Reborn I don't need a heroine

"Writing a song, calling your parents, what does that have to do with each other?"

Regarding Wang Heng's question, Pei Ningle thought about it and found it difficult to describe it in words. So she handed the notebook to Wang Heng.

On the notebook, there are many numbers, and some numbers are marked with black dots on the top or bottom - obviously this is a musical notation, the punctuation above the number is an octave higher, and the punctuation below is an octave lower. Most of these numbers have been crossed out with heavy handwriting, and they are considered invalid. Of the tunes that have survived, only a fraction of them.

Wang Heng was not very sensitive to the melody in the first place, and such a messy score made him even more confused.

However, although he couldn't read the score, he understood Pei Ningle's creative method.

This girl doesn't like to write songs according to routines, doesn't like cliche love songs, and has a strong desire for self-expression. Every song she writes carefully expresses her own emotions and thoughts. Perhaps it is also for this reason that although her skills became more and more profound later, she was still unable to become a big hit, and she was just a small singer.

At this time, Pei Ningle was still just a bar singer who attracted the audience with his voice. Staring at the young man in front of her, she asked nervously, "What do you think?"

Wang Heng returned the notebook and answered with the most conservative option: "I don't understand it at all. Anyway, you have to call your parents, right? Then call now. It's not good to keep them secret."

However, Pei Ningle is not willing to end this topic just like that. During the dozens of days she ran away from home, she met many people, but the only one who made her feel that she might understand her thoughts was the young man in front of her.

"Have you forgotten? I told you... I like music that expresses itself honestly, so..."

The girl was in a hurry to explain, but she couldn't find the right words when the words came to her lips.

Seeing her like this, Wang Heng couldn't help feeling a little anxious for her, so he concluded for her: "You mean that words and deeds are in harmony, right?"

Pei Ningle's eyes brightened: "Yes, words and deeds are one! Writing a song is like writing a story. I have to complete that melody, just like the story needs an ending. At the beginning of the story, my parents stopped me, so the end of the story also needs them ...I'm going to tell them what I did, and then their reaction to me..."

"Their reaction, the change of mood they brought to you, is the end of this song?"

"That's right!"

Wang Heng clapped and said, "As expected of you, this idea is simply an artist! Then don't hesitate, it's not even ten o'clock, it's not too late, hurry up and call them!"

Hearing 'now', Pei Ningle couldn't help being a little timid: "I wanted to call tomorrow..."

"Today's work is over today, let's do it now!"

Just kidding, how could Wang Heng make her delay? If Wang Heng had her parents' phone number, he would have called her parents two weeks ago and asked someone to take this girl back! Now that Pei Ningle finally has the consciousness to throw himself into the trap, of course he has to supervise it.

Pei Ningle shrank his neck: "Suddenly I regret it..."

"No, no, be brave," Wang Heng cheered her up in a pleasant manner, "Since you have decided to take the creative path of the real experience school, then go on bravely and don't give up halfway. If you don't have a complete structure and true feelings Real feeling, then what is the difference between the songs you write and the ordinary ones on the market?"

These words hit the girl's heart.

Pei Ningle took a deep breath, and her immature face became more determined: "You are right, I will call now!"

Wang Heng nodded with satisfaction: "That's right. By the way, do your parents know that you are in Rongdu?"

The girl replied: "They know. Let me tell you, when they ran away from home, they all called the police. I entered the police station as soon as I arrived in the capital! Afterwards, the police confirmed that I was not trafficked, so they arranged for the ticket I sent it back, and then I slipped away at the train station..."

Wang Heng patted his forehead, he understood why the girl was so proficient in skipping that flight, it turned out she had a criminal record! You know, after Zhoumu Wang Heng met her in the imperial capital, he had never heard of this kind of dark history.

Pei Ningle continued: "So later, I still had to contact them every day, lest they call the police again. But I didn't want to call them, so they didn't know what happened to me..."

Wang Heng frowned, realizing what was wrong.

He asked: "You are an 18-year-old girl who ran away from home. They don't care about you? Now that you can send text messages and get in touch, they don't come to you or send you money?"

Pei Ningle pouted: "I don't let them come to me, and I don't tell them where I am. I deleted all the text messages they advised me, and I didn't reply."

Wang Heng: "What about the money? They don't care about your living expenses?"

Pei Ningle: "I said that I work part-time in a convenience store and don't need their living expenses. They seem to think that as long as I work outside for a long time and suffer enough, it's like going back..."

Wang Heng felt that the reality might be different from what the girl imagined. But he didn't speculate on anything, just said: "Then call."

Pei Ningle nodded, took out the old keypad, and dialed the phone.

A few seconds later, a slightly irritable middle-aged woman's voice came out. Although Pei Ningle didn't turn on the hands-free, the other party's voice was quite loud, and the earpiece of this old mobile phone was loud, so Wang Heng could hear it clearly.

"You still have the nerve to call! Damn girl, where did you go!"

The sharp and ear-piercing voice made Wang Heng frown slightly.

Pei Ningle shrank her neck subconsciously, and whispered weakly: "Mom, I'm in Rongdu..."

"I know you're in Rongdu!" Mother Pei interrupted, "Your dad and I are also here, and we've been staring at you for days!"

Pei Ningle's eyes widened in surprise, her mouth was tongue-tied, she didn't know what to say.

Mother Pei continued to reprimand: "You are not a child, you can fool us with that kind of words? Why not work in a convenience store or a bar!"

Pei Ningle: "You...see it?"

Mother Pei: "We even went in for a drink! You are so talented, you still sing, and you cheat with a partner in a bar! When did your dad and I get divorced? When did you have an extra brother?"

Pei Ningle was completely speechless.

At this time, the person on the other side of the phone changed, probably Father Pei snatched the phone.

"Xiao Le, have you figured it out now?" Father Pei asked, "Are you still in the bar? Do you want us to go there now?"

"All right……"

Pei Ningle hung up the phone in a daze.

Wang Heng clasped his hands in front of his chest and said with a smile, "Are you surprised? Are you surprised?"

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