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On the second day, He Qing deliberately went out an hour early, took the subway in the opposite direction to Shek Music Company and detoured to a residential area in the non-commercial center of Seoul.

Before entering the subway, the sky was still hazy. Thirty minutes later, He Qing walked out of the subway station against the flow of office workers, and it was already daylight.Worrying about missing the appointed time, He Qing jogged with her schoolbag in her arms.

According to the address on the text message, He Qing found an old three-story building, walked through the randomly placed electric cars, and walked into the dark building.

Because it is a house on a half slope, the stairs on the first floor are extraordinarily long, with eleven or twelve steps.It was a bit tiring for He Qing, who was just recovering from a serious illness, to go up to three floors.Breathing unsteadily, he stopped in front of a red-painted iron door, rested for a while, and then began to knock on the door, "Ani raises it, Saiyo!"

"Ani's raising, Saiyou!" The two old men stood at the door, one behind the other, with gray hair and thousands of dimples on their foreheads.

According to the police who gave her the contact information, the two elderly people have lived a solid life for most of their lives, and this is the first time they have left the border town.Hearing this, He Qing immediately thought of her parents.During her hospitalization, although she was fine, her complexion remained unsightly, so the frequency of her parents' phone calls skyrocketed, perhaps because they were not around, and seven or eight calls a day were too few, for fear that she would hide her illness from them.

He Qing sighed deeply in her heart.Now that a white-haired person sends a black-haired person, I don't know whose wish it is!

Following Halabuni into the room, seeing the energetic children on the sofa, He Qing put the thermos tank in her backpack on the dining table and asked, "I bought a Duobao Fish Soup for the child, can he drink it?" ?"

"Yes, a child without a mother has to eat everything." Halabini said half distressed, half angrily, walked to the sofa and picked up the crawling child and told Halabji (grandpa) Get out the bowl.

After two mouthfuls of feeding, seeing He Qing staring at the baby who was eating with a spoon in her arms, Harabini smiled and said, "He Qingxi, do you want to try?"

"Inside!"

Under the guidance of Halabuni, cut half of the white and tender steamed buns into cubes the size of little fingers, and soak them in a small stainless steel bowl.The steamed buns were soaked soft, and the human cubs who worked hard to cook were also soft and cute. He Qing was so cute that her hand holding the spoon trembled unconsciously.

The kid couldn't eat, so his eyes rolled around and met He Qing's glowing eyes.He Qing and him looked at each other for three seconds, and did not do anything except say cute.

The little baby shook his hands anxiously, and said inarticulately, "Eat...eat!"

The performance like a greedy cat made the two old and one young laugh. While laughing, Halabuni picked up a handkerchief and wiped the food stains sprayed by the children.

"What's the baby's name?"

"Min An, take your mother's surname!"

"An'an, you want to grow up in peace, do you understand?" He Qing nodded An'an's little head and instructed.

After feeding, the two old men packed up some things again.It was nearly nine o'clock when Harabuji led He Qing out.

There is no subway leading to the cemetery, but fortunately it is not too far away, about 30 minutes on foot.Along the way, He Qing heard the old man tell many stories about An An's mother.

An An's mother, who is good-natured, good at studying, tall and beautiful, has been the pride of the family since she was a child.After going to college, she stopped asking her family for money in the second semester. When she finished her graduate studies, she would transfer 1000 yuan to the accounts of the two elderly people every month.

The year before last, he was admitted as a civil servant in Seoul and married to Seoul. Until An An's mother's accident, anyone in the township who saw the two elders would boast that they were good at teaching their children, and they were in the limelight for a while.

I thought that the two of them would be able to sleep peacefully, but who would have thought that An An's mother had chosen a husband out of thousands of choices, but in the end they made such a fuss.As a result, the two of them who were half buried in the ground had to get up again to take care of her funeral and take care of her son!

Everything in the world cannot escape a "I knew it earlier", Haraji wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes secretly, and said angrily: "If I knew that there would be such a day, I would rather not let her study and let her grow up in the fields honestly." If she is older, find her a fellow villager who knows everything about her and marry her."

He Qing bent down to brush off the non-existing dust on the tombstone, sighed softly at the bright beauty in the photo, and said, "We also met by chance, I don't know if I have the right to call you stupid. Think about that cute little picture of An An face, I don’t know how you are so determined to do such a decisive thing.”

She bent down and placed the bouquet in front of her tombstone, and said, "I don't know what flowers you like, so I will give you a bouquet of wild chrysanthemums. If there is an afterlife, I hope you can bloom as tenaciously as wild chrysanthemums!"

Back downstairs of the old man's house, He Qing didn't go up to bother because of the creation class. After watching the old man go upstairs, he hurried to Sheke Music Production Company.

From one three-story building to another, with the same number of floors and the same floor area, the decoration and temperament are completely different.The Shek Music Production Company, which is located among the high-rise buildings, is quiet amidst the hustle and bustle, and the creepers all over the wall gradually overlap with the teaching building in her memory.

He Qing, who has been away from school for many years, seems to have regained the feeling of running around on the way to school wearing a blue and white school uniform.

Half an hour later, He Qing was sitting in the conference room with an 8K test paper in front of her. Duntong's assistant, as the examiner, supervised her to seriously answer the test paper, which tested her basic music theory.

Fortunately, He Qing came across a good teacher when she participated in the audition. In the past few years, she has successively bought many books recommended by that teacher. Therefore, although her mastery of music theory does not have the human system of professional colleges, it is not a problem to get a score of 70. .

He Qing breathed a sigh of relief when she learned that Duntong asked her to go to the studio to report.After all, being able to study with the famous owner of Shek Music Production Company is no less than being admitted to the Shanghai Conservatory of Music.

Trembling through the 2-month survival battle, He Qing accidentally became too familiar with Teacher Duntong.

One night, Mrs. Duntong came to work temporarily, and there were not enough staff on duty. He asked He Qing to help, but found out that the students who were still recovering from their injuries had already left school.

On the second day, the teacher with dark circles under her eyes changed her usual style and became very forceful, insisting that He Qing didn't respect the teacher, and deliberately disrupted his work and rest.Even when He Qing was about to leave school, he blatantly played the rap he personally wrote using He Qing's beat assignment yesterday through the company's public address system, in order to diss her students.

Usually when the wind is loud, the raindrops will be light. Although He Qing blushed, she still had an expression of old god on her face.After saying goodbye to the teacher, he stared at the curious eyes of the company staff and strode out of the company.

Unexpectedly, the teacher loved that song very deeply. After sending Party A's father away, he personally perfected the song. He even completed the copyright registration and airborne the music player software while He Qing was asleep with her head covered.

The teacher sang the voices of cancer patients who stayed up late, so fans and friends replayed "Tired" every day, and the more they listened, the more refreshed they became, and the more they listened, the less sleepy they became.But He Qing was very mad, because Sheke's work bell was also replaced with "Tired", which rang in every corner of the company at nine o'clock every day.

It wasn't until mid-February that the teacher received an outsourced job from a film and television company. Thanks to the big boss, "Tired", which made He Qing tired, finally disappeared.

Although the homework is heavy on the days when no one is in class, at least the body and mind are comfortable!

Three days later, when I heard that Mr. Duntong was rejected by Party A’s father for the sixth time because he was “not happy enough” early in the morning, when he was accusing Sang and scolding Huai in his studio, He Qing picked up her schoolbag excitedly in order to see the honor. go out.

The way of heaven is reincarnation, who will the sky bypass!

Thinking about the distraught teacher in her heart, she went out and saw the heavy snow falling all over the sky since last night. She suddenly understood that this snow was the answer revealed to her in advance by nature, and that the world told her what youth is last night. .

Youth is full of change!

She went out an hour earlier than before, and there were not many pedestrians on the road. He Qing walked on the road with a sunny umbrella that she used all year round. Six-petal snowflakes fell on the gray-blue umbrella. Hide into the embrace of nature.

With the prolongation of the stay in the outside world, the cold air gradually broke through He Qing's winter clothes, slipping through every crack, making her shiver in a short while.

Seeing the teacher, the first thing He Qing said was to suggest that the teacher go to the ice and snow for a while, saying that he would immediately become calm.Not surprisingly, He Qing was kicked out of the studio by the teacher.

Sitting on the sofa in the lobby with homework and A4 papers, looking out the window at the overwhelming white snow, I said with emotion: "This is not a season that can make people angry,"

The earphones started to play the homework that was half completed yesterday, and the gentle melody was sung in the ears repeatedly. The scene of going out in the morning appeared in front of my eyes, and a wave of poetry rushed in. .Green ants bake wine in a red clay stove, and a book and a cup are enough."

With the theme, He Qing's inspiration came quickly. After a while, the A4 paper was full of writing, including the first Chinese and Korean, and English was not left behind.

The third cordial meeting between Duntong and Party A's father was over, and he wandered into the lobby to find the student who had been kicked out by him. Seeing a pile of manuscripts piled up in front of her, he asked curiously, "What did you write?"

"I wrote about going out in the morning and waiting for you!"

In fact, the whole page is full of words, in terms of artistic conception, Chinese is the best, but Duntong doesn't understand Chinese characters, so he skipped the poems, opened a modern poem written in Korean, and recited it silently in his heart.

In an instant, inspiration crashed into Duntong's arms, and he pulled He Qing back to the studio excitedly, turned on the computer, and said, "These sentences are good, the teacher wants to use yours in this part, you can just sing and watch!" "

It was still an unfamiliar melody, He Qing felt that she must not be able to sing well, but the teacher was in a state of beating chicken blood, and He Qing's words couldn't get into his mind at all.

Following the music, he sang awkwardly two or three times, He Qing's face began to flush, but in the corner of her eyes, the teacher's smile grew bigger and bigger.

When he couldn't figure it out, Duntong finally said, "Not bad! Not bad! The teacher sent you the melody, and you will write the lyrics this time."

Holding the USB flash drive and documents, he was stuffed into a small quiet room in a daze. He Qing blinked in disbelief, thinking: This is a big-budget TV ost, and I can also participate in the production?

Duntong didn't know how He Qing doubted life in the small room. He only knew that he had found the best solution for that difficult Party A's father. He lay on the sofa in a good mood and leisurely ordered takeaway.

After a while, He Qing finally digested the identity of the lyricist.The looping melody gradually filled the room. Before writing lyrics, He Qing read the script materials over and over again.

She didn't have time to eat lunch, so she changed the lyrics again and again, and the imagery changed again and again, until the school bell rang and the draft was not finalized.When I came back to my senses, it was already one o'clock in the morning, the phone couldn't stand the power loss, it automatically shut down, and my head began to throb.

Not daring to be presumptuous, He Qing washed her face, lay down on the table and began to rest.I don't know if it's because of the lyrics, but He Qing's dream is full of music equipment.I woke up frequently from my dream all night, changed the lyrics when I woke up, and went back to sleep when I was sleepy.

After going back and forth several times, I finally came up with a version of the lyrics that I was satisfied with before dawn.It happened that the teacher checked the post, and He Qing handed over the draft. The teacher took it with a smile, and looked at the students who had obviously stayed up all night with relief, and praised: "The efficiency is good!"

Duntong pondered for a while and made a few small suggestions. He Qing suddenly realized, and ran back to the small room non-stop to revise again. This time, the extremely smooth lyrics accompanied by notes jumped onto the paper.

He Qing took the final draft and ran to find the teacher. When she was almost at the door of the studio, she suddenly became dizzy, staggered, and had to lean against the wall to support her body.

Hearing the movement, Duntong opened the door, startled by the pale-faced student, hurriedly helped him into the studio, piled bread and soy milk in front of her, and urged her to go to rest after watching her finish eating.

When He Qing came back full of energy, Duntong had finished finishing the lyrics and music.He originally wanted He Qing to record a vocal guide, but He Qing suddenly started to retch in the middle of the walk, and Duntong was so frightened that he rushed her to the hospital.

The author has something to say:

Regarding the amount of money, unless it is marked with Korean won, most of the time it is RMB.

(The conversion is too difficult, I have no idea about the Korean Won until now!)

面对人类幼崽，连说话都不舍得加重！他们真的太小只了！感谢在2021-09-2723:35:29~2021-09-2922:32:51期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of Ruolan Lanxue;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!