Loyal Dog God Cultivation Program

Yan Che took his own things, wondering if he should say hello to Wen Ge before leaving?

Just as he was debating whether to wake Wen Ge up, Wen Ge came down by himself. He was taken aback when he saw him holding something, and then hesitated to ask, "Aren't you going to stay for lunch?"

Yan Che thought for a while and guessed that he would be the only one returning to the dormitory at this moment, so he nodded: "Okay."

After speaking, I laughed again: "Pfft."

"You keep me for dinner, I'll do it." He put down his things, and glanced at Wen Ge slowly, "It's really a very sincere invitation."

Wen Ge blushed a little in embarrassment.

tonight!I will learn to cook!

Can it be okay?

Yan Che reckoned that after eating noodles and dumplings for a few days, Wen Ge would definitely not want to eat them anymore, so he cooked rice and prepared two simple stir-fried dishes.

While chopping vegetables, his cell phone rang, he dried his hands frantically and answered the call, it was from Lu Yang.

"Hey."

"Yan Che, are you back yet?"

Yan Che walked out of the kitchen with his mobile phone, Wen Ge was sitting in front of the piano staring at a score, not sure if he wanted to play or was in a daze.

"Come back today." Yan Che was a little surprised. Didn't Lu Yang have a hot fight with his little girlfriend recently, and he still has time to pay attention to when he will return? "What's wrong?"

"Have you seen Xu Chen?"

Xu Chen?So it's not your hair, you come to ask me?

"I don't know, I called him before the holiday and he said that he would go back to pack his things in a few days." Yan Che recalled that at that time Xu Chen seemed to say that he was not in the city.

"Oh, that's it." Lu Yang's voice seemed a little disappointed, he thought for a while and then explained to Yan Che, "He doesn't seem to show up except when he goes home for New Year's Eve. At that time, I said I wanted to go out for two days, but I didn’t say where I was going, so I just carried a bag and left, and I never came back, and I couldn’t get through the phone.”

Yan Che frowned, Xu Chen suddenly couldn't think about it, he could probably guess the reason why he suddenly ran out alone, but he was a bystander, and he didn't know what to say to Lu Yang, the authority.I had no choice but to comfort Lu Yang: "He's such an adult, and he's usually pretty reliable. Let Auntie not worry too much. School will start soon. He will definitely be back before school starts."

When he hung up the phone, Wen Ge seemed to have finally figured it out. He took a pencil and drew a few times on the music score, then put it on the music stand, and put his fingers on the keys.

Yan Che went back to continue cooking. He cooked twice-cooked pork and bean sprouts, and cooked a small pot of seaweed and egg soup.

When he came out carrying the food, he heard that Wenge was still playing that piece of music, and kept repeating the same section, as if he was revising the piece. He tried several notes, but each time he played halfway and then stopped abruptly. Yan Che felt that he was The obsessive-compulsive disorder is about to commit.

Hearing him coming out of the kitchen, Wen Ge finally came to an end, stood up and walked over to help set the dishes: "Did you eat?"

"Yeah." Yan Che handed him the bowl of rice, "Changing the tune?"

"Yes." Wen Ge sat down and nodded, "One of the songs of "A Gentleman's Song" has been handed in the arrangement, and suddenly I was asked to change the main theme, what a fool."

"I sang?" Yan Che asked.

"It was you who sang it, and I won't change it," Wen Ge was speechless, "The singer who said the pitch is too high can't sing it."

Yan Che kept quiet and didn't speak. Just now he secretly tried to follow, and it was difficult for him to go up...

Wen Ge ate, although they were all home-cooked dishes, but Yan Che's cooking skills were really good, Wen Ge felt that if this went on like this, he would lose weight.

After dinner, Wen Ge consciously cleaned up and planned to wash the dishes. Yan Che originally planned to take his things back to the dormitory, but suddenly heard Wen Ge's voice from the kitchen: "Everyone is here, why don't you put this week's song Recorded?"

Yan Che thinks so, it's Friday, and he made an agreement with the hotel owner to go to work on the weekend.

He put down the bag for the second time, walked to the kitchen door and looked at Wen Ge's back.

"But I haven't prepared recently, what song to record?"

Yan Che thought about it for a while...Recently...I fell in love with a folk song at Station B recently, and it has been on repeat for several days.

But this song...

"Flower Naji." Thinking about it, he was afraid that hearing the song would really force him to sing the original tune, "but there are a few passages that I can't sing."

This song.

Wen Ge cleaned up all the bowls and put them in the draining basket beside him, turned off the tap, wiped the sides clean, and then washed his hands and left the kitchen.

"Then "Flower Najib"." Wen Ge took a napkin and wiped his hands clean. "First, show me which passages you can't sing."

Yan Che went up to the second floor with ease, and Wen Ge followed behind him, watching him turn on the machine.

"I use your computer more than my own." After waiting for a few seconds to turn on, Yan Che turned back to chat.

As soon as he came in, he found that there was an extra boss chair next to the big computer desk, which was the same as the original one, black, and placed side by side.

"Bought a new chair?" Yan Che took advantage of the situation and sat down, circling on the chair.

"Yeah." Wen Ge also sat down, watching Yan Che kicking the stool around, "It's always troublesome to go to the next room to move the stool."

In fact, the truth is that every time I move that big pile of clothes to the bed, it is very troublesome to move the chair back and stack the clothes back when I go to bed at night.

(Can't you put it back in the closet...)

"I liked this kind of chair very much when I was a child." Yan Che was still spinning on the stool, "Every time I go to the barber shop, I have a headache before I come down, and my dad beat me up."

"Aren't you dizzy now?" Wen Ge watched the person in front of him turn around and face him once, feeling that his eyes were a little dazzled.

The music sound of the computer reminded that it was turned on, but Yan Che was still spinning. He just turned a few times like this out of inertia, and still answered Wen Ge's words: "This is skillful, and you won't get dizzy at all if you are proficient."

"Really?" Wen Ge expressed doubts.

"Okay, stop it, little spinning top." Wen Ge stood up and supported the back of the chair, and the chair stopped, just facing the screen.

Wen Ge found the lyrics of "Flower Najib": "Which part can't I go to?"

Yan Che turned to look at him.

"What's wrong?" Wen Ge looked at him, his small face was a little sallow, "I want you to read the lyrics."

Yan Che looked up at Wen Ge behind him.

"A little dizzy……"

Yan Che was a little embarrassed when he came out of the toilet.

As a small spinning top who was talking nonsense just now, he vomited after spinning, and he himself felt like he was being slapped in the face.

And Wen Ge's expression looks like he's holding back a laugh, okay?

Wen Ge held back a smile and handed the water glass to him: "Is the little top all right, can you still record today?"

"...I'd better go back first." Yan Che was a little depressed, and walked downstairs with a water glass.

Wen Ge stretched out his hand to stop him: "Let's divide the words first, I will record it next time, and I will post "No Words Fleeing Years" tomorrow."

In fact, the part that Yan Che couldn't sing was just a few lines. The original singer was a virtual idol, so he completely ignored the problem of pitch. Most of the lines in the cover were sung by female voices, which were indeed quite high.

Wen Ge obviously heard this song before, and nodded after reading the few lines he pointed out, and then asked him: "Can you sing this song in a lower key?"

"Okay." Yan Che said that although he couldn't raise the treble, he could still lower the bass.

"That's fine, I can't go up this tune, just down one." Wen Ge patted Yan Che's head.

Yan Che looked back at him, Wen Ge would stand behind every time he sat in front of the computer, so he was much shorter than him, and patting his head almost became a habit.

The head can be bleeding or the hairstyle can't... Wen Ge didn't seem to feel that there was anything wrong at all. He clicked to print the lyrics and went to the side to turn on the printer.

Forget it, let it be messy, a little hairstyle for a manly man will not affect his temperament at all.

The author has something to say:

Originally, the setting of this article was under the new year, and the sunny and healthy Qi Gong x tall and cold beauties were subject to it.

Later... Later, as I was writing, I felt that I was too aggressive!no!Be strong!At most, let Yan Che be on top for the first time!

Then...then Yan Che became more and more serious, and I secretly erased the label of Nianxia ╮(￣▽￣")╭

And then... I will keep the label Qiangqiang!Yan Xiaoche is also very aggressive, don't misunderstand him!

It's just that the time has not yet come!