beauty winner

Even though she didn't receive a call from Yang Jingxing until nearly nine o'clock, He Peiyuan agreed to meet up anyway.Yang Jingxing made an inch of it, and asked He Peiyuan to bring a guy: "...don't bring a big one, just a curved string."

He Peiyuan may have already had a heart problem: "What are you trying to lie to me about? Where do you want to go?"

Yang Jingxing was in a hurry: "I have an inspiration for art, so hurry up."

He Peiyuan rejoiced: "Have you been with Lao Qi all day to get inspiration? Okay."

Yang Jingxing was shameless: "I think someone came up with the inspiration, you have to be responsible."

"I owe you a big-headed ghost." He Peiyuan looked at the situation: "Where did you say you were?"

"Hurry up." Yang Jingxing said courteously, "At most 10 minutes, it's just in time for you to get ready to go downstairs."

But He Peiyuan didn't accept the scoundrel's kindness at all, who asked you to pick it up, why didn't you call earlier, what kind of idea was it?The car can only wait at the gate of the community, because at this time, the family must ask if you take a musical instrument out, and the girl Jiajia doesn't want her parents to misunderstand anything.

After all, Yang Jingxing has some experience: "Wouldn't it be more ghostly if you don't go in to pick it up after you arrive at the door? If your father wants to send you out."

He Peiyuan snorted: "Then what do you say when you come in? Inspiration to engage in art? That's bullshit, who can't help but me!"

Yang Jingxing even complained: "It's all because you are so good-looking, my pure heart for music has been distorted."

"If you were pure and pure, there would be no bad people in the world." He Peiyuan thought about it while beating her: "...then you come in and be quiet, don't befriend my parents, and don't get out of the car!"

Yang Jingxing protested: "You can't cut off my back just because I don't have a title yet..."

After bargaining, the final agreement was that only when He Peiyuan's parents went downstairs, Yang Jingxing could show the most basic courtesy.

He Peiyuan was very powerful, but Yang Jingxing didn't get what she wanted. After the car waited downstairs for two or three minutes, the girl went downstairs alone. She was wearing a pair of light red slim-fit pants and a white printed pullover that should be warmer. piano case.

When the girl put the piano box on the back seat, Yang Jingxing was still looking forward to it: "Your parents are too irresponsible, at least see who it is and ask what you are doing."

He Peiyuan hummed: "My parents are assured of me."

Yang Jingxing looked forward to it: "Then you can't rest assured about me."

He Peiyuan glared at the driver who was looking back, as if she couldn't help laughing: "For sure you have self-knowledge..." After closing the back door and opening the front door, she revealed: "As long as my phone rings, my dad will come to protect me at any time."

Yang Jingxing gave up: "Then tell me where to go, not my house."

Before He Peiyuan could sit still, she raised her fist and wanted to hit: "I want to be beautiful... drive, what are you waiting for?"

Yang Jingxing was obedient, he drove and looked at the girl again.

He Peiyuan also looked at the rascal, her expression changed from petty to petty.

Yang Jingxing defended his grievances: "Yesterday you said you could meet, and you agreed first, today's is not a date."

"Why?" He Peiyuan said in principle: "Then I'll go home!"

Yang Jingxing fought: "Doing art is not counted."

He Peiyuan nodded: "Then you do it."

Yang Jingxing discussed first: "How about going to the recording studio?"

He Peiyuan thought for a while and nodded: "Okay...you'd better be honest."

Yang Jingxing was funny.

He Peiyuan became even angrier: "What are you laughing at... I haven't finished talking yesterday, how many bad things did you do in your junior high school, high school, and elementary school?"

Yang Jingxing was shameless: "At that time I was still young, I was too innocent and only knew how to play, not as precocious as you."

He Peiyuan is really eloquent: "So when you go to college, you should hurry up and make up for it, right?"

Yang Jingxing recalled: "Then tell the truth, how many do you have in middle school?"

He Peiyuan frowned: "I am as shameless as you are?"

Yang Jingxing laughed: "I'm shameless, you're innocent, you're noble, you're capable, don't let me like you."

He Peiyuan was so angry that she was almost speechless: "... Who knows what kind of nerves you have!"

Yang Jingxing shook his head and sighed: "I haven't found the reason from myself, as the saying goes, a slap can't make a sound..."

"No, I didn't!" He Peiyuan vehemently denied: "I haven't had a shot yet, so I have no reason." The momentum of the debate was quite strong.

Yang Jingxing hummed: "Open your eyes and talk nonsense."

He Peiyuan was really out of breath, she stared at the driver and could even see her chest heaving. After a few seconds of staring, she said, "Then you say...what is my reason?" It was a tone of dissatisfaction, but it was not strong enough.

Yang Jingxing really couldn't help laughing now, there were a lot of smirks, smirks, and complacent smiles, and even amused ones.

No matter how much you laugh, He Peiyuan has already turned her head to the other side, and even covered her ears with her hands, and put her fingers into her ears for a better effect, never compromising the posture of getting more and more forceful.

Yang Jingxing didn't dare to be too presumptuous, and calmed down: "I didn't laugh at you..."

He Peiyuan didn't seem to hear.

Yang Jingxing said again: "The purpose is not to laugh at you. I want the facts to speak. If you don't believe me, look in the mirror. Yuanyuan's current appearance is one of the reasons why I like her. Look... let your seeing be believing before you say it." persuasive."

He Peiyuan didn't move.

Yang Jingxing said: "Yes, the shadow on the glass can explain the problem. It doesn't need to be so clear to be obvious. Take a good look to see if what I said makes sense."

He Peiyuan changed her posture, covered her ears and did not let go, and raised her elbows as high as she could, trying to surround her head, so that others could not see her, and she could not see the shadow of others or herself.

Yang Jingxing was simply grateful: "Look at you, you still buy one and get one free, yes, this appearance is also one of the reasons..."

It's not a problem to passively shrink your head and be beaten. He Peiyuan suddenly put down her hands, her hair was a little messed up, and glared at the driver: "I have never done this to you before!"

Yang Jingxing said: "It's just a different form of expression..."

"What form!" He Peiyuan raised her fist at the bloody guy again: "Don't be too sentimental."

Yang Jingxing nodded: "You didn't treat me like this, but I saw it. As the saying goes, it's not your fault that you look good, but it's wrong for you to show off."

"When did I show off?"

"Good-looking people don't wear a veil when they go out to show off... Yes, you also need to wrap a bed sheet, and a cotton coat is also fine."

"Why don't you wear it, why don't you wrap it? You should also cripple your hands!"

Yang Jingxing took it for granted: "No one judged me as a school girl, and I will be despised by the school belle."

He Peiyuan glared at Yang Jingxing, and then seemed to change course, her expression turned into a sneer: "Oh, I see, there is a person who wants to be a school grass, and I thought he didn't care, it's easy to handle, let's expel everyone who is more handsome than you... ..."

Yang Jingxing grinned and denied it: "No, I didn't want to be a school grass, so don't talk nonsense!"

He Peiyuan shook her head and tut-tsk: "Oh my god, I've never seen such a conceited person. Fortunately, he pretended to be humble after returning to his predecessors. I thought he was low-key and connotative. I didn't expect him to be this kind of person..."

Yang Jingxing only dared to block his ears with one hand: "I can't hear or can't hear..."

He Peiyuan smiled smugly, laughing out loud, the sitting posture and angle of victory.

Yang Jingxing also laughed.

He Peiyuan suddenly looked at the driver and said seriously, "I tell you, I don't believe it at all." She was even a little arrogant.

Yang Jingxing asked, "Why don't you believe it?"

He Peiyuan was absent-minded and indifferent: "...you must have lied about liking others in order to resolve their conflicts. How can you believe what you say at that time!"

Yang Jingxing thought, "At that time, what I said was the truth."

He Peiyuan was thinking about something, and then came back to pass the time to discuss: "That day I shouldn't... If it's another beauty, you like it, it's someone else who was framed by you, and I'm unlucky."

Yang Jingxing smiled: "Then consider yourself unlucky."

"You said it yourself?" He Peiyuan still needs an answer: "If it is replaced by...a flower!"

Yang Jingxing said: "Except for you, I would have asked her to leave immediately for anyone else."

He Peiyuan didn't need an answer: "Hmph, I'm unlucky... I don't think I'm unlucky!"

Yang Jingxing smiled.

He Peiyuan looked at the driver and was alert: "Are you lying to me? Is there anyone in the recording studio?"

Yang Jingxing comforted: "Again, work is starting, there are a lot of people."

He Peiyuan seemed shy: "Then I won't go."

Yang Jingxing was able to respond accordingly: "I told them to clear the venue."

"I'm not going..."

After making a lot of noise, Yang Jingxing also reported today's work to He Peiyuan. As a folk music worker, He Peiyuan was still a bit aggressive, and she also regretted that she didn't go to observe the style of folk artists.

Yang Jingxing was very ambitious. He thought about whether he could make a documentary and promote music by combining popular folk culture, such as suona, drums and cymbals at weddings and weddings, so that music could be integrated into the ordinary life of ordinary people and be accepted by the audience unconsciously. It's not the kind of forced indoctrination or Yangchun Baixue.

Speaking of documentaries, there has been no news about the [-] film, but He Peiyuan can also help Yang Jingxing with advice. The conclusion is that this matter should not be rushed, and many considerations must be considered in the long run. You have to wait until the conditions are sufficient before doing it, but now You can start doing some planning.

Yang Jingxing admired Liu Simman and the others for their performance today, and He Peiyuan also believed that the partners had a wonderful performance. She just complained a little about the grouping method. The two masters, Blind and Tiantian, were grouped together. The culprit was: "... They said you would definitely help Ruirui!"

Yang Jingxing smiled: "I think so too, you are not allowed."

"Don't blame me... I won't be with Wang Rui next time."

Yang Jingxing begged for a fight again: "Whoever teams up with you will be unlucky..."

Speaking of the evening, when I heard that Qi Qingnuo directed the chorus, He Peiyuan was convinced that Yang Jingxing's inspiration must have come from this: "...when you are together is your creative peak, everyone knows it."

Yang Jingxing opened the armrest box and took out several folded papers: "This is the proof, I have time to write it down tonight?"

He Peiyuan inspected it and took it, unfolded it to see, to turn on the light, ouch, it was Director Yang's handwritten manuscript.

Yang Jingxing suggested: "We'll see later."

He Peiyuan ignored it, and the first thing she saw when reading the score was of course the tuning, and she complained a bit: "I haven't touched this little violin for a long time..."

Yang Jingxing was bold: "This is your fault..."

"Who bothers me every day." He Peiyuan responded angrily: "I'm not in the mood! Who makes so many weird things, I can't even practice!"

Yang Jingxing shut up.

He Peiyuan continued to read the score, and immediately came to a conclusion: "Just say you have no good intentions." Because it is a three-string guitar ensemble.

Yang Jingxing repented: "Music, I'm sorry."

He Peiyuan chuckled: "You are only sorry for your own music, you can just apologize to them..." Continue to watch, the ability to read scores is still good, it seems to understand the feeling.

Yang Jingxing didn't disturb the girl's seriousness.

After watching it for a while, He Peiyuan frowned: "It's tremolo again, I hate it..." The voice is not loud, and there is no need to explain, just continue watching.

After watching it for a while, He Peiyuan remembered again: "I have never played with the guitar before... I am self-righteous, playing tricks..."

The beauties who are more beautiful than Huadan are also nagging, and they are all kinds of dissatisfaction when looking at the score. Although there are no substantial defects, it sounds like Yang Jingxing's three-string guitar ensemble work is really ordinary, which is not surprising. .

It’s not convenient to read things in the car. In fact, there are only three or four minutes of music. He Peiyuan read the music for six or seven minutes, but the more I read the back, the less I complain. Maybe it’s poor words, and I always complain about bad playing or disgust. Chords are also interesting.

After reading it, He Peiyuan folded the five pieces of paper in her hand and looked at the driver.

Yang Jingxing laughed along: "How is it?"

He Peiyuan blinked her eyes, but still showed some momentum: "Who knows if you made up things on the way here."

Yang Jingxing lamented, "Even if I'm a genius, I'm not a god."

He Peiyuan changed her impatient tone again: "Then when did you write it?"

Yang Jingxing said, "After lunch, it will take more than two hours."

"Bragging!" He Peiyuan didn't believe it again, she rolled her eyes suspiciously and complained: "Why didn't you show it earlier?"

Yang Jingxing said: "The timing is not right, now I can't hug or kiss."

He Peiyuan looked at the driver, did not blow his hair, but slowly brewed, from a slight complaint to a serious frown, and stomped on the mat: "I knew it, you were thinking hard and wanted to belittle me...don't go!"

Yang Jingxing explained: "It's inconvenient to read things in the car."

He Peiyuan coquettishly interrogated the case: "Then you didn't say it this afternoon? You didn't say it when you called? You didn't say it when you got in the car? Only now!"

Yang Jingxing still told the truth: "I want to give you a surprise, so when you get in the car, just urge me to leave."

"Why don't you walk in the car?" He Peiyuan rolled her eyes, and then said seriously: "I tell you... I won't be attracted by your talent, I won't accept you because of your creation. If so, then you find If others go, there may be girls who admire your talent."

"Where did you go?" Yang Jingxing begged for mercy, "I just want to make you happy, so I'll treat it as a disguised gift."

"Then I don't want it anymore." He Peiyuan unfolded the folded paper, glanced at it and closed it again: "...Your mentality is wrong!"

Yang Jingxing explained patiently: "Watching those folk performers in the morning... I suddenly had a very strong idea, if I didn't know Yuanyuan, if I was introduced on stage, Sanxian player He Peiyuan from somewhere, then you came on stage, wear Wearing a white dress, sitting down and playing a random song, such as Plum Blossom Tune... I guess I will suffer from insomnia, and I will definitely ask you to cooperate, even if they say that I, Yang Jingxing, are a pervert... Actually, I wrote this song with this feeling."

He Peiyuan looked at the driver carefully, her eyes and eyebrows were fine, and she was more pleasant, but she was dissatisfied with the width of her lips: "...you are a beautiful woman, and you will be moved."

Yang Jingxing was distressed: "At that time, I only thought of you, not beautiful women."

He Peiyuan caressed the manuscript in her hand, and asked first: "Why is it a white dress? You mentioned that printed one last time."

Yang Jingxing continued to be distressed: "Who told you to look good in whatever you wear, I think what is what."

He Peiyuan continued to frown, as if eager to find a loophole to vent: "...you are so superficial."

Yang Jingxing always said: "Why don't you find your own reasons?"

He Peiyuan snorted, and opened the manuscript to take a look again: "...you really lied to them, "Same Road through Wind and Rain"!"

Yang Jingxing was serious: "Through the wind and rain, there are emotions, and this song is the same."

He Peiyuan thought for a while: "Then you go to them!"

Yang Jingxing could only smile wryly.

He Peiyuan faced the driver and yelled softly, "I don't want you to lie to me like this."

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Okay, just pretend you didn't see it."

He Peiyuan explained: "I mean, we treat it with a purely artistic attitude... nothing else is involved."

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Okay!"

He Peiyuan seemed to be relieved, picked up the score and looked at it carefully, trying to be artistic: "You think about the contrast between the two timbres, isn't it?"

Yang Jingxing said: "There is still an echo."

He Peiyuan was dissatisfied: "I know, I haven't said it yet!"

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Then tell me first..."

He Peiyuan can't say how long it will be. When she arrives at the place, this girl is already a little motivated. She was still studying when she got out of the car and picked up the guy from the back seat: "Actually, I liked the double play and music in "Empty Mountain" better before. The combination of double play has a new feeling in the old, but the rhythm was not easy to grasp at the beginning."

Yang Jingxing looked at the car with a bitter face: "It should have been taken out at this time, maybe there will be unexpected gains."

He Peiyuan didn't curse, but a soothing attitude: "No, it's impossible, don't even think about it... Even if I composed the Second Symphony alone, I wouldn't know it, really!"

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Just hit me."

He Peiyuan frowned and smiled reluctantly: "I didn't hit you, this is my principle... let's go."

Yang Jingxing stretched out his hand: "Give it to me."

He Peiyuan hesitated, as if for the sake of artistic sacrifice, she still handed the piano case to the rascal.Yang Jingxing wanted to get his stuff from the trunk, He Peiyuan noticed it, and probably didn't intend to come to the recording studio at first.

It was past nine o'clock, and the recording studio was bustling with activity. Male singers who could barely be considered first-line were working on big productions.If you have money, a lot of musicians compose, arrange and write lyrics are in the studio, striving for excellence, there is no best but better.

Yang Jingxing first took He Peiyuan to his studio, and then went there to say hello to his colleagues for 5 minutes. When he came back, he found that He Peiyuan had already set up the posture and set the strings, and helped Yang Jingxing take out the guitar.

Yang Jingxing asked, "No nails."

Xiaoquzi, He Peiyuan relaxed and happy: "That's it."

Yang Jingxing asked: "Use it."

He Peiyuan pouted a little: "It's really troublesome..." She still looked for things with her bag.

Yang Jingxing was eager to learn: "How did you tie it? Teach me."

"Just tie it like this..." He Peiyuan's armor is made of goose bones, one long and one short, with red silk thread, and she seems to be able to tie it with her eyes closed.

"Give me a try." Yang Jingxing stretched out his hand and begged, "Guide."

"I'll do it myself." He Peiyuan couldn't wait: "You will learn later..." She looked up at the song.

Yang Jingxing was not happy: "Hmph, there is not even a consolation prize."

He Peiyuan looked at the rascal, and slowly frowned: "... Only nails are allowed, promise!"

Yang Jingxing nodded again and again: "I promise."

He Peiyuan reluctantly put the things on the table.

Yang Jingxing sat down opposite the girl, picked up something and observed and studied it: "... come."

He Peiyuan raised her right hand on her lap and half stretched it out, making a fist gesture and stretching out her thumb, her eyes were wary of the opposite side.

Yang Jingxing returned a thumbs up: "You are also great."

"Hurry up." He Peiyuan was so annoyed, "Will you be tied?"

Yang Jingxing's left hand held He Peiyuan's right hand's jaw and half of his thumb. The skin on He Peiyuan's hand was warm and smooth, and he used hand cream well, but his body temperature was not as high as Yang Jingxing's.Yang Jingxing's hands were also much bigger than the girl's, and he seemed to control everything by grasping a little bit. He Peiyuan's hand seemed to shrink instinctively, and her thumb tried to curl up without cooperating.

Yang Jingxing looked at the girl.

The girl also looked at Yang Jingxing, and she had never been used to him, so her eyes wandered for a while, and then she returned to staring at each other for the sake of art, with a complaining expression: "...Look at what I do, look at my hands." She did Cherish one's own hands, the word's sharp descending pronunciation is nothing short of loving.

(Respectfully invite book friends to bubbling support.)