Loyal Dog God Cultivation Program

Liu Pengyu and Cai Jiang came back after seven o'clock in the morning. As soon as they entered the door, there was a crackling sound, and then fell asleep on the bed.

Yan Che had woken up since they entered the door, but he still maintained his sleeping position with his eyes closed.

Don't want to wake up, don't think, don't want to choose.

Until eight o'clock, the alarm clock set on his mobile phone rang, Cai Jiang threw a pillow from the upper bunk and said, "Turn off the alarm clock."

Yan Che had to open his eyes and turn off the alarm clock.

How to do?

According to his habit in the past few weeks, he should get up at this time, pack up, and then go to Wen Ge's house, buying some breakfast on the way.

How to do?

To go or not to go?

What Wen Ge said last weekend seems to be still ringing in my ears: "If you don't like it, don't use it."

So do you like it or not?

He couldn't tell, but he probably liked it.

Otherwise, I wouldn't look forward to the weekend so much every week, and wouldn't feel Wen Ge's messy room is very warm.

Wen Ge was woken up early in the morning by Wen Yang's phone call. He glanced at the clock beside the bed, it was 7:34, it was a great torture for someone who didn't go to bed until 4 o'clock.

"Hello." The phone kept ringing persistently, showing the extraordinary patience of the caller on the other end.Wen Ge reluctantly grabbed the phone and picked it up.

"I'll come over this afternoon, let's have a meal together." Wen Yang's voice was very refreshing.

"I'm today..." Wen Ge finally felt like waking up from his drowsiness, he thought for a while, "...maybe something happened."

"Maybe?" Wen Yang was puzzled.

"Maybe, maybe not." Wen Ge sat up from the bed, slowly getting dressed.

"What about tomorrow?" Wen Yang asked again.

"Monday." Wen Ge replied, Wen Yang's character of not giving up on not achieving his goal, if he is not given an exact time, he can ask it day by day until next month.

After hanging up the phone, Wen Ge was a little dazed, and all sleepiness was gone after being disturbed by Wen Yang's phone call, but why did he wake up so early?Yan Che probably...wouldn't come either.

After thinking about it, he finally changed into a tracksuit and went out for a run.

Wen Ge ran around the small garden, and ran along the street for two blocks before turning back. On the way home, he obviously felt hungry, so he bought two baskets of steamed stuffed buns.

He didn't take two steps with the buns in his hands before he realized that he had bought too much. He could eat two or three of them for his normal breakfast. There are 8 buns in two baskets... let's eat at noon.

Yan Che is really spoiled by the good food and drink during this time. He used to forget to eat all day and he would not feel hungry.

As soon as I turned the corner from the 4th floor to Wenge, I saw a person standing at the door of my house.

"Are you back?" Hearing him going upstairs, Yan Che raised his head and looked at him with a smile, showing a row of white teeth.

"En." Wen Ge stepped forward and opened the door with a key.

"You bought breakfast too, what should I do? I can't finish it. I bought soybean milk and fried dough sticks..." Yan Che took the bag in his hand, "Why don't you eat steamed stuffed buns for lunch, and cook a porridge with preserved eggs and lean meat..."

As soon as Yan Che entered the door, he spontaneously went to the kitchen to get plates and bowls to fill up the soybean milk and fried dough sticks. Wen Ge sat at the table and murmured: "You talk more than usual..."

Yan Che subconsciously stopped, and heard Wen Ge say again: "I thought..."

"Think I won't come?" Yan Che interjected, "No, I'm such a moral person, I feel uneasy if I don't do things with money."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly fell silent, Wen Ge didn't speak, and the atmosphere instantly became awkward...

Yan Che was afraid of the embarrassment of the atmosphere, so he kept looking for something to say. As soon as he blurted out this sentence, he knew it was bad, and he didn't go through his brain when he said it.

"I mean..." He wanted to explain a few more words, "I went back and thought about it..."

"Yeah." Wen Ge took a sip of soy milk, "I know."

For Yan Che to come here, he must have thought about it.

Wen Ge breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a little fortunate.

Fortunately, he still decided to continue, otherwise where would he find another Yan Che?

After breakfast, Yan Che took the initiative to clean up the dishes and chopsticks. Wen Ge went to take a shower. When he came out, Yan Che was sitting in front of the sofa and looking at his mobile phone: "Which song would you like to record this week? How about "Flowers Man Lou", this song is really good, I will sing it in the morning after two months..."

"Record "Flowers Man Lou" next week," Wen Ge wiped his hair with a big towel, "I won't record this week, just watch my arrangement and find out how it feels."

"Ah, okay." Yan Che originally wanted to order a song to cover up the embarrassment of the cold war between the two for a week, but Wen Ge came prepared.

After wiping her hair, Wen Ge threw the big towel on the sofa: "Go upstairs."

"Can't you just clean it up?" Yan Che picked up a big towel and hung it in the bathroom.It turned out to be the theme of One Piece.

"Isn't it you?" Wen Ge turned around and smiled.

Ever since Yan Che came to report to Wen Ge's house on a weekly basis, Wen Ge's house has become much tidier.

The main thing is that Yan Che can't get used to it. He puts clothes and towels on the sofa and puts them back in the cabinet. He also puts books and CDs back in the cabinet. It doesn't take a few minutes, but it saves Wen Ge the hourly work every other day. Money, now ask for cleaning once a week.

For two consecutive weeks, except for the weekly fixed B station draft, Wen Ge never took over Yan Che's debts, but watched him arrange the music after each recording.

When Wen Ge arranges the music, I will talk to him by the way: "Look here, this part, I want to make it feel more ethereal, so I added..."

"Look at the few lines in the lyrics. It needs a melodious feeling here. Adding this instrument will make it a bit messy, so try removing it first..."

It's the same song every time, and Yan Che also found that every time he heard the song, he continued to do it the last time, and he basically didn't move during his absence.

In the third week, when Yan Che finished his final exam, the arrangement of this song was finally completed. Wen Ge exported the arrangement and sent it to Yan Che's phone.

"After listening to the song for three weeks, I should be able to sing it roughly. Let's record a demo with the accompaniment first."

Yan Che checked the lyrics a few times with the accompaniment, tried recording it once, and it turned out to be surprisingly good.

Wen Ge looked at him with a teachable expression: "You should go home after the exam, go back and listen first, and record this song when school starts."

Yan Che pondered for a while, then shook his head: "I'm not going back yet, I have time for the rest of the day, shall I come to record next week?"

"Okay." Wen Ge nodded in surprise, "Aren't you going back after the exam? Didn't you say you didn't go back during the summer vacation? Your parents are not in a hurry to see you?"

Yan Che lowered his head slightly, unable to see the expression on his face: "My parents... both passed away."

"Yeah." Yan Che obviously didn't want to talk more, Wen Ge didn't ask any more questions, but just raised his hand and patted Yan Che's head.