Outside the balcony of Yang Cheng's villa, with the cool breeze, playing the guitar, and facing the music scores and lyrics placed in front of her, Avril sang her new song to the darkness.

The melody of the song is beautiful and the lyrics are also very artistic, which is very consistent with her experience at Salterhouse Pier today. The whole song is singed in her unique voice, and it is really beautiful with the sound of the acoustic guitar played by her fingers.

She made some mistakes when she sang the first time, but as she sang it over and over again, she became more and more skillful and better, and the artistic conception of the whole song was completely interpreted by her.

Yang Cheng sat aside and listened quietly, over and over again, and felt that the music and voice were like the sound of nature falling from the night moon, which was particularly easy to make people drunk.

Finally, she had a headache when her fingers were flicked, her throat was dry, and she stopped, and Yang Cheng woke up and applauded and clapped her hands with a smile.

"How is it?" Avril moved like a child who offered treasures.

"It's amazing!" Yang Cheng praised.

"Really? Really?" The ghost girl jumped up with a smile.

Yang Cheng nodded, "I rarely praise people, but this song is really bāng, the melody is nice and catchy, the lyrics are particularly touching, and I always feel the feeling that people cherish the people in front of me."

"Yes!" Avril had a soulmate, and he felt like he met too late. "Uncle, I can't tell that you still have musical cells!"

Yang Cheng smiled embarrassedly, not knowing what reaction should be given, and wanted to ask this ghost girl, did I seem to have no musical cells before? At least I also like to listen to music very much, okay?

"Haha, uncle, I'm so excited, don't mind, don't mind!" The ghost girl knew that she had provoked this bad uncle again, and immediately apologized, "What do you think this song should be called?"

She looks really excited now, probably even more excited and moving than picking up a treasure.

"I don't know that the lyrics and songs you wrote should be named after you."

Avril thought for a while, picked up the lyrics and read them for a while, saw the end from the beginning, and then looked up from the end, "How is it?"

Yang Cheng blinked, "Naughty? Will you be too young?" Then he laughed himself.

"Uncle!" Avril almost ran away, "I am only 21 years old, don't use your old man in his thirties to guess my mind, okay?"

Yang Cheng liked to see her furious look, and laughed, "You want to ask me for my opinion, I will speak straight."

Avril glared at him, thinking that this guy was too hún't a joke.

But at this moment, she felt her stomach roaring, and then she realized that she had never eaten anything since lunch at noon until after 11 o'clock, so her stomach would certainly protest.

Yang Cheng wanted to laugh, but he deliberately looked at the night sky far away from the balcony and pretended not to know anything.

Avril didn't know what this unscrupulous uncle was thinking. He was so angry that he wanted to bite a piece of ròu from him, but she also knew that her fingers were not touched by Yangchun water. Not to mention cooking, she hadn't even had instant noodles a few times.

Surrounded by a wealthy community, where is there a place to eat?

"Uncle!" Avril could not defeat his stomach after all.

"What did you do?" Yang Cheng asked viciously.

"Help me some food!" Avril begged in a low voice.

Yang Cheng shook his head and sighed: "I should have agreed. No matter how you said you called me uncle."

When Avril heard this, he nodded vigorously and said no, but Yang Cheng changed his mind.

"But I think again, the food made by us old men in our thirties and fifties is definitely not in line with the taste of your young people. I'm afraid you don't think it's delicious, so I'd better forget it!" Yang Cheng walked back to the house with a smile.

"Go to death, damn uncle, stinky uncle!" Avril cursed in his heart at his back.

"I don't believe it, I will starve to death at your house tonight!"

After saying that, she decided to make something for herself, so she walked to the kitchen.

Yang Cheng's kitchen and dining room are connected together. As soon as she approached the restaurant, she looked at the kitchen. Wherever she stood, she couldn't tell what was used for. She felt that the things in the kitchen were as difficult as alien UFOs.

No wonder, a modern new NV child who is so weird that he is not very good at surfing the Internet in computers, can she ask her to enter the kitchen?

"Damn uncle, I know how to bully me!" She walked to the micro-bo furnace angrily, feeling that this was the simplest, but she was whispering Yang Cheng in her heart.

But just as she was about to turn on the microbo stove, she found a plate of insulated pasta inside.
Chapter completed!