"I feel like I'm atonement after listening to it when I go back to write my paper."

reporter:"……"

It's poisonous!!!

Fang Zhao didn't know what people outside thought of him at all. After he entered the room, he received a call from Mo Lang.

It was already morning on the side of Huangzhou. When Mo Lang woke up in the morning, he was told by his assistant that Fang Zhao was in Yanzhou. He thought Fang recalled Yanzhou to cooperate with the investigation, but he didn't expect that he could still make trouble for the wind and rain. The old man was so worried that he quickly called to ask. Alas, Fang Zhao was indeed the most worry-free when he was locked up in Whale Island.

Fang Zhao also explained the incident to Mo Lang after receiving the call.

After hearing this, Mo Lang smiled satisfied and continued: "Come back quickly after the matter in Yanzhou is over. You are still in the further study. Don't always ask for leave. Forget about this invitation from your friend. It's better to participate in those commercial and entertainment activities outside. You have the endorsement of Flamingos, so you don't have to worry about money, so you don't have to rush to endorse others."

"Yeah, I know." Fang Zhao said.

"Just know. Is the song you played a new one? It's really good, but it's not suitable for being included in the graduation concert."

Mo Lang analyzed the pros and cons for Fang Zhao. The academic school has academic scoring standards and the graduation concert works have graduation review conditions. He was worried that Fang Zhao would be easily cheated when he was young, and he emphasized some things that need attention again.

Seeing that Fang Zhao was sincere and did not perfunctory, Mo Lang was relieved and didn't say much, but before hanging up the phone, he thought of something and asked, "By the way, what's the name of that song?"

“Time Travel.”

The old century, the destruction century, the new century spanned incredible time. Fang Zhao thought he had forgotten something even longer ago, and this school badge reminded him a lot.

The ants on the ground, the star dust in the sky, the sands of the Ganges, and the countless sentient beings.

In a one-way passage, you can only move forward. However, the memory is there, and occasionally it will open the door to the past, allowing him to look at the memories from a longer time and see the secrets of the changes of time.

Just like, he thought he only remembered the dead branches and ruins under the ruins of the century, but he didn't expect to remember clearly that the row of lush sycamore trees outside the classroom covered the road with thick shade and a pleasant breeze.

Fang Zhao looked at the school badge placed in the collection box, and after tidying up, he didn't go to bed.

Um.

Good condition, suitable for revision.

Hanging a sign of retreat at the door, Fang Zhao opened the notebook to write the work of the graduation concert and began to modify the score.

Finally, after a while, Nati Woods came over, he fell silent at the sign of "retreatment" on the door.

Is inspiration so easy?
Chapter completed!