Lost in love at the beginning, I backhand her best friend

Chapter 4 When will you go down the mountain

"No, let's listen to the recording first." Liu Qianqian was anxious, and Wang Zihao was even more anxious than her.

After all, as soon as the music score was released, the house would soon be his.

At that time, parents will completely end the life of house slaves, and when they catch a cold, they will finally have a bag of cold spirit, or even two bags.

"Okay." Liu Qianqian took Wang Zihao to the piano room on the first floor of the villa.

The nanny cleaned up the dining table and watched Liu Qianqian and Wang Zihao go down to the first floor.

During such a breakfast, she could probably tell that Wang Zihao was not Liu Qianqian's boyfriend.

How can a boyfriend call his girlfriend a teacher?

Last night, she went to pick up Liu Qianqian, and when she saw the drunk Wang Zihao leaning on Liu Qianqian's shoulder on the chair by the lake, unconscious, she thought the two were a couple.

In the end, it turned out to be a teacher-student relationship.

That's right, a white, rich and beautiful man like Liu Qianqian is not worthy of a man with a good-looking skin.

basement.

Liu Qianqian's piano room is not just a musical instrument room. There is a huge mirror hanging on one of the walls, which can be used as a dance room.

In addition, there is a treadmill in the piano room, which can also be used as a gym.

In the huge room, there are various musical instruments: violin, cello, guitar, electronic organ... and even a drum kit.

Wang Zihao marveled, the world of the rich is really unimaginable.

I remember the first time I saw Liu Qianqian in the first music class of the third year of high school, Wang Zihao thought she was just a girl next door.

The place where I live is just extraordinary in the ordinary, and the family situation of the girl next door will naturally not be much better.

Unexpectedly, this girl is actually a rich and beautiful girl who hides her secrets.

And Bai Fumei, who is still a prodigal, is willing to exchange a villa for a few songs.

"Wait until I connect to the stereo." While Wang Zihao was looking at the piano room, Liu Qianqian was operating on the phone.

"En." Wang Zihao nodded, and continued to look at the piano room.

He doesn't play many musical instruments, except for the guitar and the piano.

Just as he was about to take a closer look at Liu Qianqian's violin, the stereo in the piano room was connected and made a slight noise.

Wang Zihao stopped immediately.

"Okay." Liu Qianqian sat on the bench in front of the electronic organ, motioning for Wang Zihao to come and sit together.

Before Wang Zihao sat down, the song he sang last night came out from the speaker.

"Cunning people have thousands of laughs, when you go down the mountain, remember to bring the Zhuoma knife..."

Wang Zihao's face was a little red, he didn't remember that he sang last night at all.

After the song was finished, the shock from last night reappeared on Liu Qianqian's face, and she said excitedly: "Zihao, this is the second song. I forgot to record the first one, but I remember a few lines of the lyrics. , what's like 'you look beautiful, you are graceful, sit on the bridge, I will listen to your singing'."

After finishing speaking, her eyes were burning, and she looked at Wang Zihao: "These two poems were written by you, right?"

After returning last night, Liu Qianqian listened to the recording and searched the lyrics line by line on the Internet.

As a result, of course there was no result.

Can't find it!
With the Internet so developed, no matter how popular the songs are, you can search them out.

I couldn't find it, and there was only one reason: it hadn't been published.

She couldn't wait last night, and ran to the guest room to shake the drunk Wang Zihao up to ask.

At that time, Wang Zihao seemed to be as sad as losing a world, and he wrote what no one would recognize.

Then he fell down and continued to sleep, whispering that this was all a dream, and he could go home when he woke up.

"I wrote it." Wang Zihao nodded, no one would sue him for plagiarism anyway.

"Where is the score? At home, or in the house you rented in Hedong?" Liu Qianqian asked hurriedly. She heard Wang Zihao mutter a few words last night, saying that he didn't want to go home and worry his parents, and he was going to rent a house in Hedong. house.

Wang Zihao's house is also on the edge of Peach Blossom Lake - Jinhufu Community, only two or three miles away from the Fengzhiyu villa area where Liu Qianqian lives.

Peach Blossom Lake belongs to the Hexi area of ​​Shacheng County. Wang Zihao used to work in Hexi, and it was far away from home. It took more than an hour to take the subway.

In order to go to work and have a tryst with his girlfriend, he rented a house there.

"Are these two songs good?" Wang Zihao asked knowingly.

"Of course, I don't believe my own ears, and I also believe the ears of those passers-by last night. They liked it very much and thought I was with you...in the same group. When they asked me what the name of the song you sang was, I would answer Not coming up." Liu Qianqian praised.

Wang Zihao pretended to be regretful and said: "I thought the songs I wrote were rubbish, no one would like to listen to them, so I just let them..."

Having said that, he stopped talking.

Liu Qianqian was anxious: "What about them?"

Won't it be packaged and sold as scrap?

"I..." Wang Zihao hesitated to speak.

Liu Qianqian didn't care about being reserved, grabbed Wang Zihao's arm, and said anxiously: "Tell me, what did you do to them?"

Wang Zihao sighed: "I burned them...the scores."

After a false alarm, Liu Qianqian lightly punched Wang Zihao, and said angrily, "I thought they were all sold... they weren't sold, right?"

Wang Zihao shook his head: "Not really, I don't know where to sell it if I want to sell it."

Liu Qianqian breathed a sigh of relief: "It doesn't matter if the score is burned, I burned it too, we will write it out."

Just waiting for your words, Wang Zihao said: "Then I will sing, Mr. Liu, you have a solid foundation in music theory, and you come to pick up the score."

"Okay." Liu Qianqian hurriedly brought paper and pen, very positive.

Wang Zihao was secretly delighted. It is possible to ask him to pick up the score, but the efficiency is definitely very low.

It would be different if Liu Qianqian came out, one could beat ten of him.

So, Wang Zihao and Liu Qianqian stayed in the piano room all morning.

By the time of lunch, the two roughly finished the nine songs that Wang Zihao sang last night.

"I'll finish it in the afternoon, and go up to eat first." Liu Qianqian was full of energy and didn't feel tired at all.

"Yeah." Wang Zihao sang the song all morning repeatedly, his voice was a little too much.

If you let him pick it up, maybe one song a day.

He is not sure about many sounds, and needs the cooperation of musical instruments to ponder over and over again.

The nanny had already prepared lunch, and when she saw Liu Qianqian coming up from the first floor with a rosy face, she couldn't help wondering if the two of them had done something exciting down there.

During lunch, Wang Zihao finally had time to look at his phone.

While on the bridge last night, his phone died.

Even with electricity, Liu Qianqian couldn't unlock the screensaver, and couldn't call his family and friends.

As for asking Wang Zihao for his family's phone number, she asked, and it took a long time for Wang Zihao to reply that he didn't memorize it.

There was really no other way, so she decided to take Wang Zihao home.

She still trusts Wang Zihao, a student, even though she hasn't seen him for four years.

But a person with a good wine style will not have a bad character.

Apart from singing after drinking, Wang Zihao did nothing unacceptable last night.

After looking at the phone, Wang Zihao was a little disappointed.

After disappearing for one night and half a day, no one called or sent him a message.

The ex-girlfriend was so heartless, she just divided it up, and even deleted him.

Her circle of friends has become a thread with him, and it is no longer a sharing of various food and selfies.

"Do you have the habit of taking a nap?" After lunch, Liu Qianqian asked Wang Zihao.

"It was during school and work, but now, it's okay if you don't sleep." Wang Zihao shook his head.

"By the way, aren't you going to work today?" Liu Qianqian remembered this.

Today is not the weekend.

"I..." Wang Zihao smiled wryly, "I resigned."

He didn't say he was fired, it's too embarrassing.

Although it's not his problem.

But outsiders don't care about these, they will only think that being fired must be your problem, and you are not capable enough.

"Okay, then let's go down and continue." Liu Qianqian was in high spirits.

Four p.m.

"You're done, that's all for now." Looking at a table full of drafts, Liu Qianqian's eyes sparkled.

"Then..." After hesitating for a while, Wang Zihao said, "Ms. Liu, I'll go home first, or what?"

"You have already promised to sell these songs to me, you are not allowed to sell them secretly!" Liu Qianqian took the sheet music over and treated it as an extremely precious treasure.

"Well, I'll sell it to you." Wang Zihao nodded.

"Okay, today... Let me check the time... There is still time, let's go through the house transfer procedures."

"So soon?"

"Of course, I'll transfer it to you as a reward. These songs will be mine, and you won't be able to sell them no matter how much you want. Well, remember to pay the mortgage of 15 a month in the future, and there are still [-] years left."

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(End of this chapter)