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Chapter 191 Master of composition, writing "Catching Loaches" on the spot

When Han Weimin returned home, all the residents in the courtyard had gone to bed.

There is a lack of entertainment in this era, and the weather is also very cold. Nothing is as comfortable as lying in bed.

Therefore, residents generally develop the habit of going to bed early.

However, the door was not locked. Han Weimin opened it with a gentle push, and he pushed his bicycle straight to the backyard.

The lights were still on in his house, and it was obvious that Qin Huairu was still waiting for Han Weimin to come back.

The sound of the radio can be faintly heard in the room.

Han Weimin couldn't help but smile.

Qin Jingru couldn't live without the radio, so if the radio was on, it must mean that Qin Jingru hadn't slept either.

After parking his bicycle, Han Weimin opened the door and walked into his house, smelling of wind and snow.

There is a stove in the room so it is quite warm.

When Qin Huairu saw Han Weimin coming back, she quickly put down the sweater she was knitting.

"Brother Weimin, you are back."

"It's quite busy today."

"The rice is in the pot, I'll bring it out to you."

With that said, Qin Huairu got up and went to the kitchen to bring out a bowl of soup noodles from the pot.

Han Weimin took off his coat, washed his hands, and sat at the dining table, waiting for Qin Huairu to bring the meal.

Qin Jingru ran out of the bedroom when she heard the noise.

She rushed into Han Weimin's arms and said with a smile: "Brother-in-law, why did you come back so late?"

"Sister, I've been waiting for you so much."

Han Weimin said: "Your brother-in-law is the manager today, so he is busier than usual."

Qin Jingru's eyes widened and she said in surprise: "Brother-in-law, have you become the manager?"

"I heard that managers are very arrogant."

"The uncle of a classmate in our class has become the deputy manager. He shows off in school every day."

"Brother-in-law, are you the chief or the deputy?"

Han Weimin smiled and said: "That must be correct."

"Who is the deputy?"

Qin Jingru kept giggling happily.

"Now I can show off in school."

"Let's see if that Zhan Min is still magical."

Han Weimin touched her head and talked about the truth in an old-fashioned way.

"Don't show off in school, you know."

"When you have time, read more about the Disciples' Rules. What they say above are all principles of how to behave in a serious manner."

"Those who act high will have a high reputation. What people value is not appearance."

"Those with great talent are expected to be arrogant. People are convinced by words other than greatness."

Qin Jingru pouted and said, "Brother-in-law, these things are feudal dross. I don't want to read them."

Han Weimin shook his head helplessly.

"Weimin, let's eat."

"Would you like some chili?"

Qin Huairu put the hot rice on the table and expressed concern to Han Weimin.

Han Weimin said: "Oh, no more chili pepper."

"Bring me some cloves of garlic."

Qin Huairu nodded: "Okay."

While Han Weimin was eating, Qin Jingru put her arms on the table and said with a straight face: "Brother-in-law, our school is going to hold a singing competition."

"I told everyone to go home and practice."

"I haven't heard any songs in the countryside."

"I've been listening to them on the radio these days. The songs they sing are so difficult to sing."

Qin Jingru often told Han Weimin some of the things she encountered in school.

When Han Weimin heard this, his heart suddenly moved.

I signed up for a top-notch composition skill in the big leader's house.

If you don't use this skill, it would be a waste.

However, he is a time traveler, and he already knows many classic songs from his previous life in his mind.

With his current composition ability, he can compose the entire song completely if he can only hum a few lines of a song. While Han Weimin was eating, his mind was constantly replaying some classic songs from his previous life.

Especially suitable for children to sing.

After a while, all kinds of familiar songs came one after another.

After Han Weimin finished his meal, Qin Huairu diligently took away the bowls and chopsticks, and even put the garlic peel into the bowl and took it away.

Han Weimin wiped his mouth, then looked at Qin Jingru and said, "Jingru, you said the teacher asked you to prepare songs for the singing competition?"

Qin Jingru blinked her big eyes and nodded solemnly.

Han Weimin smiled and said, "That's it. My brother-in-law teaches you a song, and I guarantee that no one has heard it before, and it's easy to learn, sing, and listen to."

When Qin Jingru heard this, her eyes lit up.

"Brother-in-law, what song is it?"

Han Weimin smiled and started humming.

"The pond is full and the rain has stopped."

"In the thin mud beside the field, there are loaches everywhere."

"I wait for you every day, waiting for you to catch loaches."

A cheerful and beautiful song "Catching Loaches" was sung softly by Han Weimin.

After just singing a few words, Qin Jingru was completely attracted.

Qin Huairu was also fascinated by the beautiful melody.

When Han Weimin finished humming, Qin Jingru's cheeks turned red with excitement.

"Wow, brother-in-law, this song is so nice."

"If I sing this song, I will definitely win."

Qin Huairu finished washing the dishes, touched the water stains on the back of her hands, and walked out with a smile.

Qin Huairu smiled and said, "Brother Weimin, where did you hear this song?"

"Why have I never heard of it?"

"But it sounds good."

"When I listen to the song, I can imagine a cute little girl with braided braids, coquettishly trying to catch loaches."

Han Weimin smiled and said, "It seems like no one knows this song yet, right?"

"Can't it be my original work?"

"Where did I have to hear it?"

When Han Weimin said this, Qin Huairu's eyes widened.

"Your original one?"

"No way!"

"Brother Weimin, when will you be able to write songs again?"

Qin Jingru was also surprised.

"Brother-in-law, you wrote this song?"

"You are too powerful."

"Oh my God."

Han Weimin smiled and said, "I have studied music before, but I just never told you."

Qin Jingru excitedly took Han Weimin's big hand and shouted: "Brother-in-law, teach me quickly, teach me, I want to learn, I want to learn."

Qin Huairu also sat next to Han Weimin with great interest, wanting to hear him sing this song again.

Han Weimin asked Qin Jingru to bring him paper and pen, and then he started writing notes on the paper.

What he writes is staff music, which to ordinary people is similar to ghost-drawing symbols.

Seeing Han Weimin writing such complicated notes, Qin Huairu and Qin Jingru's eyes were full of little stars of admiration.

At this moment, Han Weimin was simply the White Moonlight in their hearts.

After finishing writing the score, Han Weimin began to fill in the lyrics below.

Han Weimin's brushwork is like a dragon, and every word is extremely flexible, giving people a pleasing feeling.

This handwriting alone can lift people's spirits.

When the two read the lyrics, they immediately felt interesting.

After all, although the lyrics are simple, they are very picturesque and make people feel like they are standing beside the rice fields.

After finishing writing the lyrics, Han Weimin pointed to the lyrics and taught Qin Jingru line by line.

After studying for more than half an hour, Qin Jingru finally understood the song.

(End of this chapter)