Chapter 180 "Lecture"
Several people watched her write a song in one breath and also compose the music.
What kind of god-level operation is this? No wonder he was named a god.
Lan Yuhuan stood behind Murong Xue and watched her write the lyrics and compose the music. It was as if the door of memory opened in her heart and she couldn't help but hum along.
"Have I promised you too much, or have I not given you enough in the first place? You always have a thousand reasons, and I always follow your feelings..."
Murong Xue did not stop him and thought to herself, these are all potential stocks.
Several other people also heard the lyrics that Lan Yuhuan was singing softly, but they were tactful enough not to disturb her and just listened quietly.
"How can I bear to blame you for making a mistake? It's me who gave you too much freedom, which made you even more lonely and led you into an emotional whirlpool..."
Murong Xue ignored him and handed the score of "Over the Top" to Lan Yuhuan. Then she wrote another song "Red Ling". When she finished, she looked for her phone and found that it was not in her hand.
"Where's my phone?" Murong Xue looked at Long Zhan. Her words also interrupted them.
Several people looked at her eagerly, wondering if the lyrics and music were just so well-written.
How did she write so quickly? You have to know that it would take a person several months to write such lyrics, let alone compose music.
Everyone witnessed all this, and their admiration reached its peak.
"Finally you remembered?" Long Zhan said resentfully, and handed the bag that had never left his hand to Murong Xue.
Murong Xue then realized that her bag had been in Long Zhan's hand the whole time: "Thank you."
At this time, Lan Yuhuan wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and said: "I feel that this song was written for me."
Murong Xue took out her cell phone, found Yang Ping's email address on the computer, and sent the songs "Over the Top" and "Red Ling" to her.
"This is written for a boy, describing a boy who loves a girl for many years, but in the end the girl chooses to leave and falls into the arms of another man."
Lan Yuhuan took a deep breath and said, "Very similar."
Fu Yunqi was a little dissatisfied: "How are they similar?"
After Murong Xue passed the music score to Yang Ping, she looked up and saw the couple looking at each other with complicated eyes.
Murongxue suddenly remembered a passage written by Lin Huiyin and could not help but recite it aloud: "If you hold me in your arms, love me deeply, and protect me, I am willing to cover my eyes and not distinguish whether you are a human or a ghost. Whether you treat me sincerely or perfunctorily, my heart is as clear as a mirror. I only pretend to be stupid for my love. The spring breeze and I are just passers-by, and you embrace the stars with autumn water. I am lucky to meet you in three lives. Even if it is sad, it is love."
Fu Wushuang's eyes sparkled as she approached Murong Xue like a little fangirl: "Xiaoxue, you, when did you become so talented?"
Murong Xue tapped her nose and reached out to take what Huo Linyi had written: "Hey, take this back. Let's have a family meeting. If you agree, contact me. I will make you an overnight sensation, famous all over the world."
Huo Siyao: "And me."
"Okay, I'll be there to protect you and ensure you have a bright future."
Hua Jinlong laughed out loud at her boasting.
Fu Wushuang and Huo Siyao also said with eager eyes: "We are looking forward to it."
Hua Jinlong finished playing: "You seem to be good at everything you learn?"
Murong Xue said proudly: "Because I am good-looking and naturally beautiful."
Fu Yunqi: Does it have something to do with good looks?
Hua Jinlong: This reason is a bit perfunctory.
Long Zhan: Wife, let’s be low-key!
Zheng Shuang revealed: "She has a photographic memory, we can't envy her enough."
Huo Siyao said with a look of understanding: "No wonder you spend all day reading or on your way to read."
Fu Wushuang: "That's right, I've never seen her holding anything other than a book."
Lan Yuhuan listened to their conversation and asked in surprise, "You two know each other well?"
Huo Siyao: "It's okay, I can't really say, she has always been alone, with her head down all day long..."
Fu Wushuang nodded in agreement: "That's right, don't mention how hateful that woman is. We only heard later that she was Aunt Xue's daughter, not her biological sister at all."
Long Zhan asked Murong Xue curiously: "Were you so weak when you were a child?"
Murong Xue looked at Long Zhan, who was teasing her, with a very calm look: "If a dog bites you, do you want to bite it back?"
Long Zhan:? ? ?
Hua Jinlong and others: What does this mean? It sounds fine.
Huo Linyi suddenly remembered that she used poetry to curse the woman named Yang.
"I learn a lot every day, how can I care about them? What else do they know except how to catch a rich husband?
But I don’t need that. I am a wealthy person and can support myself without relying on my family. I don’t need to rely on a man at all.
Women should constantly improve themselves and be financially independent so that they don't have to worry about men.
Love is the most unreliable thing. Men can leave women covered in bruises, and women can exhaust themselves and become full of resentment.
In my opinion, it is better to improve ourselves and become stronger than to hurt each other. "
Long Zhan: It sounds like I’m a bit redundant.
Lan Yuhuan, Fu Wushuang and Huo Siyao fell into deep thought.
Huo Linyi disagreed. In his mind, a woman should be at home taking care of her husband and children. "How can we hurt each other?"
"Isn't it? Once a woman gets married, she gets angry earlier than a chicken, sleeps later than a dog, and works harder than a donkey.
She lived her life like a ragtag army, but in the end she became a harem-faced woman, with no love from her children and no affection from her husband...
If she doesn't have a baby, you say she's not at home and doesn't sincerely want to live with you; if she has a baby but it's not a boy, you say she's unlucky; if she has one baby, you say she's not lucky enough to have a second baby...
When her husband's business is not doing well, she says she is not good for him; when she spends some money, she says she doesn't know how to live...
If she doesn't do housework, they say she's lazy; if she goes out to work to earn money, they say she doesn't care about the family; if she stays at home to take care of the children, they say she can't do anything except spend money...
The more diligent she was, and the more tidy she kept the house, the more work she had to do, the more tired she was, the more worried she was, and the more angry she was...
When she can no longer work one day, what will she get in return? Why are you so lazy? You have become a bad person... It's all her fault...
It seems that this home belongs to her alone... You could say she is a nanny, she doesn't get paid, but she is just taking up the wife's position.
You say she is a wife, but she does work that is more tiring than a nanny, and everything is taken for granted for her."
Her words silenced the old men.