Looking back on 2009

Chapter 133 Do You Have Any Regrets? (seeking subscription monthly pass)
Lin Qingxuan's phone call made Chen Zhihe completely unable to sleep.

Recalling all the past since he met her, Chen Zhihe lay on the bed tossing and turning.

He suddenly wanted to come to a movie he had seen with Duan Yao in his previous life, "The Best of Us".

After watching the movie, both of them were very indifferent.

After all, not everyone will have such a young and ignorant love in high school.

Chen Zhihe remembered that when the movie ended, Duan Yao teased and asked him if he had any similar regrets.

His answer at the time was no.

Indeed not, Chen Zhihe in his previous life, when he was in high school, was all focused on studying, plus he had a little low self-esteem, so there was no such opportunity at all.

Most people's high school is like this, mediocre and pale.

But now, when Chen Zhihe thinks back to this movie again, if he is asked this question again, his answer is yes.

Sighing, Chen Zhihe got up from the bed.

He didn't turn on the light, he groped his way to the study in the dark, and turned on the computer.

"Do you have any regrets?"

"Of course there is."

The theme of the movie is "Geng". He can't remember the plot of the movie, but he remembers the song very clearly.

Because Duan Yao likes to listen.

The lead singer Wang Sulong and Chen Zhihe have no feelings, but Duan Yao is his fan.

So even with him, he followed Duan Yao to listen to this song for a long time.

Feeling this song now, Chen Zhihe feels that it fits his state of mind very well.

If Duan Yao is relieved, then Lin Qingxuan is the regret since her rebirth.

While humming the song, opening the document and typing on the keyboard, Chen Zhihe tried to restore the song.

"From the right of the front seat

always your profile
time change
no one seems to be spared

I also forgot to leave a message in the guestbook
do you like me

i asked you
……

maybe this is the end
we can't be together

Maybe I'm not so lucky

Accompany you in the rain you want
just smile
wipe your tears
……

do you have any regrets
Do you dare to answer
It's summer again

will you miss me sometimes
do you have any regrets
why don't you talk
i hate growing up
Learn how to hide your emotions
......"

Looking at the lyrics on the computer, Chen Zhihe remained silent for a long time.

This is not his song, this is Lin Qingxuan's song.

He feels that every line of the lyrics tells their stories.

Thinking of Lin Qingxuan's complicated and envious expression when he heard the song "The Year in a Hurry" at the dinner table yesterday as a gift to Ruan Mi, Chen Zhihe had the urge to give this song to her.

Although each song may not have much meaning to Lin Qingxuan.

But Chen Zhihe felt that this would make him feel a little better.

Looking at the time, it has been more than an hour since Lin Qingxuan called him.

Although she might already be on the plane right now, Chen Zhihe still tried to call her.

To Chen Zhihe's surprise, the call was connected quickly.

Lin Qingxuan's cold voice came from the other end of the phone: "What's wrong?"

Chen Zhihe asked in surprise, "Why haven't you boarded the plane yet?"

Lin Qingxuan paused and said, "What's the matter?"

After hesitating for a moment, Chen Zhihe said, "Is it convenient for you? I want to sing a song for you."

Lin Qingxuan, who had just arrived at the airport and finished check-in, looked at the boarding time of the plane and said, "It's convenient."

Lin Qingxuan, who was sad at first, felt a lot of grievance in her heart when she received Chen Zhihe's call.

Hearing him rap and sing for herself, Lin Qingxuan had such a glimmer of expectation.

Finding a remote corner in the airport lobby and sat down, Lin Qingxuan covered her phone with both hands, for fear of being disturbed by the surrounding noise.

Soon, Chen Zhihe's singing came from the phone.

It is the song "Geng".

From the first sentence she heard, Lin Qingxuan was a little crazy.

Listening to Chen Zhihe's song, Lin Qingxuan covered her mouth.

"From the right side of the front seat, always your profile"

"Do you like me, I asked you once"

"It's summer again, will you miss me occasionally?"

……

After singing the whole song in one breath, the depression in Chen Zhihe's heart seemed to dissipate a lot.

"Qingxuan, are you still there?"

There was no answer on the phone.

After a while, Lin Qingxuan spoke: "This song is really nice, what's its name?"

Chen Zhihe thought for a while and said, "I haven't decided on a name yet, what do you think is a good name?"

Lin Qingxuan seemed a little surprised, and asked, "You wrote it?"

Chen Zhihe said, "Well, it's for you."

Lin Qingxuan couldn't bear it anymore, squatted on the ground, buried her head between her knees, and cried.

Chen Zhihe realized that no one was talking on the other side.

"Hello... Qingxuan, are you still there?"

Raising her head, Lin Qingxuan's face was full of tears and smiles, coughed lightly, and said, "Thank you."

Chen Zhihe sighed and said, "There's no need to talk about this between us."

After tidying up her emotions, Lin Qingxuan rubbed her eyes and smiled silly: "I don't want to regret, I want you."

Hearing this, Chen Zhihe was about to speak, but was interrupted by Lin Qingxuan on the other end of the phone.

"Listen to me. I won't give up. Why should I accept regret? What I want is fulfillment. It's obvious that I was the first, so I just don't want to be reconciled."

After finishing speaking, Lin Qingxuan hung up the phone without waiting for Chen Zhihe to say more.

Standing up with a relaxed face, Lin Qingxuan's face was no longer the melancholy it was before, but was replaced by a bright and light one.

"You didn't reject me anyway, did you?"

After talking to herself, Lin Qingxuan went straight to the entrance of the case without looking back.

Chen Zhihe on the other end of the phone was stunned when he saw the phone that had been hung up.

I'm not done yet.

Shaking his head, Chen Zhihe laughed self-deprecatingly, he kept cutting things in a mess, let you find trouble for nothing.

It doesn't matter if you hang up, if you don't hang up, what else can you say?

Say no again?
Fortunately, Lin Qingxuan is not in Jiangcheng, so it is impossible to come back from the magic city often.

Chen Zhihe could only comfort himself like this.

While thinking about things and looking at the lyrics on the computer screen, Chen Zhihe suddenly realized a problem.

For the songs he recorded, including "Slowly Like You" and "Geng" that he remembered recently, he didn't know when all the songs were released.

These two songs are okay, he has some impressions, probably 18 years later.

But he really forgot the release time of some songs, or he didn't pay attention to this issue at all.

It seems that either let them eat ashes in your computer, or you have to move them out to see the light as soon as possible.

As for the matter of copyright registration, Chen Zhihe never thought about it.

Such a thing as copyright is a BUG.

Once a work is published, whether you register it or not, you have its copyright, unless someone else registered it before or there is evidence that he created it before you published it.

But if he registered all the twenty or so songs, it would be fine if he could use them later, but if he couldn't use them, he would be in big trouble.

When someone else's original author registers the copyright at that time, he will find that there is an identical work, and it is hard to guarantee that he will not think of it.

If you want to say that one song is okay, if there are more than twenty songs, can people not doubt it?

There are such coincidences in the world.

Besides, Chen Zhihe doesn't expect these songs to make money, so there's no need to make a small loss out of a big one.

So, he had to figure out what to do with them.

Thinking about it, Chen Zhihe's heart skipped a beat.

An idea popped up in my mind.

……

　The lyrics seem to be a bit long, please send them in advance
　　I hope you will support me a lot, the results of the first order are very average, eh~
　　
　
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