Compared with the nervous excitement that started a few days before the performance when she first started working, He Peiyuan is now considered calm. It's already past two o'clock in the afternoon. She is still walking on the treadmill to meet her two-kilometer digestion target, although she will have to wait for a while.

She takes a shower, practices scales on the piano, and performs with rogues, but the girl remains calm and unhurried.

Yang Jingxing was reading on the sofa, not because his mind had advanced and he was thirsty for knowledge, but because he was forced to do so, and he was criticized on the treadmill for turning the pages too quickly.

He Peiyuan dislikes the scenery videos in the so-called gift packages more and more. The aesthetics are seriously outdated and affect her rhythm. It is better to watch a movie or put on headphones and listen to some dynamic music.

Yang Jingxing just wanted to throw away the book: "I will accompany you!"

He Peiyuan was amused by her boyfriend's sincerity. She saw this guy holding a guitar, a trumpet under his arm, strings and a stool. He was obviously going to have a big fight.

The girl picked it herself, and the guitar came first. Yang Jingxing was impressed: "You have courage, I admire you."

He Peiyuan felt confident and confident: "I'll rest for two minutes first."

Okay, Yang Jingxing is also going to warm up. Let’s do two hundred beats per minute first to get a feel for it.

He Peiyuan was so angry that she jumped: "You have to do it step by step!"

They were preparing themselves with tense hostility to each other. Yang Jingxing carefully adjusted his playing posture, and He Peiyuan also repeated the stretching exercises more seriously.

After standing on the machine again, He Peiyuan still looked down on others: "You start first."

This intro by Yang Jingxing is very suitable for soundtracking a landscape video. The slow flow of one of the themes of "Only You Know This is a Love Song" makes people don't want to take a step at all. It's best to lie down.

He Peiyuan was one step ahead, and the treadmill started running at the lowest setting. After walking a few steps, she heard the accompaniment speeding up, and she was able to find the right rhythm and increase the speed to three.

Yang Jingxing is still slow and methodical. He has his own tactics and does not seek quick victory, but can also improvise.

He Peiyuan walked and listened, feeling relaxed and proud, with provocative eyes as she accompanied the music.

Yang Jingxing gradually speeded up, but did not destroy the continuity of the music, but his words were vulgar: "My little butt can twist, please go faster."

He Peiyuan first increased her speed and then covered her butt with her backhand, refusing to accept the opponent's trash talk.

"How can you run like this? Let go of your hands." Yang Jingxing sped up to help the girl run. He simply stood up and walked closer to observe and correct...

By the time the treadmill speed increased to twelve, He Peiyuan was already looking embarrassed. Although she gritted her teeth and persisted, she couldn't care about anything else. Yang Jingxing was happy, and finally took the initiative. He didn't get scolded for doing such evil, and he had a mean smile on his face.

Much happier than the music flowing from my hands.

He Peiyuan's physical strength was really not that good. She had only run three hundred meters this time, and her steps were starting to become unsteady. But her expression of not admitting defeat seemed to be supported by hatred. Yang Jingxing may have lost inertia, and took the initiative to push the bullet.

When the playing slows down, press the machine's slowdown button.

He Peiyuan didn't want people to be pretentious, so she could stand on the outer edge of her running gear with both hands, and then stared at the accompaniment, changing the expression on her face from tired to sad: "...you don't feel sorry for me at all!"

Yes, the girl was on her period. Yang Jingxing quickly apologized and wanted to give his girlfriend a leg massage.

He Peiyuan resisted the ill-intentioned weasel. After all, she was also a performer, and there was something interesting about the random guitar playing just now.

Yang Jingxing was pleasantly surprised: "Did you hear it? Isn't it very eye-catching, attracting as much attention as Yuanyuan."

He Peiyuan didn't seem very optimistic: "Play it again..."

Yang Jingxing has really been dreaming about challenging his girlfriend's beauty. He said that he has obtained some materials through many daily life or fantasy during this period. Now that it has been exposed, let's take it out for review.

The melody just now was harvested last week. It came from the unexpected emotion that Yang Jingxing felt when he saw his girlfriend in the documentary. The feeling was very different from looking at photos from more than ten years ago. Yang Jingxing tried his best to describe: "...

…It’s like she’s not my girlfriend on TV, because the film is not from my perspective. It’s not only fresh but also exciting.”

As for the art discussion, He Peiyuan, who had a general understanding of the creative background, did not resist the sarcasm and was quite serious: "Play it again."

Yang Jingxing became more modest: "I'm not yet mature and refined... If there are people who feel good about themselves, do you want to listen to them?

He Peiyuan nodded encouragingly: "Okay."

Yang Jingxing also introduced: "When you called the morning before yesterday, you had mixed feelings, and you cried again..."

He Peiyuan nodded seriously, as if she understood the feeling: "...go inside."

The two of them sat down in front of the piano dignifiedly. Yang Jingxing also explained: "It may be a little off topic, but it does not deviate from the purpose."

He Peiyuan felt sad: "Don't say that... I think blind people are also beautiful."

Yang Jingxing nodded, looked at the keyboard, and needed to think about it for a while. He Peiyuan was also in a listening state, pursed her lips in a serious tone.

The one-minute-long playing sounds a bit complicated in texture, sometimes with dual voices and sometimes with single voices. The auditory color is bright, but the emotional expression seems to be ambiguous.

After finishing playing, Yang Jingxing first made an excuse: "It's a bit superficial and monotonous. I haven't decided yet. After this piece, I thought it would have to be in the form of an ensemble, at least a trio and a quartet."

He Peiyuan nodded seriously.

Yang Jingxing continued to show off: "And yesterday, when I entered Yuanyuan's room, I felt..."

"Husband..." He Peiyuan's voice was weak.

Yang Jingxing was worried: "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

He Peiyuan's expression was indeed uncomfortable: "I'm a bit conflicted... I just want to know your creative process, but I don't want to know or be spoiled."

Yang Jingxing smiled: "What should we do?"

He Peiyuan has a way: "Can you write down all these materials and inspirations, use music scores, and write down even a little bit of materials that may not be used. There may be one draft or two drafts, but they are all needed anyway... I will talk about it in detail later.

Listen to me, okay?"

Yang Jingxing was a little scared: "Then how much should I remember? It's a lot of work."

He Peiyuan frowned and pursed her lips, leaning her chin on her boyfriend's shoulder, twisting her buttocks on the stool and humming uncomfortably.

Yang Jingxing was a little overwhelmed, but he hadn't completely surrendered yet: "Kiss me."

He Peiyuan's kiss was loud and clear, and her tone was very meaningful: "Thank you, husband."

Yang Jingxing pushed even further: "From now on, I will kiss someone every time I record a paragraph."

He Peiyuan pursed her lips so high that her speech was unclear: "I'll give you ten or twenty first?"

Yang Jingxing was excited: "From now on, we will have a happy life."

He Peiyuan thought for a moment and retracted her lips, and said seriously: "No, you can't delay it intentionally...and you have to remember your mental journey, otherwise it won't count if you can't explain it clearly at the time!"

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Okay, if you don't pass, I will return it to you and calculate the interest."

"What a beautiful thought!" He Peiyuan looked at her boyfriend, then softened, her chin pressed harder and her lips pursed again and again: "Let me ask you, has Lao Qi given you a lot of inspiration?"

Yang Jingxing thought for a moment: "Of course it has happened before."

He Peiyuan seems to be still discussing art: "Which ones? Give examples."

Yang Jingxing had an embarrassed expression: "Past tense, and I have never done anything like this before. She is not interested in my creative process, so the degree is different and the meaning is different. She doesn't care about it herself, so I downplayed this connection.

, especially now that it’s more downplayed.”

He Peiyuan was a little angry: "Why doesn't she care about it?"

Yang Jingxing guessed: "For no reason, maybe I think this kind of thing is not very meaningful."

"Pretending to be noble!" He Peiyuan looked down upon but still a little skeptical: "You will always say something, right? You must know which piece of music was composed for her, tell me quickly!"

Yang Jingxing remembered: "It's not that I won't mention the past..."

"No!" He Peiyuan stopped talking, shook her head and used her chin to punish her boyfriend: "I want to know myself and my enemy and I will never be in danger!"

Yang Jingxing hehehehe: "What's the point of not fighting?"

He Peiyuan said confidently: "I just want to compete!"

Yang Jingxing thought about it: "Well, Yuanyuan's awareness can still be encouraged, but I think it's unfair. On the one hand, my technical theory is definitely improving, my understanding of life and emotions is also improving, and my appreciation of beauty will also improve.

…”

He Peiyuan turned cold: "Who is it unfair to?"

Yang Jingxing pricked up his ears: "The phone..."

He Peiyuan's phone was still on the coffee table outside. Yang Jingxing diligently went to get it and handed it to his girlfriend: "It depends on the situation, just say that."

Nodding and checking the caller ID again, He Peiyuan pressed the speakerphone button with a smile on her face: "Hello..."

The senior sister named Liu Mingqiu on the other end of the phone was also very enthusiastic: "It's me. Alas, I asked several people to get the tickets but still haven't gotten them. It's too popular!"

He Peiyuan said: "Just because it is not popular, there are no scalpers, otherwise it would be simple."

The other end of the phone reprimanded affectionately: "Excessive humility equals pride. I will try my luck later. Are you ready?"

He Peiyuan said: "It's not yet, it's only half past two. It's all the same shows today, so don't bother. I'll invite you to join me again if I have the chance."

Liu Mingqiu was very anxious: "No, I haven't heard many of the songs. Hey, will the composer be there tonight?"

He Peiyuan looked at her boyfriend: "Ah...who is it?"

Liu Mingqiu chuckled: "Who else is it? Your boyfriend!"

He Peiyuan looked horrified, but her tone was calm: "He's gone, he happens to be in Puhai, and he's not on a business trip."

Liu Mingqiu regretfully praised: "It's a pity that there is no "Empty Mountain" tonight. Your version must be the best."

He Peiyuan was modest: "Don't say that. I'm blushing. You don't know it yet. I'm at the bottom of the school."

"Modest." Liu Mingqiu remembered and asked, "Where are you now? I'm here in Yuyuan."

He Peiyuan said: "I have nothing to do at home, just read a book."
To be continued...