The seller of the heavens

After Yuan Hua returned to the room with the ten love poems, he first found a piece of letter paper, copied a love poem, and then carefully folded the letter paper into a heart shape.

the next day.

He came to school with a heart-shaped stationery.

Originally, Yuan Hua and Qiu Ya were at the same table, but Charlotte took his seat away a few days ago, and now he can only sit in the last row, with the sissy Meng Te.

Taking advantage of get out of class time, Xia Luo was entangled by Ma Dongmei, Yuan Hua walked up to Qiu Ya, winked at her, and motioned to meet on the rooftop.

Qiu Ya shyly twisted the hem of her clothes with her fingers, but followed Yuan Hua up to the rooftop.

on the roof.

Yuan Hua looked at Qiu Ya worriedly, and asked:

"Charlotte, he didn't do anything to you, did he?"

After listening to the song written by Charlotte, Qiuya's impression of Charlotte changed a lot, she shook her head and said:

"No, in fact, you have misunderstood Charlotte. I don't think he is a bad person, and he is still very talented."

When Yuan Hua heard that his sweetheart actually spoke for Xia Luo, he was immediately out of breath, and said disdainfully:

"Just him, he has a fart talent."

Seeing that he was angry, Qiuya stopped talking and lowered her head silently.

"Forget it, let's not talk about him."

Yuan Hua managed to suppress his emotions, took out the prepared letter paper, handed it to Qiu Ya confidently, and said:

"Qiuya, this is a poem I wrote for you, take a look."

Qiuya shyly took the heart-shaped letter paper, opened it and looked at the love poem written on the letter paper:

When I saw you for the first time, I smiled back,

in my heart,

I've been with you forever.

After reading this, Qiuya felt overwhelmed, her cheeks flushed slightly, she was very shy, and at the same time, she felt a sweet feeling in her heart.

Seeing her shy and charming appearance, Yuan Hua couldn't help holding her hand, and asked affectionately:

"Do you like it?"

Qiu Ya tapped her chin lightly, and let Yuan Hua hold her hand, without struggling, she just said softly:

"Thank you, Yuan Hua, the poem is really well written."

Feeling the warmth and touch from Qiuya's hand, Yuan Hua couldn't help but start to talk about love:

"As long as you like it, I will write to you later..."

Compared with the old and ugly Charlotte, Yuan Hua is undoubtedly more in line with Qiu Ya's aesthetics, not to mention that Yuan Hua wrote a love poem today, showing his extraordinary literary talent.

The balance in Qiu Ya's heart gradually tilted towards Yuan Hua.

The two whispered love words on the rooftop, and their relationship gradually warmed up.

In the next few classes, Charlotte looked for opportunities to talk to Qiuya from time to time, but found that Qiuya's attitude towards him became a little more distant, and instead she secretly flirted with Yuan Hua.

Charlotte was anxious, and immediately decided to use her trump card.

When get out of class was over at noon, Charlotte hugged the guitar and sang to Qiu Ya affectionately in the classroom.

"Qiuya, I wrote another song for you to express my feelings for you."

As he spoke, he began to play and sing by himself.

A large group of classmates gathered around Charlotte, listening to his singing.

Qiuya was also fascinated by it, and felt that although Charlotte was not very good-looking, he was very charming playing and singing with a guitar, which made people's hearts move.

Yuan Hua looked at Xia Luo, who was surrounded by stars, and noticed Qiu Ya's earnest listening to the song. His heart became even more jealous, and he couldn't help but said sourly:

"Isn't it just that you can write songs? What's so great about it?"

Charlotte was proud of herself. Hearing Yuan Hua's words, she felt extremely upset, and immediately retorted:

"Writing a song is really nothing special. Write a song if you have the ability. If you can write it, I will convince you."

Zhang Yang on the side didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, so he booed:

"That's right, why don't Yuan Hua write a song and compare it with Charlotte to see who is better."

Some people also support Yuan Hua:

"Yuan Hua is a genius in our class, writing songs will definitely not be a problem for him."

"That's right, someone like Charlotte can write songs, I think Yuan Hua should be fine."

"Yuan Hua, compare yourself with Charlotte."

Yuan Hua couldn't get off the stage being held up by the crowd. Seeing Xia Luo's contemptuous expression and Qiu Ya's look of anticipation, his blood suddenly surged, and he jumped up.

He's going to beat Charlotte at his favorite field.

Yuan Hua looked at Charlotte, straightened his neck, and said without showing any weakness:

"Okay, just write it. I'll just go home at night and write a song, so you know it's no big deal."

The reason why he dared to say that was because Jiang Chen said yesterday that he still has novels and songs for sale.

The current Yuan Hua puts all his hopes on Jiang Chen.

Judging from the level of the ten love poems before, the level of the novel songs in Jiang Chen's hand should not be too bad.

Xia Luo knows that writing songs is not so easy. The songs he sang are all classics from previous lives. What can Yuan Hua compare with him.

So he just took Yuan Hua's words as a joke, didn't care at all, and just waited to see Yuan Hua make a fool of himself tomorrow:

"Okay, I'll wait."

...

When Yuan Hua and Xia Luo were jealous, Jiang Chen was wandering around in the streets in 1997, visiting the shops from time to time.

He is learning about the market, seeing what is cheap in this era but expensive in later generations, and plans to buy some and bring them back to the real world for sale.

After a day of shopping, there are indeed some gains.

The price of gold in this era is more than 70 per gram, which is undoubtedly very cheap compared with later generations.

Although Jiang Chen didn't pay attention to the price of gold in later generations, but he had some impressions, and remembered that it had already exceeded 300.

The most important thing is that gold is a hard currency, it is easy to sell, and it is a good starting option.

But he doesn't have much money now, after all, he can only use old coins in this era. Because of time constraints, he only exchanged a few hundred yuan, which was just enough to stay in the hotel.

Jiang Chen also realized that he was not well prepared for this time travel, and thought in his heart that he would exchange some old RMB in advance after going back this time, in case of emergencies.

In the evening, Jiang Chen felt a little tired, so he returned to the hotel.

After entering the hotel gate, he saw Yuan Hua's figure in the lobby.

After school, Yuan Hua went home to get the money and went straight to the hotel to buy songs, but found that Jiang Chen was not there, so he could only wait in the lobby.

Seeing Jiang Chen come back at this time, a look of surprise appeared on his face, and he quickly got up and walked to Jiang Chen:

"You're finally back."

Jiang Chen looked at his eager look, and apparently waited for a while, couldn't help but smile, feeling that there was a business coming:

"What's up?"

Yuan Hua cut to the chase and got straight to the point:

"I want to buy songs."

Immediately, he added:

"But I want to hear the quality of your songs first. It's too bad."

"OK, no problem."

Although Jiang Chen didn't understand why Yuan Hua suddenly wanted to buy a song, he could guess that it had something to do with Xia Luo and Qiu Ya. Regarding the quality of the song, he expressed confidence and nodded:

"Go to my room and talk."

After speaking, he took Yuan Hua back to the room, took out his mobile phone, and played the downloaded music.

He chose "Fairy Tale", a very classic love song that became popular all over the country.

After playing the song, Jiang Chen asked:

"What do you think of this song?"

"good very good."

Yuan Hua gave a compliment. Although he didn't know professional knowledge of music theory, he could feel that this song was very good, even better than the songs sung by many well-known singers. Conquer Qiu Ya.

Immediately, Yuan Hua was a little worried again.

Songs of this level should be very expensive, and he doubted whether he could afford them.

Yuan Hua asked with some trepidation:

"How much does this song cost?"