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Yang Xingyu, who had experienced being forced to write lyrics by her last time, saw that Zhen Xin's expression in front of him did not look like he could discuss it. He frowned and thought for a while, but still wanted to discuss it with her.

He tentatively said: "Honey, I'm really not very good at composing music. After all, I've never learned music theory. By the way, didn't you just think that the lyrics I wrote last time were a bit short? How about I try again?" Can I write a few more lyrics for you? Then about composing the music, you can ask your former teacher? Or someone else?"

Zhen Xin looked at him suspiciously, "Then what was the composition of your last song?"

Yang Xingyu: "I hummed it randomly! Later, you listened to me sing the music score. You recorded it yourself. Have you forgotten?"

Although he writes lyrics, he is not good at it.

But compared to composing music, he feels that he may be slightly better at writing lyrics.

Zhen Xin frowned and looked at him. After pondering for a moment, she asked, "Then you can continue the acrostic poem you wrote last time and write another acrostic poem for me."

Yang Xingyu felt a little dizzy.

Acrostic poetry cannot be written every time.

Moreover, I have to continue writing the acrostic poem from last time.

This way of writing makes it easy to create something confusing.

"Is this too difficult? How about you let me play freely?"

He wanted to dispel the thought she had just had.

Zhen Xin shook her head, pulled the manuscript paper in front of her, picked up the pencil, thought for a while, and under Yang Xingyu's gaze, she scribbled out a line of words: I love you and will never leave you.

Her words are just like her persona, neat and delicate.

After finishing writing, she looked at Yang Xingyu with a smile and said: "Last time you wrote 'I love you forever' first, and then used that sentence to write an acrostic poem. Today I write this sentence 'I love you' You, never leave,' should be regarded as my response to your words. Now you can write another acrostic poem based on my words."

Yang Xingyu: "..."

The pressure immediately fell on Yang Xingyu.

Yang Xingyu frowned and smiled bitterly. When he still had no inspiration, Zhen Xin said again: "Well, if you write it like this, when we get married, this song can be used as a duet song for us. You sing the acrostic poem in front, I sang the latter song and it felt pretty good, what do you think?"

I feel like an egg!

Yang Xingyu only felt embarrassed.

She thought it was beautiful and romantic, but all the pressure was put on him.

Although Chinese language has always been his strong point when he was studying, he has not dealt with Chinese language for a long, long time since he learned cooking!

Since learning cooking, the books he has read the most are novels, followed by magazines, and then recipes. Ancient poems and modern poems are not among the top three for him.

"You are making things difficult for me!"

Yang Xingyu wanted to struggle again.

Zhen Xin shook her head with a smile, "No! I'm helping you. Look, now I've thought of the first word of each line of the acrostic poem for you. You can just write the whole poem. Come on. Write! Do you want some coffee? I’ll make you another cup of coffee?”

The last time she forced him to write a song, she made him a cup of coffee.

How much is a cup of coffee worth?

If I write an acrostic poem, is it worth the price of a cup of coffee?

He is indeed an unknown person and does not deserve a high remuneration!

Yang Xingyu laughed at himself in his heart and nodded.

So Zhen Xin got up and went to make him coffee.

He took the manuscript paper, picked up the pencil, and resignedly reviewed the acrostic poem he wrote last time on the manuscript paper, hoping to find inspiration.

——"I opened the diary from that year, and love was the theme of all the words. Your joys, sorrows, and joys were all recorded. Every frown and smile seemed to be in front of me. You were so cute in my eyes when you were angry. Every bit is proof of love, no matter how the world changes, I looked through the diary, but I couldn't find a single word..."

Yang Xingyu read the acrostic poem he wrote three times in succession.

Then he looked at the sentence written by Zhen Xin below: I love you and will never leave you.

Not to mention, looking at the inferior acrostic poem he wrote last time, he really got some inspiration at this time.

Over there, Zhen Xin just scooped coffee powder into a cup.

Here, Yang Xingyu has already started writing.

He imitated the writing method of the previous poem and wrote under the word "I": "Open your diary from back then."

This sentence, and the first sentence of the previous acrostic poem, only have one more word "you".

When he wrote the acrostic poem last time, he assumed that he had such a diary, and then he opened the diary himself.

Today, he assumed that Zhen Xin also opened this diary.

Under the word "love", Yang Xingyu wrote: "I am the subject of all words."

This sentence just changes the word "love" in the second sentence of the previous poem to "I". It is the same as the first sentence, except that one word is changed.

When he was writing the third sentence, he changed a little more.

Change "all your joys, sorrows and joys" to "you actually recorded all my joys, sorrows and joys that year."

……

Zhen Xin, who was making coffee, saw that Yang Xingyu, who had just said he couldn't write, was now writing with great energy. When he started writing, there was no stumbling, and a bunch of words came out very smoothly.

By the time she reacted, he had already put down the pencil in his hand and looked at what he had just written on the manuscript paper with a smile.

Zhen Xin: "???" She hasn't made a cup of coffee yet! Yang Xingyu, who just said repeatedly that he couldn't write it, actually finished it.

Is this something that cannot be written?

She curled her lips speechlessly, picked up the hot water bottle, brewed the coffee, and put it in front of him.

She reached out and picked up the manuscript paper in front of him, stared at it and said: "I opened your diary from back then, and loving me was the theme of all the words. You actually recorded all my joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys back then. Unknowingly, my You have witnessed every frown and every smile. The weird thing is that I am cute in your eyes when I am angry. I have to say that I have obtained the evidence that you love me. Those who abandon me will not stay the same as yesterday, and those who mess up my heart will not be left behind. , just stay with me forever!"

When she read the last sentence, her eyes widened a little.

I couldn't help but read it twice.

"Those who abandon me will not be allowed to stay, and those who disturb my heart will stay with me forever, right?"

"Those who abandon me will not be allowed to stay, and those who disturb my heart will stay with me forever, right?"

After repeating it in disbelief, she looked at Yang Xingyu who couldn't help but smile, "What, what you wrote in the last sentence, is, is it a bit..."

She was struggling, as if she couldn't think of how to describe it.

Yang Xingyu smiled and said, "Isn't it a bit funny?"

Zhen Xin nodded.

Frowning, he said, "Writing such a funny sentence in this poem, doesn't it kind of ruin the atmosphere of the whole poem?"

Yang Xingyu shook his head, "What's the point? Have you forgotten what occasion you want to sing this song on? At the wedding, sing this song to the end. If you can make all the relatives and friends attending our wedding laugh, don't you think so? Is it good? For an occasion like a wedding, I think it should be both touching and funny, so that the atmosphere will be better. What do you think?"

Zhen Xin frowned and thought for a while, nodded slightly, and said with a smile: "It seems like this is really the case, so let's write it like this?"

Yang Xingyu nodded, suddenly took back the manuscript paper from her hand, picked up the pencil, and wrote the sentence she had just repeated twice on the manuscript paper twice.

"What are you doing?"

Zhen Xin was puzzled.

Yang Xingyu put down his pencil and chuckled, "It's a pop song! Many people like to repeat the last line of the lyrics two or three times. Our line is so funny. In order to ensure that the relatives and friends at the wedding can hear it clearly, I think it's better to sing it three times in a row. It’s better. After singing it three times, it should make most of your relatives and friends laugh.”

Zhen Xin blinked, thought for a moment, nodded slightly, and smiled again on her face, "What you said makes sense, so I'll sing this sentence twice more."

As she spoke, she sat back down.

Picking up the manuscript paper, I read the two acrostic poems above and below again and again.

The more he looked at her, the stronger the smile on her face became.

If this lyric has any connotation, it certainly doesn't.

In terms of quality and style, it's not top-notch.

But it’s more fun and interesting.

If it were sung on an occasion like a wedding, all relatives and friends might think that what was written in the lyrics was their love story.

What is this called?

This is called no love story, so I will make up one for everyone.

Zhen Xin didn't really care if the story was made up. She was a music student. She was happy that Yang Xingyu could make up such an interesting song for her.

So, she was so happy that she picked up the pencil on the dining table and handed it to him, "Compose the music! While your inspiration is good now, strike while the iron is hot and compose the music too!"

Yang Xingyu: "???"

He didn't dare to take the pencil.

He could barely make up some nonsense lyrics, but composing music was something he could do?

When pushed, he could do many things, but that didn't include composing music.

So, he waved his hand and said, "Wife, if you don't let me compose music, you will still be my good wife!"

Seeing her frown, Yang Xingyu added: "I think it's more meaningful and reliable for you to compose the music. After all, you are the one who studies music professionally! Moreover, we are going to sing this song at our wedding. Now that I have written the lyrics and you compose the music, wouldn’t it make more sense? Don’t you think so?”

After he said these words, Zhen Xin indeed showed some emotion.

She frowned and thought for a while, then looked down at the two acrostic poems on the manuscript paper for a while. She suddenly asked: "Do you have any suggestions? Last time you were able to hum and compose the music for that song. This time, the lyrics are all You wrote it, don't you have any inspiration for the music? Why don't you help me think about it? Give me some hints? "

Yang Xingyu subconsciously wanted to refuse.

But seeing her serious expression, she seemed to be really considering composing the music herself.

He thought: As long as I am not allowed to compose music, everything else is easy.

Thinking like this, he frowned and recalled some new songs that came out after 2007, and wanted to see if he could learn from the melodies of those new songs.

After thinking for a while, he really thought of a song.

In his memory, it was also a love song sung by a man and a woman.

The song title seems to be "Unwilling".

What impressed him most about that song was the lyrics sung by the male voice, which emphasized the first word of each sentence.

The special singing style is quite nice.

The lyrics written by Yang Xingyu are composed of two acrostic poems. Since it is an acrostic poem, it would be more interesting to highlight the first word of each sentence?

However, he had heard the song "Unwilling" many times before, but he never learned how to sing it.

Just remember the general melody.

This is the perfect time to talk to Zhen Xin and provide her with some inspiration. (End of chapter)