Find Qiao Yang’s WeChat account from the WeChat friend list.

Yang Feng: Qiao Yang, have you lived alone without telling me?

Qiao Yang:??

Yang Feng: YX**54, this is my sister’s WeChat account. If you add her, she said she had something to do with you.

Qiao Yang: OK.

Yang Feng: What are you two doing? I think you are all weird, especially my sister, when she went back to her hometown to celebrate her birthday last year, she thought something was wrong with her. She asked her, but she didn't say anything.

Qiao Yang: Maybe I did something that made her unhappy before.

Yang Feng: What's the matter?

Qiao Yang: Maybe it's a lot, but I haven't noticed it yet.

Yang Feng:??

There is no expression when chatting on WeChat. Through Qiao Yang's words, it is really hard for Yang Feng to guess what Qiao Yang is talking about.

Finally, after seeing that Qiao Yang did not reply, Hua Xiaoqian also received news, so she ignored them for the time being.

My wife, who is always eighteen years old: Xiaofeng, I made two plans for my birthday this year, one went to the South Island to swim, and the other went to the north to ski.

Yang Feng: Wife, you didn’t reply to my message just now. You can’t be making a plan.

Since she returned from watching the charity performance that day, at the request of Hua Xiaoqian, Yang Feng changed her notes.

Now I feel more and more that her truth has been changed, and she has completed her reverse growth, and her tone and logical thinking are like a little girl.

My wife, who is always eighteen years old: No, I just came out of the company and thought about it on the way home.

Yang Feng: I want to try the food you cooked at home, I haven’t eaten it for a long time.

My wife, who is always eighteen years old: I really can’t do anything to you. I haven’t done it for a long time. I’ll review it these days, so you can wait.

Yang Feng: Yes.

On the other side of the city, Hua Xiaoqian held her cell phone, looked at the travel guides on her laptop for several pages, turned off the computer, and lay on the sofa with her back on her back.

After reading the chat records with Yang Feng several times, the expression on his face gradually changed from regret to a warm smile.

I thought that Xiaofeng from my family had grown up a lot and could understand that going out to play would make it easier for others to photograph them together.

But it doesn't matter. After being exposed, it will be a little more troublesome to deal with, and it is not something that cannot be solved.

My wife, who is always eighteen years old: Then call your godfather and Xiaoyu here, it will be more lively.

Yang Feng: OK.

As soon as he agreed, Yang Feng suddenly realized something was wrong.

My wife lives in her former home, and now their whole family is here, and she celebrates her birthday with Xiaoyu. When someone is interested, it is easy to infer the cause and effect.

Yang Feng: If someone discovers, what do you plan to do?

My wife, who is always eighteen years old: Post to Moments.

Yang Feng:...

Yang Feng: Have you decided?

My wife, who is forever 18 years old: I've made a decision, it's too late to regret it now, who told you not to choose just now? [Smile]

Yang Feng: It’s the end of the year, and you won’t let everyone have a stable New Year’s Day.

My wife, who is always eighteen years old: After this birthday, I want to take someone home on weekends as a birthday gift. Why don’t you prepare something else while it’s still time? [Rolling your eyes]

Yang Feng: Please be sure to pretend that I didn't say anything just now.

Looking at the message sent by his wife, Yang Feng could no longer fall asleep. He turned over on the bed and began to look forward to it.

Leaning beside the bed, looking at the roommates under the bed.

Since his wife is about to announce their relationship in advance, she should have been prepared to deal with it. He cannot fall behind. He has to think of a set of rhetoric and deal with a few livestock in the dormitory.

...

After receiving the WeChat message from Yang Feng, Qiao Yang couldn't sleep even when he lay on the bed. He looked at his phone and waited quietly for Yang Xiaoyu to reply to the message.

The roommate who was preparing for tomorrow's role under the bed looked up at his bed.

"Qiao Caizi, why didn't you go to bed on time today?"

"If you have something, go to bed later."

"Oh, by the way, can you let me use a melody in your previous music score? I promise that it will not exceed 10% of the whole article."

"It's okay, my dad asked you to only have 50% original, and you can follow this requirement."

Hearing Qiao Yang's reply, the five people who were rushing to do their homework looked at each other, their eyes full of surprise.

"What happened to Qiao Zi today? He was suddenly so nice to us."

"It's not right, it seems he's in a good mood."

"The sun is coming to the west. Who has backed up Qiao Zi's music score? Send it here, let me learn from it."

The five people in the dormitory immediately took action, for fear that Qiao Yang would repent temporarily.

Qiao Yang didn't care much about these guys, and quietly let the light on his phone screen hit his face.

Until his hand was black and he turned on again, Yang Xiaoyu really approved his friend's application, and he was relieved.

Yang Xiaoyu: Qiao Yang?

Qiao Yang: Yes.

Yang Xiaoyu: There is no one else next to you.

Qiao Yang: I was on the bed, and there was no one else next to me.

Yang Xiaoyu: There is no one else next to me. Please explain what happened to the performance lyrics a month ago and who wrote them for you.

At the same time, Yang Xiaoyu was lying on the bed, and everyone else in the dormitory was already asleep. She stared at the screen of her phone, and her eyes were still flashing with hesitation.

Over the past month, she has asked many people for information about Qiao Yang, and even found out some of his daily routines, but she has no such thing as she wants.

The only son of a professor in the Music Department of Qingda University has participated in provincial and above music competitions many times and won awards. He is single and has no girl he likes to stay in the library to read music scores on Saturdays and Sundays, and occasionally hums the music according to the scores.

She didn't want to know these things at all, nor was she interested in knowing them.

She doesn't want to see even being single.

Qiao Yang: I wrote it myself, and I hope you can see and hear it.

Yang Xiaoyu: Is it meaningful? The past is over, and I said I don’t want to waste my life on you anymore.

Seeing this reply, Qiao Yang immediately sat up from the bed.

The movement made the roommates under the bed look around curiously.

Who is Qiao Yang chatting with? He is so excited that he has never been before.

The five people looked around curiously for a while, but looked at the homework that had not been completed in front of them, and thought of his personality, they did not speak out in tacit understanding.

Qiao Yang: I also said that even if I choose again, I will not regret doing this.

Qiao Yang: Have you also remembered the past?

When the second message was sent out, an exclamation mark immediately appeared.

Qiao Yang's eyes suddenly darkened a little, and he silently put away his cell phone.

"No, Qiao Zi, as long as the song is more than 40% similar, it will be difficult to change the tone of the song. I wrote a little, but I always feel that it is wrong. Come and take a look for me."

Seeing Qiao Yang put away his cell phone, a roommate under the bed couldn't help asking for help.

"I... OK, I'll take a look for you."

Qiao Yang wanted to refuse, but after taking a look at his cell phone, he was still unwilling to give up. He got up from the bed, got out of bed and walked to his roommate.

Once a melody that starts like a story is fixed, other melodies are added rashly, it is very easy to turn into abrupt noise and failure.

Qiao Yang took up his chair and sat next to his roommate who was asking for help.

"Start here, change direction..." Qiao Yang pointed his finger at a syllable on the computer display screen.

"If this happens, won't the style of music change completely?" The roommate turned to look at Qiao Yang in confusion.

It was originally just to learn from other people's songs and directly change them to completely different styles, which felt very impolite.

"It's okay, it's just homework." Qiao Yang shook his head and did not say what he was thinking.

Since you are recomposing a piece of music, why bother with what the song is like?

Besides, he didn't like the original song at first.

"Since you said that, I'll try it. Do you want to watch from the side?"

"No, I want to change the song, too."

Qiao Yang, who had finished his homework, moved his chair and returned to his desk, and turned on his laptop.
To be continued...