The confession was rejected, and the school belle's persona jumped up

"Yeah, I'm really hungry too, so let's go back quickly."

Although there are many island-style snacks around the exhibition, Lu Youshuang never eats these junk foods.

Xiao Caixue bought some on the way, and patted her stomach. Not long after, the car stopped in front of a hotel.

"Let's just stay in this hotel tonight. I don't plan to go back. I have already sent a message to my family just now."

"You don't come here often. As the host, I should take you to experience our small city, so let's have fun tonight and don't have to worry about it."

When Lu Youshuang heard what he said, surprise flashed in his eyes, he turned his head to look at him, and suddenly seemed to understand something, two blushes flew on his face, but he quickly lowered his head.

"Did he stay here on purpose for himself?"

Lu Youshuang thought about it secretly, but there was no way to ask this kind of question directly, so she could only make a rough guess.

But Xiao Caixue was full of excitement, clapping her chubby little hands.

"Great, I didn't feel tired at all today, and I'm not sleepy at all. I agree with your proposal with both hands!"

Xiao Caixue had already forgotten all the doubts in her heart just now, and was already immersed in this joyful atmosphere.

At this moment, in a mansion in another city.

Feng Anxia was sitting in front of the piano, with ten slender fingers pressing down on the strings one by one, playing beautiful notes one by one.

She was the only one left in the huge living room, and the beautiful sound of the piano echoed throughout the hall, causing several servants to stop and admire.

"Miss An Xia's piano music is really nice, and I haven't seen her in the past few months. Her playing skills seem to have improved a lot."

"That's for sure. Miss An Xia is so talented and works so hard, she will definitely achieve some success in music."

Facing everyone's admiration, Feng Anxia didn't listen to a word.

Now she was frowning, staring blankly at the expensive piano in front of her, but her fingers could no longer press it down.

Those beautiful melodies in the past are all so unbearable to listen to now.

No matter how you play, it seems that there is no way to match your own mind.

"So angry!"

"Forget it, let's play it here today."

Feng Anxia threw the score on the piano angrily, put down the piano cover, turned and went upstairs with an unhappy expression.

The servants below were also full of surprise, looking at Feng Anxia's back, and whispering behind them.

"Miss, what's the matter today? I usually enjoy playing the piano, but today I seem to be in a bad mood."

"She seems to have been preoccupied since she came back, and she doesn't know what happened."

"Let's wait for the master and madam to come back. Maybe we will know what's going on by then. Let's not bother her rashly and let her be alone."

Feng Anxia closed the bedroom door, sat in front of the table, took out a blank piece of paper very unconvinced, and held a pencil in his hand.

"Hmph, I don't believe it anymore, Jiang Yi, if you can write such a beautiful song, I will definitely be no worse than you!"

"I have been learning piano since I was a child, and I have already learned to arrange music when I was in junior high school. I don't believe that with my talent, I can't compare to you."

Suddenly, Feng Anxia's mouth puffed up again when he remembered Jiang Yi's song "Follow the Wind" at the school celebration party that day.

She was a little unconvinced.

Back then, she also performed a very famous piece at the party. She thought she would shine brightly at the party, but she didn't expect that Jiang Yi, who suddenly came out, would steal the limelight.

She was very upset at the time, but a series of things that happened later caught her by surprise, so she forgot about it.

It's just that since then, her attitude towards Jiang Yi has changed a lot, as if she regarded him as her potential enemy.

"Today I must write an original song of my own, and it should be better than yours."

Feng Anxia got angry and picked up a pencil to write and draw on the white paper.

More than ten minutes passed, and the entire sheet of paper had been densely drawn by her, but she still hadn't stopped.

"This melody is a bit too compact, and it doesn't express the emotion of the whole instrument very well. It should be slightly revised."

"It can be more soothing here, and the connection seems more natural..."

Feng Anxia secretly revised the paper and finally completed a piece of music.

She picked up the blank piece of paper, and finally showed a smile on her face, as if she had completed a particularly important thing.

"Neverggling... West..."

Then, according to the music score, she played the piece gently horizontally, and then frowned, her face became a little serious.

After a while, she scribbled on the paper for a while and continued humming.

After scribbling a few times like this, in the end the whole paper was so densely covered by her drawings that it was almost impossible to write.

"Oh, it's really annoying. It's still so ugly after changing it, and there is no rhythm at all."

After staring at the newly created piece of music for several minutes, Feng Anxia finally threw his pen on the table, his face full of frustration.

Although he was not convinced, he had to say that Jiang Yi was indeed very talented in this area.

The song The Past Follows the Wind he created has a poignant and beautiful melody, and it will leave a deep impression after listening to it once.

Feng Anxia was very impatient, and threw her body directly on the bed. At that time, she picked up the phone and opened the chat interface with Xiao Caixue.

"Xiaoxue, I'm really annoyed now. I've been composing songs all night tonight, but the final result is always not satisfactory to me. I'm almost doubting my ability."

"Do you think I can continue to compose songs? What should I do if I am too shocked?"

After sending the message, Feng Anxia kept staring at the screen, waiting for his good friend Xiaoxue to reply to the message.

In fact, the songs she composed are also very nice, comparable to those of ordinary professional singers.

It's just that the object he wants to compare is Jiang Yi, so it's easy to tell the difference.

After a few seconds, the phone rang, and Feng Anxia quickly picked it up to have a look.

Xiao Caixue sent a few messages.

"Xia Xia, what's wrong with you?"

"Don't give up so easily. After all, you have persisted for so long and are so good at this aspect. Why do you doubt yourself?"

"Do you know that I have always admired your talent in music since I was a child, and I am your loyal fan."

Feng Anxia and Xiao Caixue are very close. After getting the affirmation from their friends, the feeling of loss just now has calmed down a lot.