Within a few days, Teacher Yu contacted Mo Yan again, hoping that she could select the repertoire within a month, so she began to lead a more fulfilling life, working hard from morning to night without any free time.
Regarding the music score, after searching a lot of information and deliberation for a long time, Mo Yan decided to draw on "Li Ping Kong Hou Yin" by the poet Li He of the Tang Dynasty to compile a piece of music that is both inheritance and innovation.
She went back to her grandmother's house with Qingtian, and brought a lot of notes and materials from her grandmother and mother back then. After arranging and composing the music for a few days, she was so obsessed with it. She was also a person who strives for perfection, and she threw away several baskets of manuscript paper before playing.
After countless measures of music, the calluses on her fingertips became thicker and thicker, and even the neighbors came to complain that she was disturbing the residents.
On Friday, after Mo Yan finished her fourth class with two dark circles under her eyes, Qingtian and Li Weiwei asked her to go to the cafeteria for dinner.
When they arrived at the cafeteria, Li Weiwei hadn't seen her for several days. She was startled by her haggard look and asked in a low voice, "Mo Yan, are you craving for love in the middle of the night and not sleeping at night?"
"I've been writing music recently and stayed up late at night." Mo Yan replied weakly, having no extra energy to talk to her.
Qing Tian laughed at her heartlessly, "Xiao Yan'er's peach blossoms have been blocked by Mr. Qin. He even collected the love letters on his behalf. Why do you miss her so much?"
As soon as they finished speaking, a boy came next to them. He walked towards them with a blue envelope in a polite manner. After approaching, before the three of them could react, he bent down and handed it to them with both hands, "Classmate Li Weiwei, I'm very proud of you."
I like you, please accept this letter!"
Qing Tian and Mo Yan immediately fell silent. Everyone was accustomed to this scene.
But I saw Li Weiwei calmly showing an apologetic smile, with two shallow dimples on her cheeks. She looked at the visitor and said sincerely, "You are a good person, but I'm sorry!"
"Okay, as long as you know that I like you, I'll be satisfied. Goodbye!" The gentle boy looked sad, but he still turned around and left.
Then a strong senior came, who looked like a top player in the physical education department. He held a bouquet of red roses and said loudly, "Xia Qingtian, I like you, come with me!"
Qingtian didn't seem to hear what he said. Instead, she stared at the muscles on his arms. Her eyes were shining and she was almost drooling. She smiled and asked, "Your muscles look good to touch. Can you let me touch them?"
"Ahem, of course." The senior scratched the back of his head and smiled happily.
The next second, Qingtian had already made his move, touched the opponent's left arm, and made a handsome over-the-shoulder throw.
Looking at the big guy who fell to the ground, Qingtian shook his head regretfully, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, I'm really sorry. I like boys who can beat me, but you don't seem to meet the requirements."
"Again, I was unprepared just now." The senior sitting on the ground blushed.
Ji Yu was behind him at some point. He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and reached out his hand enthusiastically, "Classmate, do you need me to help you up?"
The senior looked up and saw him, who was harmless to humans and animals, and stretched out his hand to hold him. Ji Yu immediately squatted down and slumped, causing the senior to fall out for the second time and was stunned on the spot.
Then, he leaned forward slightly and looked at the other person. He held his chin with his hand and thought for a moment, then said seriously, "Well, classmate, you are really not good at it. If you try again a hundred times, the result will still be the same."
Qingtian could only touch the tip of his nose awkwardly and whispered, "Well, Master Ji, I can handle it myself."
The senior who failed to confess and was thrown twice for no apparent reason finally escaped while no one was paying attention.
At some point, Qin Yan had already walked up to Mo Yan, handed her the love letters he had received today, shook them, raised his eyebrows and curled his lips, "I received 3 letters today, do you want to read them?"
"No need." Mo Yan shook his head cutely. It was good for him to collect love letters for her, as he could avoid the troublesome experience that Li Weiwei and Qingtian had just experienced.
After crying in Qin Yan's arms last time, they finally became less distant and could get along with each other indifferently. They were already thick-skinned anyway, so they wouldn't care about being thicker.
The final fate of these three love letters did not escape the trash can.
Qingtian looked at Shi Cong who had arrived behind him, and turned his head to confirm with Ji Yu, "Are you here to eat too?"
"Brother Yan, Brother Yu, ah, the school beauties are all here. They're starving me to death. Let's come together."
Before Ji Yu could say anything, Shi Cong rushed over and sat down, and six people gathered around a table.
With Qingtian and Shi Cong in charge of the atmosphere, the meal was quite enjoyable, and "Confession Balloon" came on the campus radio.
Sunny sang along happily, "Today is a good day. It's the ninth month of the lunar calendar. It's a long time. It's the right time. Confession balloons. Confession day. Let's get together to confess."
It's like a tongue twister.
Just as she finished speaking, she heard Ji Yu adjust his gold-rimmed glasses and look at her with dark eyes, "Do you like boys who can beat you?"
"Uh, no, no, then why don't you find a reason to refuse?" Qingtian waved her hands speechlessly. She finally felt that being too beautiful was not a good thing anymore, it was really troublesome.
After the song ended, another bright and cheerful voice sounded on the radio, "Hello everyone, I am Sunzi Qi from the Department of Physical Education. I now want to confess to my classmate Mo Yan from the law school: Say the important things three times, Mo Yan, I like you,
Are you willing to be my first heir? Mo Yan, I like you, are you willing to be my first heir? Mo Yan, I like you, are you willing to be my first heir?
Heir?"
The bustling dining table suddenly fell silent, with only Mo Yan still immersed in eating green vegetables.
Qin Yan sat next to Mo Yan, and on the other side was Li Weiwei. She tugged on Mo Yan's sleeves and said softly, "The most handsome guy in the physical education department and the captain of the school basketball team, Sun Zi Qi, wants to confess to you."
"Huh? What?" Mo Yan raised his head and looked at Li Weiwei inexplicably, not hearing what others were saying at all.
She was just thinking about the artistic conception of these two sentences, "The cold light melts in front of the twelve doors, and the purple emperor moves in the twenty-three silk threads." What kind of melody should be used to express it.
Li Weiwei was about to answer when she felt two cold rays of light coming from Qin Yan and had to shut up; the others also felt an inexplicable sense of oppression and did not mention it again.
Qin Yan stretched out her slender hands, took a pair of serving chopsticks, put a piece of fish meat with shaved bones into her bowl, and said calmly, "It's okay, you can continue eating, this fish meat is very fresh and tender."
Mo Yan agreed softly and continued to stare at the poem analysis on the phone screen, while eating all the fish in the bowl.
Then, the atmosphere at the table returned to its original state of harmony, harmony and joy.
After the girls left, Shi Cong hooked Qin Yan's shoulders and asked seriously, "Brother Yan, are you serious about Mo Yan?"
"if not?"
"But, she is an orphan girl with no background. You are the future heir of the Qin Group. Your status is very different. And there is Zhou Shiyuan. Didn't Uncle Qin always want you to marry her?" Shi Cong frowned.
, said very seriously.
He usually looks like an idiot, but as a third-generation military man, his family's education is extremely strict, especially his views on love and marriage. He has a strong sense of class and obeys the arrangements of his elders. This is why he loves to play but never gets started.
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In his subconscious mind, children from a family like theirs must have a well-matched marriage.
Qin Yan still looked indifferent, "In the worst case, I won't inherit it. I don't need that little money."
"I cao!!! I want to ask my aunt to accept me as my godson! When you are kicked out, the Qin family will be mine."
Ignoring Shi Cong's teasing, Qin Yan thought for a moment and said to Ji Yu, "Ayu, arrange a basketball game between the law school and the physical education department. I will beat him to the ground in front of Mo Yan."