He waved to Manxing, took it and put it on his face.
She spent the whole afternoon rewriting.
This situation made Jiang He a little confused.
"Aren't you almost ready? Why are you still writing?"
He was playing games beside her to keep her company, and he couldn't help but feel puzzled when he saw that she was so busy that she had no time to rest.
Xiang Manxing finally came back to his senses from his concentration.
"I have a new inspiration and plan to change the song."
The lyrics of this song are more exciting than the one I prepared before.
Just like her current mood, she urgently needs to vent.
The two people behind were not communicating, and the only sound in the living room was the rustling of writing.
In the blink of an eye, it was already past 7 o'clock in the evening.
She finished writing the lyrics in one night.
"It's done."
She looked at the song sheet in front of her, smiled, closed her pen and stretched.
Jiang He, who was standing by, hadn't said anything since he asked the question, and later fell asleep on the sofa.
Now I heard Xiang Man's voice and got up from the sofa.
"show me."
Xiang Manxing looked at Jiang He, whose hair was messy from sleeping, with a smile in her eyes.
"You'll be surprised."
At this moment, her face finally regained its former confidence and uninhibited look.
Jiang He looked at Xiang Manxing happily and took it curiously.
After looking at it carefully, I couldn't help but give it a thumbs up.
"This lyric is quite good! It's plain yet thoughtful, and the writing is appealing to both the elite and the masses. It's quite impressive."
Xiang Manxing looked at Jiang He who was praising her so much and smiled modestly.
"Jiang He, you're exaggerating. I haven't thought of a song yet. I feel like I'm out of inspiration today."
She said while drinking the juice on the table.
"If you don't mind, how about I give you a song tomorrow? You look for inspiration?"
Jiang He said this and lowered his head to look at the beginning of the word again.
"I really like the first line, 'I sit outside the lights of thousands of houses, my gaze lingering, unwilling to leave'."
Xiang Manxing agreed quickly without considering whether Jiang He could write the music.
"Sure, I look forward to your masterpiece. If it is adopted, I will give you a big red envelope."
"If you say so, then I'll take it seriously."
Jiang He smiled when he heard this.
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