Lingzi is not too cold today

Chapter 116 Why the Moon Represents Your Heart
"When are you going to record this song?"

Zhuang Xiaomeng patted Gongsun Jin's arm.

"In two days."

"Can you record it as soon as possible, I want to hear it."

Zhuang Xiaomeng couldn't wait.

"Will you give this song to Zhong Lingzi?"

Before Gongsun Jin could respond, she clenched her fists.

As long as Gongsun Jin said yes, the pink fists would rain down like raindrops.

"Is it better not to give it to others? I just want to hear you sing."

Zhuang Xiaomeng found that she liked all the songs Gongsun Jin sang.

From "The Eyes of You" to liking you, to today's "The Moon's Trouble", she likes it very much.

Moreover, she just wanted to hear him sing alone.

If she sings to others, she will be very unhappy.

"Okay, okay, I'll go to the Platinum Building to record tomorrow."

Gongsun Jin quickly agreed.

Hearing this, Zhuang Xiaomeng breathed a sigh of relief, and then let go of his clenched fists.

"You, when you sing this song, can you make a note?"

"Remark?"

"Just leave a sentence on the photo on the cover of the song."

As Zhuang Xiaomeng said, he found "Songs of Thousands of Thousands" in the music app, pointed to the photo of Gongsun Jin on it, and the small words "There are thousands of knots in my heart".

"Okay, what would you like to leave?"

Gongsun Jin asked softly.

"Let me think about..."

Zhuang Xiaomeng rested her index finger on her chin, and lightly blinked Shuiling's eyes.

What should I say?
A song dedicated to Mengmeng?
Her pretty face was flushed, and she couldn't help but smirk.

Uh~ no, it's so embarrassing, the meaning is too obvious.

She shook her head hastily, with a straight face, and wrinkled her delicate Qiong nose.

A song written especially for Zhuang Xiaomeng?
Or not.

So many people will be hostile to me, right?
Gongsun Jin sat next to her, watching the girl giggle for a while, and look cold for a while, and couldn't help being a little confused.

After thinking for a long time, she glanced at Gongsun Jin, her eyes dodging.

"Have you made up your mind?"

"No, do you have any ideas?"

Gongsun Jin saw that she was hesitant to speak, but blushed, and said tentatively, "The moon represents my heart."

"Um?"

Zhuang Xiaomeng was a little puzzled when he heard the words, and subconsciously raised his head to look at the moon in the sky.

The moon is very beautiful, it represents... his heart?
"This is a song I'm going to write in the future."

Gongsun Jin said with a smile.

There is Teresa Teng in this world, but it is a pity that there is no such song, which makes him a little disappointed.

"Can you tell me why the moon represents your heart?"

Zhuang Xiaomeng held her chin and thought for a while, but she didn't say a reason.

"I haven't the sightest idea."

(I do not know either.)
Gongsun Jin's answer was the answer given by the Mad Hatter in English class that day.

Zhuang Xiaomeng nodded, half understanding.

The question of why the moon represents my heart is as unanswerable as why a crow is like a writing desk.

"I should go back."

Gongsun Jin looked at the time and stood up from the bench.

"Well, finish recording "The Moon's Trouble" as soon as possible."

"Also, if someone wants to cover this song, you are not allowed to agree."

"Whether it's Zhong Lingzi or Lin Xijun, if they want to sing a cover, you are not allowed to agree."

Zhuang Xiaomeng looked into his eyes and urged him repeatedly.

"Ah? Why aren't they allowed to cover the song?"

Gongsun Jin couldn't help but smile.

"Tell me first, why the moon represents your heart. I'll tell you why they are not allowed to cover it."

Zhuang Xiaomeng tilted her head and smiled slyly.

"I can't answer this question for you right now."

"But soon, I'll find out."

Seeing that her hair was a little messy, Gongsun Jin reached out to straighten it.

"Then I'll tell you when you find the answer."

Zhuang Xiaomeng snorted softly, turned and walked upstairs.

The girl's footsteps were very brisk, as if she was walking on a path in the field, chasing swallowtail butterflies flying among the flowers.

When I returned to the dormitory, more than half of the dumplings were left.

Gongsun Jin started cooking, ready to settle the dinner.

Lin Hui and Yi Katie were tired of being together and hadn't returned to the dormitory yet.

Tang Fulin looked at Gongsun Jin, hesitant to speak.

"Is something wrong?"

Gongsun Jin saw that he had been looking at this side, and said calmly.

"Gongsun Jin, can you sell me some dumplings?"

Tang Fulin said with a smile.

"Sell?"

Gongsun Jin didn't like to hear him mention this word.

Especially the students in the dormitory, when it comes to buying and selling some insignificant things, they seem very reserved.

Once Ouyang Rui caught a cold and coughed in the dormitory.

Tang Fulin said, "Ouyang Rui, I have medicine here. Do you want it? I'll sell it to you."

When I came back from a part-time job in the cafeteria, I took the fried chicken, hamburger and french fries set meal given by the boss. When I couldn't eat fried chicken, I would ask Lin Hui.

"Do you want fried chicken? I'll sell it to you."

Lin Hui told Gongsun Jin more than once that he couldn't understand Tang Fulin's thinking.

It's quite neat when sneaking with roommates' laundry detergent, shampoo, and facial cleanser.

My roommate caught a cold, and even offered to sell something like cold medicine to others.

"Don't tell me that in the future, if you want to eat, just pick it up yourself."

"I cook a lot."

Gongsun Jin shook his head.

"thank you!"

Tang Fulin smiled, staring at the pot without blinking.

He actually knew it too, and he told Gongsun Jin and Lin Hui that he wanted to buy their things.

They would not really take his money out of face, but would give it to him directly.

But Tang Fulin was worried that after a long time, if he kept taking other people's things, they would look down on him.

Especially before, when he wanted to take Gongsun Jin's milk tea, he was directly rejected.

He felt that Gongsun Jin should be angry with him.

Ouyang Rui on the side couldn't stand it any longer, and said with a smile: "He wants to spend money to buy it, so why don't you just charge him 15 yuan."

"Gongsun's craftsmanship is very good, and 15 yuan is not expensive at all."

Ouyang Rui remembered Tang Fulin's phrase "Do you want cold medicine? I'll sell it to you" when he had a cold before.

He is from Qingyuan, Guangdong, where people generally have a kind of obsession with their son.

There is a feeling that if you don't give birth to a son to pass on the incense, you won't give up.

Ouyang Rui has three older sisters, and his father has a son in his forties, and the whole family dotes on him very much.

The three sisters often send him fruits and snacks.

So Ouyang Rui shared food with his three roommates every now and then.

There are still unfinished pomegranates and pecans on Gongsun Jin's table.

Ouyang Rui felt that Lin Hui and Gongsun Jin were very nice people and they both helped him a lot.

He went to the bar with Wang Xuetong to play golden flowers before, and after losing all his money, he came back.

Lin Hui distributed all the money he won from Wang Xuetong to him and Tang Fulin.

For Brother Fu, of course there is no shortage of these three melons and two dates.

But this is their living expenses.

Gongsun Jin also asked Ouyang Rui if he was short of money at the end of the month, if necessary, just tell him.

Ouyang Rui kept these things in mind.

"Okay, 15 yuan, I will transfer it to you."

Tang Fulin scratched his head, blushing a little.

Then he took out his phone, only to find that he didn't have Gongsun Jin's WeChat.

"I said that you don't need to pay, it's just some dumplings."

Gongsun Jin shook his head lightly.

He thought for a while, and added: "When washing clothes in the future, don't put socks and underwear in the washing machine."

Ouyang Rui and Lin Hui have said these words several times, so it's hard to repeat them now.

When he said that, he was also worried that Tang Fulin's relationship with the other two in the dormitory would become stagnant.

Ouyang Rui looked at Gongsun Jin, then at Tang Fulin, lowered his head and said nothing, just ate the dumplings, nodding while eating.

"okay!"

Tang Fulin felt a little ashamed when he heard this.

After the dumplings were cooked, Gongsun Jin picked about twenty or so, and there were still a lot left in the pot.

"It's a bit too much. Ouyang Rui, if there's not enough food, there are more here."

"All right!"

Ouyang Rui smiled, and hurried over to put some more into the bowl.

"Come and eat, it's a waste if you don't eat."

Gongsun Jin called out to Tang Fulin again, and then he set off.

Tang Fulin was serving dumplings in a bowl, but he didn't see him eating.

Ouyang Rui was eating happily, when he saw that he sealed the lunch box and walked outside, he was slightly taken aback.

"Did you take it as a gift?"

Tang Fulin's face turned even redder, and he hurried out the door with the lunch box in his arms.

"Borrowing flowers and presenting Buddha is also very fun."

Ouyang Rui looked at his back and joked.

Gongsun Jin didn't respond, just ate the dumplings silently, thinking about the lyrics of "The Moon's Trouble", and the necessary musical accompaniment.

The electric guitar and drum kit are quite eye-catching in this song and are very important elements.

In addition, the artistic conception of the lyrics of this song is beautiful.

However, the original singer Zhang Yu's singing voice is a tough guy, the sound quality is relatively calm and powerful, with a gravel-like texture.

In the end, there is a kind of "iron man tenderness".

Gongsun Jin's timbre is different, cool and transparent, and the feeling expressed must be different.

This requires a little more thought on the arrangement.

"Look, these are the dumplings made by my Huihui."

Yi Katie took the lunch box Lin Hui gave her and showed it off in the dormitory with a smile on her face.

"Ah~ I know, I know, you've said it several times."

Liu Ting took off her earphones and smiled helplessly.

Wang Xuetong glanced at her mouth with disdain.

"Mengmeng, what kind of food did Gongsun Jin bring you?"

"It's also dumplings."

Zhuang Xiaomeng drank watermelon juice and practiced calligraphy with a pen without raising his head.

"Really? Then their dormitory should have specially made dumplings today."

Yi Katie opened the lunch box, feeling a little reluctant to eat it.

"Huihui said that the dumplings he made look better than those made by Gongsun Jin."

Hearing this, Zhuang Xiaomeng raised her head and glanced at her, then quickly withdrew her gaze, with a disdainful arc on the corner of her mouth.

"He's bragging, he's not as good-looking as Gongsun Jinbao at all."

When Yi Katie heard this, she pouted a little unhappy.

"I don't care, the dumplings made by Huihui are the most beautiful."

"Seeking truth from facts, it is not as good-looking as Gongsun Jin."

Zhuang Xiaomeng said calmly.

For those Ah Q who can only rely on spiritual victory to comfort themselves, she will express her most sincere contempt.

"Huihui is well wrapped!"

Yi Katie's eyes widened and she was puffed up.

"Gongsun Jin wrapped it nicely."

Zhuang Xiaomeng put down the pen with a serious face.

"shine!"

"Gongsun Jin!"

There seemed to be lightning flashing where the eyes of the two met.

Seeing the two bickering like children, Liu Ting couldn't help but smile.

Wang Xuetong leaned against the pillow, feeling a little upset with a cold face.

Damn, these two little bitches are having a good time, am I worse than them?

Yi Katie is completely a fool without a brain, and she doesn't know why Lin Hui fell in love with her.

In terms of appearance, I am no worse than her.

In terms of figure, I don't know how much better than this showy hoof.

As for Zhuang Xiaomeng, he was indeed quite pretty.

Well, it's not that she's pretty, and she's really good-looking.

But the whole person is tea-like, too pretentious.

You look like a pure and clean old woman, and you are all coquettish and sluts.

What are you wearing?

How much filthy money is there in the family?
All day long, he looks at people with his nostrils.

"Are you there?"

Seeing the message from Tang Fulin, Wang Xuetong drooped his eyelids, curled his lips, and didn't bother to reply.

"Today is the winter solstice, I brought you dumplings."

Tang Fulin stood downstairs in the girls' dormitory, feeling a little apprehensive.

"Dumplings? You made them?"

Wang Xuetong raised her eyebrows, feeling a little interested.

Tang Fulin originally wanted to answer "yes", but soon realized that Yi Katie and Zhuang Xiaomeng lived in the same dormitory as her, so he replied, "Gongsun Jin took care of it."

"Oh, thank you."

Knowing that the dumplings were made by Gongsun Jin, Wang Xuetong did not rush to refuse.

If Tang Fulin did it, she might have many reasons for refusing.

"I'm downstairs in your dorm (cute)"

Wang Xuetong got out of bed and went outside the corridor. When he looked down, he saw Tang Fulin standing in the wind in front of the dormitory building.

"Damn, why did you come to find me? It's this kind of stuff."

She murmured, and reluctantly went downstairs.

When she went downstairs and walked around the corner, a smile suddenly appeared on her cold face.

"Hi! Thanks for your hard work."

She walked quickly to Tang Fulin, smiling very softly.

"No...you're welcome."

Tang Fulin looked at her, his face flushed, his eyes were fixed on her, and his voice became stammered.

She wore shiny earrings, half hidden by her wavy hair.

The bright red on his lips was so bright that he couldn't take his eyes off it.

The charming Danfeng's eyes were blurred in the blink of an eye.

This made Tang Fulin suddenly think of a word, eyebrows.

Tang Fulin stood in the wind, his dark face turned red from embarrassment.

The dodging eyes couldn't hide the inferiority complex, and the buzzing lips showed dullness.

In the winter, all he wore was a thin black coat with a hood.

The blue jeans have faded after washing for a long time, and the sneakers should have been brushed before going out, so they are a little wet.

But the edge of the sole is still dirty and can't be cleaned white.

Seeing him shivering in the wind and handing over a lunch box full of dumplings, the discrimination, disdain, and resentment in Wang Xuetong's heart quietly dissipated.

Although this person is quite stupid, it is not illegal to like someone.

"You wait for me below, I have something for you."

Wang Xuetong took the lunch box, smiled sweetly, and hurried upstairs to the dormitory.

Originally, she didn't intend to do this, but after thinking about it, she decided to give something away.

Tang Fulin smirked and paced back and forth in front of the dormitory.

There was an endless stream of boys sending girls back to the dormitory.

Most of them are glamorous and stylishly dressed. When Tang Fulin saw them, he would subconsciously look down at his clothes and take out his mobile phone to look in the mirror.

In the past, he could only envy them, but now, he feels that he is as happy as them.

"Yeah, who gave it to you?"

Looking at the lunch box that Wang Xuetong brought up, Liu Ting was a little surprised.

"Dumplings made by Gongsun Jin."

Wang Xuetong didn't say who it was, but quietly observed Zhuang Xiaomeng with sideways eyes.

Zhuang Xiaomeng's calligraphy pen paused for a second, and the ink overflowed from the tip of the pen and spread evenly on the white paper.

But soon, her hand holding the pen continued to move down.

"I admit that it's all the fault of the moon. The moonlight is so beautiful and you are too gentle, that's why I just want to grow old with you in an instant."

She wrote this line of lyrics on paper many times, and the more she read it, the more she liked it.

Liu Ting and Yi Kaiti were slightly stunned, and then looked at Zhuang Xiaomeng, only to find her expression was indifferent.

"The person who brought you the dumplings was not Gongsun Jin, why did you mention his name?"

Zhuang Xiaomeng said so.

If it was given by Gongsun Jin, she should have specially emphasized that "it was given to her by Gongsun Jin" instead of saying "it was wrapped by Gongsun Jin".

"How do you know it wasn't from him?"

"Didn't you say it before? He doesn't like you."

Zhuang Xiaomeng closed the pen and said lightly.

Hearing this, Wang Xuetong felt depressed again.

She took two oranges from the carton and left the dormitory with a cold face.

When she went downstairs to meet Tang Fulin, a charming smile appeared on her face again.

"Here~ here you are! This orange is delicious."

"thanks!"

Tang Fulin reached out to take the orange from her with a smirk on his face.

He has grown up so much that he has never received a gift from a girl.

Even if it's just two oranges.

Because of these two oranges, a long, long time has passed.

Wang Xuetong is always special in his heart.

Whenever he sees an orange, he will think of her.

(End of this chapter)