Chapter 43: Zhu Hyuna (Adventure priest book friend adds 1/10)

night.

In the playground of the campus, companies sat together, forming a large circle. The students sat together, held their mobile phones, turned on the flashlight, gently waved the lights in their hands, and gave their support to the students who were performing.

Lin Ye sat in his company for a rare occasion, smiling at the warm scene.

Military training is very tiring, and instructors are very strict.

But equally, military training is good and instructors are very warm.

During this half month, Lin Ye felt a unique feeling that he had never experienced before.

The military training is about to end. Every time Lin Ye thinks of separation in his heart, he always feels a throbbing in his heart as he recalls all the past.

The difference we see after military training is a dividing line on the road to university, a faint ripples in the river of time, and a scenery passing by on the road of life.

No matter how sad it is, it will always pass.

But……

Is rationality really that appropriate at this time?

Lin Ye gently tapped the back of his left hand with his right hand, and melodies surged one after another in Lin Ye's mind, gently tapping the rhythm, composing this summer's music.

...

Back at the dormitory, Mao Daoren lay heavily on the floor.

Yes, the floor.

The air conditioner has just turned on, and the floor must be cool.

Lin Ye glanced at him, pulled away the chair and sat down, and took out the computer.

Mao Daoren, who was lying on the ground, half-squinted his eyes and looked at Lin Ye's computer screen.

"Are you writing a song?" After a while, Mao Daoren sat up directly.

He can't write songs, but he has known Lin Ye for so long, and he can still recognize the software used by Lin Ye to write songs and make music scores.

"Well, there is some inspiration." Lin Ye typing on the keyboard and responded casually.

Mao Daoren became excited, resisted the desire to continue asking, took out his cell phone, took a photo of Lin Ye who was busy, and then went to the school forum.

Mao Daoren (Freshman of Law School): Classmates, good news, Lin Ye is writing a song!!![Photo]

As soon as the post was posted, the students who returned to the dormitory after the military training noticed the latest post.

The forum only has Peking University students, so they are all registered with real names and have their departments.

The name Mao Daoren is not very familiar with the external ones, but the name Lin Ye is well-known.

They clicked in one after another.

First floor: The master writes a song again?

Second floor: Fire tongs Liu Ming!

Third Floor: The military training is over soon. Is it a song written for military training?

Fourth Floor: Is this a genius? I can write a song in military training, but I can only watch myself tanning...

Fifth Floor: The real world!

Sixth Floor: If you have a big shot, tell me how long does it take to write songs? Can we hear the new songs from the great god at the military training closing ceremony?

7th Floor: Don’t bother us with big things, you little ones should learn to be self-reliant.

Eighth Floor: It's hard not to agree with the upstairs.

Ninth Floor: Friends, this is a real-name registration, pay attention to your image.

Tenth Floor:...

11th Floor:...

Twelve Floor:...

Mao Daoren smiled and looked at the pile of replies that would appear every time he refreshed, and chatted with classmates from various departments with great enthusiasm.

Lin Ye, on the other hand, focused on the music score.

Time passed, and during this period, Mao Daoren went out to buy supper and took a courier.

Without disturbing Lin Ye, he put the instant noodles he bought for him and the international express delivery on the table.

When he was receiving the express delivery, he saw the sender's name.

To be honest, Mao Daoren has no hobby of exploring other people's privacy, but he always needs to look at the information bar when using express delivery.

Shipping address: Seoul s.m Entertainment Co., Ltd., South Korea.

Sender: Pei Zhuxuan.

Well, Bae Joo-hyun.

Well, document delivery.

Yes, believe it.

Mao Daoren remembered this name silently in his heart. If nothing unexpected happens, this name is probably the name of Lin Ye’s wife.

What, not your wife?

hehe.

I really wanted to spread it, but Mao Daoren still knew it, but he didn't send it out.

He can tell the difference between gossip and friends, that important thing.

8:43.

Lin Ye looked at the finished music score and exhaled a breath of turbid air.

Inspiration is endless. He is very hungry, but he is afraid that he will lose his inspiration as soon as he eats, so he can only endure the hunger and write down all these inspirations.

Lin Ye clicked, tapped on the table, and hummed the music score softly.

There are no lyrics, just pure music, but Mao Daoren seemed to be brought to summer when he listened to this leisurely music.

A summer of struggle with friends.

"It's all that I can write the lyrics." Lin Ye smiled and murmured.

"Are you finished writing?" Mao Daoren asked curiously.

"Well, I'll teach you when I finish filling in the lyrics. This song requires piano, guitar and other instruments." Lin Ye nodded and said, picking up the bucket surface on the table and unpacking it.

"How many instruments do you know now?" Mao Daoren asked.

Why do you feel that Lin Ye can do any musical instrument?

"No, there are only four, bass and violin are still learning." Lin Ye shook his head and said.

Mao Daoren: “…”

Listen, are you talking?

"Your express delivery is sent from Korea." Mao Daoren said this and turned around, not wanting to pay attention to this Versailles master.

Lin Ye glanced at him and took the documents on the table.

Opening is an envelope.

Bae Joo-hyun’s reply.

While soaking instant noodles, I read Bae Joo-hyun’s reply.

Seeing the words "Sharp" Lin Ye, Lin Ye couldn't help laughing.

Song Yuqi wrote this word better than her, but it was OK. How long has Pei Zhuxuan been learning Chinese?

Keep your smile and keep watching.

Pei Zhuxuan's handwriting is not very good, but the content is grammatical, mainly because the Chinese is profound and profound. Maybe Pei Zhuxuan used inadvertently inverted sentences and she herself didn't know it.

Pei Zhuxuan first corrected the error in the sentence in the letter Lin Ye sent her, and then began to tell how she looked up the dictionary word by word, then naver searched for the grammar, and finally wrote this short letter with only 300 words.

It was only a short 300 words, but Lin Ye could read from these words how Pei Zhuxuan looked when she wrote this letter.

In Lin Ye's eyes, it seemed that Pei Zhuxuan was writing a letter at the desk, clumsyly holding a water pen, copying the words on the dictionary, and writing the letter sent to the distance one by one.

Stupid, but shining brightly.

"Old Mao." Lin Ye suddenly called Mao Daoren.

"What are you doing?" Mao Daoren sat up from the bed and looked at Lin Ye.

"Didn't you always want to see her photos?" Lin Ye stood up from the chair, took his cell phone, opened the album, and handed Mao Daoren the photo he had sent to him before, "Look."

Mao Daoren reached out to take Lin Ye's cell phone, and then...

A stunning look appeared in his eyes.

"Is this your Korean friend?"

"Yes." Lin Ye smiled.
Chapter completed!