Hao Yun admitted that opening a small account and adding his roommate was indeed not done by people in the world.

But he really didn't expect that he wouldn't say anything too much?

Even 5-star praises were given!

There was no class the next morning, Liang Ziyuan didn't say a word, and left with his guitar on his back. I guess he was going to record his new single.

To be honest, Hao Yun really admires this guy.

He has been criticized for three years and insisted on making music. If this is not considered love, then he will never believe in love in his life.

"What are you doing with Brother Ziyuan? You go out with your guitar in the morning."

"I guess I'm going to find a cool place to entertain myself. In short, don't sing in the dormitory," Zhu Kening rubbed his face with his hands and muttered, "I have a meeting in the afternoon, and many leaders in the hospital are there. I'll sleep for a little longer, so you can speak softly."

Zheng Xueqian: “…”

Hao Yun: "..."

Fuck you!

You are the most influential in the entire dormitory!

If you have to make a choice between Brother Ziyuan's singing and Brother Kening's snoring, Hao Yun thinks that Liang Ziyuan's singing is more "pleasant".

After all, no matter how noisy the former is, there is still a cooldown time, so if you endure it, it will pass.

And the latter can last for a whole night without stopping...

Before he could finish his speech, he had already breathed heavily from Zhu Kening's bed.

There is no doubt that the storm has already brewed.

Zheng Xueqian glanced at Hao Yun and said with his eyes: What are your arrangements in the morning?

Hao Yun looked back at him: Just take a walk.

It was probably because he was wrong. Zheng Xueqian was stunned for a moment and replied with a surprised look: Self-study? So early?

Hao Yun nodded and replied with his eyes: Otherwise, what if it is so noisy here? Can you still sleep?

After barely understanding what he meant, Zheng Xueqian's eyes gradually became firmer and he nodded: OK! Then I'll go too!

After handing the words in his eyes, he turned over and got out of bed, quickly packed his textbook and entered his schoolbag, leaving Hao Yun with a confused look on his face, and left like a wind.

...

The snoring in the dormitory is getting louder and louder, and it is too difficult to stay in a bed.

Thinking of the recording studio that Lin Mengmeng told him before, Hao Yun climbed out of bed and washed up briefly, put on his clothes and left the dormitory.

On the way toward the school gate, he sent Lin Mengmeng a WeChat message.

[Where is the recording studio you mentioned before?]

I originally thought it would take a while to reply, but I didn't expect that as soon as he was about to turn off the screen, Lin Mengmeng sent a coordinate to the message.

Immediately following behind, there was a "puppy surprised" expression that looked like Ah Huang's son.

[You really want to learn music? (surprised)]

Hao Yun typed and replied casually.

【What am I lying to you for?】

Lin Mengmeng: [Ah...Okay. Then come on, if it’s just a musical question, you can ask me if you don’t understand!]

Seeing this line of words and recalling the experience of being blocked yesterday, Hao Yun felt moved.

Damn!

Look at them!

Is this the demeanor of a musician?

Alas, the only drawback is that if this guy’s talent is music, Hao Yun would definitely leave this opportunity to become a god without saying a word.

I don't want her to do anything, I just want to have a smooth life.

But unfortunately, the talent of those who really have the potential to become singers is performance.

Hao Yun was about to start wondering if there was something wrong with this broken system.

After leaving the school gate, I arrived at my destination after not long after walking.

I have to say that the place recommended by Lin Mengmeng is indeed good. Whether it is the entrance decoration or the temperament of the employees, they all look very professional... Although he may not be able to tell where the professionalism is.

The only thing that is not enough is the price.

The piano room and recording studio are charged by hour, and basically float between 100 and 1000 per hour according to the different prices of musical instruments and equipment. The discount is available after 10 o'clock in the evening. It feels similar to an Internet cafe?

If you are lucky, it will be relatively cheap, but no matter how you look at the price, it is not as affordable as students can afford.

As for those drilling VIP rooms that don’t know what professional equipment they used, Hao Yun selectively ignored it.

Mom, what musical instrument is so expensive, it is covered with diamonds!

Even if you have diamonds inlaid, you won’t be able to touch it and it’s tens of thousands of dollars?

Fortunately, the popularity of 2048 has not passed, and the subsequent income is pretty good. Although the consumption here is a bit expensive, Hao Yun is not unable to afford it. He just spent 5,000 yuan to get an ordinary membership.

Hao Yun looked like a veteran, and the young lady who helped him apply for the card immediately smiled and said.

"Sir, do you need professional guidance?"

Hao Yun: "Professional guidance?"

Is there such a good thing?

The young lady smiled slightly: "Yes, if you are interested in piano, we have instructors of different prices here that can provide one-on-one teaching-"

sweat!

It turned out to be a fee.

Hao Yun waved his hand and said with a refusal.

"No, don't, just find me a recording studio with piano!"

Finally, the young lady who was selling classes was perfunctorily gone. Hao Yun locked the door and took a deep breath to the center next to the piano.

Looking at the shiny black and white keys, he couldn't help but stretch out his right hand and gently stroked the smooth keys with his index finger.

Although this was probably the first time he had touched the piano in his life, the touch was indeed as strange as he expected, for some reason, behind the strangeness, there was a hint of undetectable familiarity.

It's like...

He used to fiddle with this thing.

"Is this Mengpo soup not licked clean..."

Isn’t it a game planner in his previous life?

Hao Yun shook his head with some headache, then pulled open the chair and sat in front of the piano, put his hand on, followed the posture of the pianists in the movie, and pressed the first key.

mi--

The melodious sound of the piano echoes in the recording studio.

Humming the familiar melody gently, he pressed the second and third keys with awkward movements.

so—xi—

Meanwhile, he sang a cappella in a low voice.

"The sound of prosperity has escaped into the monks and ruined the world..."

"I'm still cold and I've been in a relationship for a lifetime."

"If you default..."

"Life and death are waiting..."

"The annual rings that are waiting for circles after circle—"

The feeling is slowly coming.

It's like a firefly that flickers.

Grasping the wreckage of the memory and the inspiration from the darkness, Hao Yun's ten fingers followed the rhythm from the depths of his soul and struck a rough and firm beat on the black and white keys.

Admittedly, this is not an etude suitable for beginners to interpret.

There is no piano textbook that will write this popular repertoire into its first unit.

But there is no doubt that this is the most suitable song for him.

Because only this song can bring him such a familiar feeling through the fog of memory.

Only when playing this song, he does not need a teacher or any guidance from reference books.

Just follow the feeling.

It's like following instinct...
To be continued...