and I don't think it's necessary."

Chen Lixing knew that the Lord was indeed annoyed, so he hurriedly said, "I am really writing songs. If you don't believe me, I'll show you."

"Okay, come on, I see what you wrote."

Chen Lixing went into the house again and took out the notebook. Of course, the thick one could not be revealed. This was the cost of the box. He opened it and searched it, found a suitable one, and then carefully tore it off.

When he went out, Yang Yang said, "Here, if there is a guitar, I can sing one for you on the spot."

Zhao Ziruo glanced at him and did not take it over and looked at him. Instead, he entered the main room and came out soon, with a beige acoustic guitar on his hand.

Chen Lixing was stunned: "You have musical instruments in your room."

Zhao Ziruo stared at his face, feeling of joking about exposing the other party's tricks on the spot: "I have a guitar, you sing it, I'll listen carefully."

Chen Lixing took the guitar and stood there, fiddled with the strings twice, and stopped again: "I haven't practiced the song I just wrote, and I may not play it well, so you will listen."

Zhao Ziruo only looked at him coldly: act, act hard, and see what kind of winter melon tofu you can play and sing.

Chen Lixing didn't say anything anymore, looked at the score on the paper carefully. After a few minutes, it finally began in Zhao Ziruo's impatient expression.

First, there is a small soft and lyrical prelude, and then the first sentence is sung:
Chapter completed!