My 1983

"So what! It's been okay to study lately!

As soon as Song Limin said this, Liu Lan couldn't help but laugh directly.

Song Limin glared at Liu Lan and turned to look at Song Qian.

Song Qian was even more full of question marks. From childhood to adulthood, his academic performance has always been a top-notch presence among his peers. Parents were even more at ease with themselves and never asked about their studies.

"It's okay! After having Xiaofeng, I guess I'm going to be second!

Song Qian said and pouted unhappily.

For Lu Xiaofeng's learning ability, he has long been taught, and he can only be ashamed of himself in this regard.

"Aha! Don't be discouraged and don't slacken in your studies! Song

Limin really couldn't find anything to bring up that topic.

"Is there anything new in the school recently, say it and I'll hear it!"

Song Limin said with a kind face, but it was really uncomfortable to hold it in his heart, and the topic he brought up was to talk about it even if it was embarrassing.

"There really is this!"

Song Qian's eyes lit up as soon as she mentioned this. Can't wait to tell Song Limin about Lu Xiaofeng writing songs at school.

"I didn't expect Xiao Feng to have this ability! It's amazing!

Liu Lan listened to Song Qian's words and came over.

"Can you hum a few words this year to be considered a song? What a mess!

Song Limin disagreed, at this time part of the popular music of Hong Kong and Taiwan had already been introduced to the mainland. For this, Song Limin defined it as a quiet voice.

"It's really good, if you don't believe me, you will know if you sing it!"

Song Qian said that she couldn't wait to prove how well Lu Xiaofeng's song was written.

I have read the lyrics of the song "You at the Same Table" alone I don't know how many times, and most of the classmates around me are singing, and I naturally learned it.

After singing the song, even Song Limin couldn't close his mouth in surprise.

These lyrics, coupled with Song Qian's voice, are simply not too good. If Lu Xiaofeng is here, he definitely thinks that Song Qian singing it has more taste than the original song in later generations.

"You were discussing love or something outside just now, is that the song?"

Song Limin couldn't bear it anymore, and by now he probably understood in his heart. I guess I really thought too much.

"Yes! I asked him to help me write songs!

Song Qian said with a smug look.

"How did you know we were out there discussing this?"

Song Qian also came back, when he was outside just now, there were only Lu Xiaofeng and himself around, where did Song Limin hear it.

"Ahem! I... I happened to meet Xiao Feng when I came back from work, so..." Song

Limin didn't dare to admit that he was eavesdropping, if he let Song Qian know his father's face.

"In this way, if it's okay, I'll go to bed early, and I have to go to school tomorrow!"

Song Qian didn't think much about it, and after saying hello to her parents, she turned around and went back to the room.

"Take a look, say that you still don't believe it if you think too much, now rest assured!"

Liu Lan said and pushed Song Limin.

"I wondered, what else will Xiao Feng's child not know, he can even write songs at a young age."

Song Limin did not care about Liu Lan's words, but fell into deep self-doubt.

"That's not good, if you really become your son-in-law in the future, we must not steal pleasure!"

For Lu Xiaofeng, Liu Lan admired him very much from the beginning, so she also treated him as if he were his own family on weekdays.

"Be my son-in-law! Is he qualified?

Although Song Limin's tone was full of disdain, he still hoped that the two could be together in the future.

I said this only to maintain the last trace of dignity as a father!

"You didn't look at our family Qianqian like that, that is, Xiao Feng didn't have the idea to estimate that this girl would have to stick it sooner or later!"

Liu Lannu pouted angrily and said towards Song Qian's room.

On weekdays, the communication between Lu Xiaofeng and Song Qian is in his eyes, as a person who comes over, how can he not see his daughter's thoughts.

As soon as Lu Xiaofeng returned to the small courtyard, he began to prepare to write songs for Song Qian.

If I can't take it out tomorrow, I guess I'll be annoyed to death by this girl.

As a person who lived in the later life of the developed Internet, Lu Xiaofeng remembered countless lyrics in his mind.

To say that there are many songs suitable for singing in this era, but Song Qian asked for love songs. This makes it a bit difficult for me.

And most of the love songs in my impression are relatively large. If it is really written, whether everyone can accept not to say it first, it will be criticized for sure.

In case the song spreads, trouble will definitely be indispensable.

In this way, Lu Xiaofeng sat alone next to the window stunned. The pen is almost broken, and I can't think of a suitable song.

I don't know how many sheets of paper I used to write the lyrics.

It was winter, and because I came back late, I didn't bother to start a fire.

After sitting for so long, the chill had long spread throughout the body.

Suddenly looked up, and at this time it was snowing heavily outside the window.

The ground of the courtyard was also white at some point.

Lu Xiaofeng shrunk his neck, took out a military coat and draped it over his shoulders, opened the door and walked into the courtyard.

Since it didn't take long, the snow in the yard was not thick. Stretching out his hands, several snowflakes fell in the palms of his hands. Immediately, the temperature of the palm quickly melted naturally.

For some reason, I suddenly thought of a movie in the later life.

A young man stood by a public telephone booth making a phone call, covered in snow.

And the background music at this time is actually the familiar "One Cut"!

Lu Xiaofeng likes this song, but it is a little inappropriate to write it to Song Qian.

But soon I thought of another episode in the movie.

"Just once, I'll accompany you to see the old days of the wasteland

~ laugh heartily on days without troubles

~ slowly grow old in carefree time ~ ~ ~ " For

some reason, he actually hummed unconsciously.

"That's it!"

Lu Xiaofeng gritted his teeth and wrote it down first, if Song Qian was not satisfied with his big deal, he would find another one.

Back in the house, Lu Xiaofeng took my pen brush and wrote down every lyric in his impression.

After writing, he threw himself directly into bed and fell asleep.

Since he was reborn, there was no interference from electronic devices, and he also developed the habit of going to bed early and getting up early, and he was already sleepy and couldn't open his eyes at twelve o'clock.

Early the next morning, the snow was already thick, and

Lu Xiaofeng directly submerged more than half of his shoes as soon as he opened the door.

"Looks like you can't ride a bike!"

Lu Xiaofeng said and turned around to lock the door of the room, and walked out of the courtyard with his own care.

As soon as I came out of the alley, I happened to meet Song Qian, who came to find her to go to school with.

"What about my song? This was the first thing Song Qian said after seeing Lu Xiaofeng.

For this song, I was excited to go to bed late last night.

In the morning, I packed up the bed together and came directly over, for fear that Lu Xiaofeng would fool himself again.

"Give... You see if it works!

Lu Xiaofeng said and directly handed the lyrics in his pocket to Song Qian.

"This... How to sing this!

Although the lyrics are there, Lu Xiaofeng himself can't compose music, so Song Qian didn't feel anything when she looked at this song,

"You sing it to me first!"

Song Qian said and grabbed Lu Xiaofeng's arm without hesitation.

"Good, good, good! You let go of me first, I'll sing it to you!

Lu Xiaofeng was also helpless, fortunately it was still early, and there were no people on the street.

If it weren't for Song Qian's action, there would definitely be some misunderstanding.

In this way, Lu Xiaofeng cleared his throat and sang this song~

Don't really say, although Lu Xiaofeng's voice is average, the rhythm is still very accurate.

As soon as she spoke, Song Qian was a little fascinated.

"Just once~ I'll accompany you to the old wasteland~~!"

Unconsciously, Song Qian also looked at the lyrics and hummed softly with Lu Xiaofeng.

As the snow was stepped underfoot, there was a creaking sound, and an indescribable emotion was slowly rising from the hearts of the two teenagers.