Gracie's Wonderful Studio

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Goto Ichiri obviously had lingering fears.

"By the way, he said his name is Hen."

"?"

Gracie was really taken aback when he heard that.

How could her father scare Goto Ichiri like this?It shouldn't be.

After listening to the detailed description for a mile.

Only then did Gracie realize that the person who came was from a thousand calamities.

That's very rivery.

It was Qianjie who gave her something for her father.

I don't know what.

"But for Qianjie... Actually, I'm also a little afraid of him. He's different from normal humans, but you don't have to worry too much."

"Why?" Poki-chan asked.

"Aponia's mother said it." Gracie thought for a while and said, "Qianjie will not regard people like us as 'targets'."

Gracie also knew that this kind of thing would happen for a while, and Pochi-chan couldn't explain it clearly.

Simply opened the courier sent by Qianjie.

The little hand picked up the utility knife.

Swipe lightly.

A bunch of foam paper was stretched out inside.

After taking it apart, there are two palm-sized silver pendants.

The slightly larger one is a silvery white moon, and the other is slightly smaller, a pendant composed of several hollowed-out stars of different sizes strung together.

There is another letter below.

"This is a gadget I bought in my spare time.

This set of silver ornaments is the sun, the moon, and the stars.

If it is the sun, I will stay by my side first.

Leave the moon and stars to my lovely daughter for safekeeping.

Remember back then, not long after you were born.

Your mother and I just want to name you Fanxing, and Blanca and I are your sun and moon... It’s been a long time, but it still feels like it was yesterday.

...Dear daughter, I'm not ready to see you yet, I hope you don't blame me.

But at most until the Chinese New Year, I will definitely come back and take you with me to the places where our family agreed to travel before the eighth collapse, and play all those places. "

——I love your marks.

After reading it, Gracie didn't have much reaction.

Just bit his lip.

Carefully folded the letter paper and put it in a picture book she had drawn before.

In that album, there were paintings of the family of three that she had drawn before the disaster struck.

Although it is abstract, it is also immature.

But now it is one of her few precious treasures.

After pushing the album back to the bookshelf.

She hung the little silver moon in the left pocket of her breast.

Then put the star pendant on the right side of the hat, above the ear temples.

It looks like a string of star earrings.

Hanging down, under the sunlight coming through the window, the silver light shone like a real star.

"How is it, does it look good?" Gracie asked softly.

"Everything Gracie wears looks good. This decoration is nothing, but it seems to come alive when you wear it on your body."

Goto Ichiri smirked.

She also spoke from the heart.

For her who considers herself a local girl, Gracie is the other extreme when compared with her, comparable to being an artist.

"It would be great if everyone could really come back to life."

Little Gracie shook her head.

Afterwards, I packed the foam paper and packaging bags, cleaned the table, and warmed up a cup of milk for Pochi Sauce to soothe the shock from Qian Jie.

"Thank you for the hospitality! I also feel like I'm alive!"

As Pado said before, Gracie's studio is very suitable for basking in the sun.

Boqijiang was lying on the table at this time, and after being exposed to the sun, he became lazy all of a sudden.

"So sister Yili, you came to me just to bask in the sun and sleep?"

Gracie waited for a while, and finally couldn't help asking questions when he realized that Kazuto Goto was really about to fall asleep.

"Ah! If you don't tell me, I'll forget it!"

Yili suddenly slapped his head.

6 mouth 9!

lyrics!

She's here for the lyrics!

As a result, the brain that was frightened by Qianjie went blank.

Then I watched Gracie open the box on the spot.

I have long forgotten about the lyrics.

"Grace! You need to help me!"

Pochi sauce held out a finger with a resentful expression on his face.

"One week, a whole week, do you know how I got here this week?!"

"I locked myself up for a whole week to practice signing. I don't know how happy I am!...No, no! I locked myself up to write lyrics, but I couldn't write a single sentence!"

Upon hearing this, Gracie suggested, "Why don't you listen to the rock songs in our world? Then pick one you like?"

"That, that, that, isn't that plagiarism?!" Pochi-chan was so shocked by Gracie's words that he couldn't even speak fluently.

"It's a cover, I can buy the copyright for you, and then fill in the name of the lyrics and music."

"Ah... so."

After hearing Gracie's words, Pochi-chan suddenly felt that she could give it a try, mainly because she hadn't heard the music of this world yet.

Even if it can inspire some inspiration is good.

however.

After half an hour.

Boqijiang sprawled on the table, bursting into tears, sobbing.

"It's... too painful, why is it so painful."

The mental state of the whole person is completely the feeling of listening to Wang Yiyun's EMO.

After all, the world is broken.

Art comes from reality.

Most of the songs are about the tragedy of the knife that makes people EMO, and the other part is inspirational, giving people hope.

It's a pity that Boqijiang ordered a few songs, all of which were knives.

Now it's like being directly stabbed to death, the blood is tears, the tears are blood, and the tears are endless, and the heartache is so painful that I can't help it.

Chapter 15 This is not inspirational, this is called chicken soup

"Yili, wake up!"

Gracie woke Goto Ichiri who was like noodles.

"Are you inspired now?"

"Spirit, inspiration..."

Boqijiang was in a trance, and then collapsed decadently clutching his head.

"Ah, I'm such an idiot, it's a paramecium!"

"Are you insulting yourself, or are you praising the paramecium?"

Gracie shook her head.

"Have you never written lyrics before... No, if you don't know how to write lyrics, there is no way Hong Xia can let you write them."

Although Hong Xia often talks to herself.

But it's just more straightforward, just say what comes to mind.