Slightly sweet when I first heard it

"In the past, I had a second childhood illness. I felt that the world is so bad. Human beings are hopeless. There are a lot of problems, and everyone will die together."

"But South America told me, don't worry about others, and do your own thing well first. He said that as long as 20% of people on the planet can be their best selves, then the world may not become better, but it must not. It will be worse."

"There's always a lot of truth to what he says."

Yan Jinghuai also agrees.Unexpectedly, this beauty was a philosopher when she was young.

The old days were not always pleasant, Wen Qingyin said angrily: "Speaking of 'Leipe', you don't even know how annoying it was back then."

"At that time, the only countries in the world that could implant cochlea were country M, Australia and country A."

"When 'Leiper' first came out, we talked to these manufacturers about cooperation. I thought at the time that it would be okay to earn less, and we should exchange the money for their experience."

"But this group of people is really too much. The conditions they put forward are not bullying. They didn't take us as human beings. Eating your flesh and drinking your blood is not counted, and you still need to thank Songde."

"At that time, I had already entered the 'Wen's' as an intern, and I had seen many methods in the business field, but they really surprised me."

Yan Jinghuai said: "But you are not the kind of person who will swallow your anger."

Wen Qingyin regained her complacency, pointing to the distant building:
"So I bought a material factory with my 'pocket money' and researched it myself."

"I'm not bragging. Most of the parts for hearing aids and cochlear implants on the market are produced by my material workshop."

"Although I seem to be narrow-minded when I say this, those companies are now fighting for the overseas agency rights of our cochlear implants."

"It really makes me happy just thinking about it."

Yan Jinghuai rubbed her head, "You are right, your time is not wasted."

Wen Qingyin laughed foolishly, "So we will definitely have a good future."

She pointed to the brightly lit office building: "Look, those lights are actually not lights. They are hopes."

This was the first time Yan Jinghuai saw Wen Qingyin's smile.

This smile does not belong to Wen Bada's granddaughter, nor does it belong to entrepreneur Xiao Wendong.

It is the voiceless sound of scientists.

She is Wen Qingyin's own.

The emotion just now came again.

This time they came more intensely and surgingly, almost engulfing him.

Yan Jinghuai's hands couldn't help shaking, he had to support Wen Qingyin to stand firm:
"Your Majesty, you may have to eat takeaway tonight."

That night, in the parking lot of 'Mn', Yan Jinghuai finished his second competition song.

After putting away the pen, he realized that Wen Qingyin had fallen asleep beside him.

He helped her cover her coat and got out of the car lightly.

The nights in early spring are still a little chilly.In the air, the smell of soil became more obvious.

Yan Jinghuai raised his head, the office building was still brightly lit.

He lowered his head again, Wen Qingyin was still asleep.

At that moment, he was suddenly not afraid of anything.

Although he has no evidence, he just knows that from now on, he will move forward bravely.

Be a good investor and feed those hopes.He chuckled under his breath.

Back in the car, he said to Wen Qingyin: "Your Majesty, we are going home."

On the third day, Yan Jinghuai showed Lao Zhou the song he had written.

After Lao Zhou finished reading it, he couldn't help swearing: "I just knew you're a genius!"

Yan Jinghuai hadn't been praised so fiercely by him for a long time, so he couldn't help being a little embarrassed.

Yan Jinghuai said: "For this competition, I plan to do folk music? What do you think?"

Lao Zhou read it again: "I can only play Ruan, and the two little bastards don't know what our ancestors did. We don't have enough manpower."

Yan Jinghuai had already thought about the manpower issue.He was just surprised by Lao Zhou's versatility: "Can you still play Ruan?"

Chen Xu and Zhou Hesong were also surprised.

Zhou Hesong raised his uncle's chubby chin, "I don't know how many surprises you have."

Old Zhou beat Zhou Hesong up, and said angrily, "Can't I just play by myself?"

He asked Yan Jinghuai, "Where do you want to find someone?"

college town.music Academy. Room 206, Building B.

Professor Jiang is getting old and can't keep up with his physical strength. Now he only takes doctoral students.Today is his only elective course open to undergraduates, and there are many students attending the class.

After class, he was surrounded by classmates. Some people consulted about professional issues, while others were worried about employment prospects.

This scene happens almost every year.

The assistant wanted to stop them and let the professor go back to rest early.Professor Jiang waved his hand, and answered seriously as before.

After the crowd dispersed, the professor took out the thermos, and another student came.

The professor put the cup back on the table.He asked, "What's your problem?"

The person who came was a boy, quite tall, wearing all black and a peaked cap.He didn't speak, just handed over a few staff papers respectfully to the professor.

The teaching assistant glanced at the above content, and said helplessly: "Student, the professor is really busy, you should lay the foundation first, wait a few years, and then show the professor your work, okay?"

The boy still didn't speak, just looked at Professor Jiang.

Professor Jiang's fingers trembled uncontrollably, and the A4 paper shook like a fan in his hands.He said:
"It's only been ten days since the theme of the second issue was set, and you've been slacking off. You've been writing this song for a few days."

Yan Jinghuai was very embarrassed to reveal the short story to the teacher: "I haven't been inspired a few days ago. I wrote this last night."

Professor Jiang took a deep breath, stared at him for a long time, and punched Old Zhou who had just walked beside him with his backhand.
"It's a waste of everything, it's a waste of everything. I told you earlier that I wanted you to finish your studies first, but you didn't listen and went to the entertainment industry. You really, really—"

Professor Jiang took off his glasses, pinched his brows, and tried to calm himself down:

"You are a genius, do you understand? If you waste your talent like this, you will be punished."

"If you had listened to me back then, you would be a world-renowned composer now."

The assistant was afraid that he would be too excited, so he helped him to sit down.

With the gesture of handing over the cup, the assistant carefully looked at the staves and was extremely shocked.

This person only spent one night, wrote the melody, completed the arrangement, not only the ensemble, but even the instrument solo.The assistant is also from the music department, and he can tell that this is a moving song.

He asked the professor, "This is—"

"If he is willing to study hard, he will be my closed disciple now."

"He studied classical music as an undergraduate, but he dropped out of school in the first semester of his sophomore year. He never studied folk music."

Professor Jiang shook his head, "You said you are not angry, he not only has what we dream of, but also has a lot more, and he doesn't care at all."

Lao Zhou covered his fleshy face, aggrieved: "He is angry and you slap him, why did you slap me?"

Professor Jiang looked even worse at him: "It's all you sensationalists who have delayed the good boy."

The professor finally drank some water and calmed down.He asked: "What do you want me to do? Your song is perfect. I can't help you."

Yan Jinghuai scratched his hair, "I don't know any musicians who play folk music, can you introduce some for me?"

Professor Jiang didn't refuse, and asked, "How many people do you need?"

Yan Jinghuai counted: "I have experience playing drums. I should be able to play big drums and war drums. NA can play Ruan. I also need guzheng, guqin, pipa, suona and flute."

Professor Jiang has already looked for someone on the phone.He muttered: "Guzheng, pipa, suona, flute."

Yan Jinghuai reminded, "There is also Guqin."

The professor said, "I'll play the guqin."

Seeing the surprised faces of the three, Professor Jiang was dissatisfied: "Why, I am not worthy to play the piano for you."

Before Yan Jinghuai could explain, the assistant became anxious, "No, professor, he is our competitor. If you lose the pick, what will our team do?"

Professor Jiang is very open-minded, "We will definitely not be able to beat him this time, just take them along and mess around."

The assistant pondered for a while and felt that the professor was right.He asked Yan Jinghuai:

"Student, I can play the erhu pretty well. Look, can you—"

Before Yan Jinghuai could speak, Professor Jiang refused him first, "No. You have to lead my team to win the runner-up."

Professor Jiang has a strong ability to execute, and after lunch, a team was formed.

Several musicians are disciples of the professor, and all have experience in international performances.

It stands to reason that when several people are together, one plus one is greater than two.But for some reason, everyone's own parts are done very well, but every time they play together, they can't get together.

After everyone tried several times, Professor Jiang got a little angry. He checked the video himself to find out the reason.

While he was watching the replay, a few disciples chattered.

Guzheng said: "Although it can't be me, but if, in case it is me, you have to protect me."

Pipa: "Same as above."

Dizi: "Same as above."

Suona: "Ditto."

Yan Jinghuai and Lao Zhou looked at each other in blank dismay.Lao Zhou coughed, "Then what, that old man seems to like you quite a bit. If it were me, you would have to protect me too."

He muttered: "I'm NA, how embarrassing it is to be treated like a grandson in front of a few juniors."

Yan Jinghuai just wanted to make a few jokes, but the black sheep had already been caught.

Surprisingly, this person was Yan Jinghuai.

Yan Jinghuai looked at the professor blankly: "I'm counting, and my drums are right."

Professor Jiang's students collectively took a breath, who is this handsome guy, dare to talk back to the professor, has he never been scolded and cried?

To everyone's surprise, Professor Jiang didn't get angry. He even told Yan Jinghuai in a pleasant manner: "There is still a difference between folk music drums and drum sets. Look here..."

A group of students were envious and spread rumors to their teachers:

Guzheng whispered, "I have a bold idea."

Pipa answered: "This handsome guy looks a bit like our handsome old man, oh."

Dizi: "Could it be—"

Suona: "An illegitimate child?"

The assistants glared at each of them, "Shut up, if you want to be scolded, you can apply directly."

The suona expert was bold, and said coquettishly: "Teacher, you have never talked to others so gently."