Blind date to idol talent show

Chapter 313 Poet Nan Xiaoyue

After waking up, Li Yimu immediately heard a bad news from Nan Xiaoyue that made him almost laugh out loud. It was raining heavily outside today.

Summer is so erratic, the rain comes as soon as it is said, so the trip will be forced to be cancelled.

Great, I can rest for a day. No wonder people say that travel is to relax the mind, because the body is too tired during the trip. Yesterday, I managed to not be tired during the day, but I was tired again at night.

Li Yimu was so happy that he could take a rest one day, he almost flew up, but he had to endure it, and he couldn't show it. After all, it was Nan Xiaoyue's serious homework. She was happy because she didn't want to go, and she might sad.

Therefore, Li Yimu said regretfully: "That's really a pity."

"So we want some indoor activities?" Nan Xiaoyue said to herself.

Li Yimu immediately hugged her waist, and took her to lie down on the bed together: "Okay, I know what to do."

Nan Xiaoyue rolled her eyes and attacked: "What are you thinking, I mean, you can go to the hotel gym, or the hotel's own bar or something."

Uh, sorry to bother you, the amount of exercise I’ve done in the past three days has already exceeded my budget. You’re going to exhaust me to death if you keep exercising, and the bar is not the place I should go in the morning. Even if I go, I can’t drink.

"Forget it, I happen to have inspiration, and I can take advantage of the rain to write songs or something."

Nan Xiaoyue nodded, and then proposed to go to the coffee shop, just to listen to the sound of the rain outside and write songs, and also be able to notice when the rain stops at any time, and then continue with the content of the travel plan.

I haven’t listened to the rain. The sound of pattering rain may provide inspiration for other creative workers, but for Li Yimu, who relies on memory to write scores, the sound of rain can easily disturb him and make it difficult for him to concentrate.

In the process of writing lyrics, Li Yimu suddenly noticed that Nan Xiaoyue, who was sitting across from him, was also writing something with a pen and paper, and the format seemed to be lyrics, sentence by sentence.

"I'm writing a song, what are you writing?" Li Yimu asked curiously.

Nan Xiaoyue immediately protected the A4 paper in front of her like a treasure: "It's not finished yet, don't read it."

That means you can read it after you finish writing, and don't worry, Li Yimu continued to close his eyes and recall, filling the paper with content.

The advantage of traveling is that there are many things to experience, and the more songs that appear in the dream, the bad part is also because there are too many songs, and he has not recorded them immediately after waking up these days , so prone to memory disorders.

For a while, I think of a line from this song, and then I think of a line from another song.

As a result, when he was working on the lyrics and score this time, he just put several sheets of paper, which one he remembered to write, so that the outside world can see Li Yimu's creative method, so he can't be shocked instantly?

I have never heard of a composer who wrote several songs at the same time, and I have never seen a composer who wrote one sentence for one song and one sentence for that song.

The most powerful thing is that he didn't write this song, and he didn't write it along the lines, but randomly wrote it. It can be clearly seen that sometimes he would leave a few lines blank, and write out several lines in one go. One line of lyrics, and what is written will not be changed.

After probably filling everything he could remember, Li Yimu put down his pen, picked up his mobile phone, turned on the piano in the instrument simulator, and began to play the piano to read the score.

The software I discovered from my cousin Li Yijun is still very useful, at least if I don’t have a musical instrument around, I can use it directly to replace the musical instrument.

This was the quietest time when the two of them were alone during the trip. They each did their own things, and occasionally looked up at the opposite lover, smiled slightly, and then continued to work, just like the kind of academic couple dating in the library.

In the blink of an eye, it was almost noon, and the rain still had no intention of slowing down. Nan Xiaoyue stretched her waist, and she finished writing.

Glancing at Li Yimu, who was wearing earphones and clicking on the simulated piano in his mobile phone, he shook his head for a while, frowned for a while, then looked at his desktop, where there were several densely packed A4 papers, he was suddenly surprised :
He actually didn't have only one inspiration for a song, but several. How did his brain grow?Of course, after being surprised, the emotion turned into pride: No way, my husband is just that good.

Without disturbing Li Yimu, Nan Xiaoyue got up silently and went to the bathroom. When she came back, she saw that Li Yimu had taken off his earphones and was singing softly while holding his own A4 paper.

"Finished?" Nan Xiaoyue asked.

"No, we have encountered a bottleneck, and we should not be able to break through it for the time being, so we will come here first!"

After finishing speaking, Li Yimu pointed to the A4 paper in front of Guide Xiaoyue: "So, can I appreciate Ms. Nan's masterpiece?"

Nan Xiaoyue hesitated for a moment, then nodded lightly, and Li Yimu immediately held it in his hand, um, it's not a song, it's a modern poem.

The reason for this judgment is because of the rhyme. Songs still have to pay attention to rhyme. Although it is not as strict as Tang poetry, at least it can be sung smoothly. Nan Xiaoyue has no rhyme at all, which obviously has nothing to do with the lyrics.

"Wow, my wife can write poetry, I didn't even know it." Li Yimu admired, purely admired, without any yin and yang.

Nan Xiaoyue sat next to him: "When I was in high school, I always wrote, but when I got busy, I forgot that I still have this ability. Today, I suddenly got some inspiration."

"Understood, girls' feelings are always poems!" Li Yimu replied, and then read the poems seriously.

Every minute and every second with you is so interesting, even if you don’t speak and I don’t make a sound, even if I can only hear the sound of rain outside the window, I still feel so happy, how much rain is outside , how much i love you
Li Yimu looked at it and laughed, and Nan Xiaoyue lowered her head shyly when she saw him laughing. She knew that she would not show it to him, but why did I write this if I didn’t show him it?Isn't this just for him to read?

After reading it, Li Yimu put his arms around Nan Xiaoyue and whispered in her ear: "The writing is pretty good, I like the last two sentences the most."

The last two sentences: The difference is that the rain will eventually pass, but I love you forever.

"Yeah," Nan Xiaoyue replied like a mosquito.

"So Poet Nan Xiaoyue, am I lucky enough to have a look at the poems you wrote in high school?"

"I didn't bring it. It's at my father's house. Besides, I can't show it to you." This is the house on Didu South Road.

Li Yimu continued: "Hey, I'm just curious, is the poem you wrote at that time full of love for me like this one, hehe!"

Nan Xiaoyue immediately shook her head with a smile and said, "No."

"No, it won't be written for other little brothers."

Nan Xiaoyue smiled slightly: "Someone knocked over the jar of jealousy."

After a few seconds, he approached Li Yimu's ear and whispered:
"You appear on every page of my poems."

(End of this chapter)