Despite the new surroundings, Xie Jing didn't feel the slightest bit out of place. Perhaps it was the subtle, soothing scent of sea salt on her quilt and pillow, or perhaps it was the sleep-inducing aromatherapy in the room, but Xie Jing woke feeling completely refreshed.
Even the nightmares that always appeared had not appeared yet. When Xie Jing opened the bedroom door and saw Dali and Diandian in the living room, she felt more at ease.
"Calculating the time, Zhou Jiyun should be off the plane by now, right?" Xie Jing couldn't help but think of Zhou Jiyun while making breakfast. She was simply concerned about her husband, and Xie Jing didn't think there was much romantic interest involved.
Just as I was thinking about it, Zhou Jiyun called me: "I just got off the plane and am rushing to the hotel. It's evening here."
As he spoke, he held up his phone to show the scene on his side.
Xie Jing also showed him her breakfast: "Then you should adjust to the time difference first. I hope you land safely. I have two classes this morning and will go to school after breakfast."
"I have to leave early."
Zhou Jiyun smiled, his face showing no sign of fatigue from the long flight. "Well, drive carefully and be safe. Are you used to living in the master bedroom?"
Xie Jing glared at him and said, "It's great. I have the whole big bed to myself. It couldn't be better."
Zhou Jiyun chuckled twice: "Okay, I'll go to the hotel first and contact you later."
After hanging up Zhou Jiyun's call, Xie Jing muttered to herself, "Why does it feel like he's checking up on me? He even has to confirm if I'm in the master bedroom?"
"Don't overthink it. Brainwashing yourself is not a good idea!"
Thinking of this, Xie Jing put down her phone with a snap. Diandian and Dali in the living room stared at her. Xie Jing quickly smiled: "It's not directed at you two. You two behaved at home this morning. I came back at noon."
She is a graduate student in composition, a three-year program, and Xie Jing has just completed her first year. First-year graduate students do have class requirements, but they aren't many, averaging only one or two classes a day.
As for her spare time, sometimes the instructor will assign her some tasks, but it's up to the students to choose. Xie Jing usually arranges her own time, spending most of her time in the practice room or recording studio.
Now that she has a ready-made piano room at home, Xie Jing anticipates rushing home as soon as her lessons are over. After all, songwriting requires a quiet environment, and her family provides just that.
Xie Jing had two classes this morning and expected to finish at ten o'clock. Thinking of yesterday's shopping, Xie Jing found Li Ma's phone number and asked, "Li Ma, are you free to talk now?"
Mother Li looked at Xie Xuerong and his family of four eating in the restaurant and whispered, "It's not very convenient. I'll call you back later."
Xie Jing understood: "Okay, I have classes after 8 o'clock, just call me back then."
"Okay." Aunt Li replied softly, "I definitely won't miss your class."
As for Xie Jing, after finishing her call with Li Ma, she quickly finished her breakfast, went to the living room to give some instructions to Dali and Diandian, and then went to school.
This month, Xie Jing took nearly a week off to prepare for her wedding. She didn't know where the teacher's professional courses were. Thinking of this, Xie Jing felt a little dazed. She had just gone from being single to being married. Thinking of school, she suddenly felt like she was in another world.
Driving Zhou Jiyun's Maybach, Xie Jing had a smooth journey. This was mainly because the surrounding cars generally gave way to the car, and few actively moved in front of it.
Xie Jing was lucky enough to avoid the morning rush hour because she left home early. As she parked her car in the school parking lot and stepped out, she ran into her instructor, a short, plump old man named Professor Niu.
"Professor Niu, good morning." Xie Jing greeted him hurriedly and handed him a box of wedding cakes: "Wedding cakes, let's share in the good luck."
Professor Niu looked at Xie Jing, then at the Maybach behind her, his face wrinkled. "Then I won't be polite. You missed a lot in your major this time, so you'll have to make up for it later. I won't let you down on the exam."
"I understand," Xie Jing said with a smile, "I will definitely not delay my studies. I just wrote a new song a while ago. Professor, if you are free later, could you take a look at it for me? I always feel that some of the parts are not coordinated enough."
Professor Niu's mood immediately improved: "Okay, email it to me later. You have a talent for composing."
Xie Jing: "You have to love what you do."
Since Xie Xuerong insisted on her studying art and not letting her compete with Xie Wuyang, Xie Jing wanted to make some achievements in art. These days, it's not easy to achieve success in a field you like, but it's obviously even more difficult to achieve success in a field you don't like.
Besides, she really didn't like it that much before, but after studying for so many years, Xie Jing gradually developed feelings for it. It would be too high a sunk cost for her to give up now and start a whole new path.
"By the way, I recently received an invitation to write the ending theme song for a TV series. I've almost finished the melody. But I'm not good at writing lyrics. Can you help me with it later?"
Xie Jing didn't dare to admit such words: "Professor, you are too flattering to me. I am just a student. How can I have such great ability?"
"Pretend! I'm not some bookworm who's oblivious to the world outside." The old man said arrogantly, "Lin Jing is so famous online, and her lyrics are so exquisite, and you're telling me you're not good at it? What's the market price for you to write lyrics?"
Xie Jing looked around: "You...how did you know? I never told you."
"Huh, I recognized your voice the moment I heard it." Professor Niu put his hands behind his back, his face full of pride after learning a little secret: "Let those people in the music performance department be so proud. Who can be as talented as my students?"
"I can write lyrics, compose music, and sing. I provide a one-stop service."
"Professor, you have to keep my secret." Xie Jing hurriedly caught up with the old man. She didn't want the online vest to be brought into reality.
"I'll keep it a secret for you, I'll definitely keep it a secret for you," Professor Niu said cheerfully, "So what about my lyrics?"
"I'll help you fill it in," Xie Jing said with a smile, "To be fair, you have to help me with my song as well."
Professor Niu laughed heartily. "Okay, I'll give you whatever the production company gives me. We can't let others take advantage of it for free. We put a lot of effort into making this."
Xie Jing took a few steps, but couldn't help herself: "I hid my online name very well. How did you know it? I haven't even shown my face."
Professor Niu: "I just heard it by chance a few days ago. The more I listened to the voice, the more familiar it seemed. Then I remembered that your name also has the character 'Jing' in it. I didn't expect you to admit it after such a trick."
Xie Jing shook her head and sighed: "I really need to practice more."
她干不过周霁昀也就算了，结果没想到连导师都瞒不住，谁说搞艺术的人没有心眼儿的？心眼儿不要太多哦。
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