"Drink?" Pei Tingsong came over and squatted down, handing the mung bean smoothie to Fang Juexia's mouth.

Fang Juexia came to her senses and took the paper in her hand aside with a loud bang. Her beautiful eyes widened and looked at Pei Tingsong.

Seeing him like this, Pei Tingsong laughed, "What's wrong with you? What did you see just now?"

Fang Juexia shook her head, "No." She said something denied, but her face burned. Her mind was filled with his free and easy words, every line, every word.

Too good memory is also a bad thing.

Pei Tingsong curled his lips, put down the smoothie, and wrapped his arms around the lazy sofa with both arms. He leaned forward. Fang Juexia was a little panicked. He leaned back unconsciously and almost fell to the wall, but Pei Tingsong took the lead and caught it with his palm.

"Be careful."

He fell completely into his arms.

Pei Tingsong's palm slowly slid from the back of his head, holding the thin white neck. Fang Juexia loves to wear a shirt, and there are many similar styles in the closet. It is very ordinary when placed, but it looks so clean and beautiful when worn on him.

He couldn't help but lower his head.

Fang Juexia thought he was going to kiss him, so she subconsciously closed her eyes, but found that he was lowered more than she thought, and bit the button on the top of the white shirt.

He unbuttoned Fang Juexia's clothes with his mouth and kissed the clavicle hidden inside. Then he looked up and smiled childishly on Fang Juexia and kissed the corner of his lips.

"Have you read what I wrote?" Pei Tingsong asked.

Fang Juexia nodded and said, "Just one."

"It was only that one, and the others were all scrapped." Pei Tingsong was open and natural, holding his hands up and putting them on his waist, making a hug gesture, "You are so nervous, do you think I will do anything to you?"

He didn't know why he was nervous, every time, but he liked Pei Tingsong.

"Desire and sex are both right, just like love." Pei Tingsong said, "There are many in my dormitory desk. I will write something when I miss you, especially at night."

Desire is a derivative of love and a fantasy in the poet's dream.

"Do you want to see?"

Fang Juexia's ears turned red, she only looked at him without saying anything to refuse. Because he could not deny that he was thrilling at that moment when he saw the poem written by Pei Tingsong.

Who can reject a poet's love expression?

"Next time," Pei Tingsong kissed his side face and ears, and whispered softly, "I'll read it to you next time."

After only saying one next time, a complete night emerged in Fang Juexia's mind. Is this the power of language? He has always kept himself free from desires and no desires, and began to gradually loosen the net of confinement, peel off the hard shell, and accept the instinct of love and desire bit by bit. This process is so similar to melting.

The winter snow, imprisoned by spring, will one day become spring water.

Just as Pei Tingsong kissed lightly, the cell phone in his pocket vibrated. He was interrupted and frowned. He took it out and saw that it was Cheng Qiang, so he had to connect.

"Hey, Brother Qiang." Pei Tingsong put on his headphones, holding Fang Juexia's face in his hand, and rubbing his lower lip with his thumb, his eyes full of him, "Is that right? It's settled, have you told Juexia?"

Hearing his name, Fang Juexia opened her eyes wide and tilted her head to look at him. She looked so cute, which made Pei Tingsong fall over and kiss him.

"Then I'll tell him, I'll ask him to come to my workshop to find me later."

When Fang Juexia heard Pei Tingsong lying, he couldn't help laughing. He bit Pei Tingsong's tiger's mouth, as if it was a kind of demonstration. He deliberately came to him and said that he was already in the workshop. Pei Tingsong couldn't help laughing and avoided him. Finally, Fang Juexia pinched his face and broke it over.

The little temper came up and he deliberately kissed him to block his mouth.

Pei Tingsong was stunned for a moment. Cheng Qiang, on the other end of the phone, heard him talking and asked him what was wrong. Pei Tingsong separated a little, "No, I took a sip of water."

Drinking water? Fang Juexia raised his eyebrows and pulled his cheek. Pei Tingsong dealt with the agent on the other end of the phone, and touched Fang Juexia's back and told him to be more obedient.

"I understand, I'm writing songs, I won't tell you anymore. Someone will come later."

He hung up the phone. Fang Juexia knew that the time for a prank was over, so she wanted to slip away quickly, but Pei Tingsong hugged her waist and pressed her to the carpet, pretending to be fierce and threatening: "You are getting more and more powerful. Believe it or not, I will put you on the ground now."

Fang Juexia laughed and said righteously, "You lied first. Aren't you kept?"

Pei Tingsong immediately let go of him, "Okay, then I'll go out with Brother Qiang now."

"Hey hey hey." Fang Juexia was soft-willed and hugged his arm, "What did Brother Qiang ask me for just now? Is there anything wrong?"

Pei Tingsong sat down and picked up the mung bean smoothie that had just been placed on the ground and took a sip. The ice melted, and the throat was sweet.

"He just said that there was a very good drama coming to work with us. The drama that hit last winter was also from their company. One of them was on campus today. After the producer got the four songs of ours, he quickly fell in love with you."

Fang Juexia was a little unbelievable, "My song?"

"Yes, it's yours." Pei Tingsong rubbed his face, "You are so awesome, you're attracted to the popular crew all at once."

"But there are no lyrics yet," Fang Juexia felt incredible no matter how she thought about it, "The main song has lyrics."

"It's very special to say that I like this style. The melody will definitely be popular. For the theme song of the TV series, it is best to conform to the script style." As he said, Pei Tingsong had already received the plot summary and style description sent by Cheng Qianggang, as well as some materials for the TV series. He turned on the computer to check it.

Fang Juexia leaned over and saw the name of the TV series, "The name "Green Waves" seems to be an art film, but it turns out to be a campus drama."

This drama has a hint of suspense, a series of stories unfolded by a suicide jumping off a building in a high school. The heroine is a good friend of the suicide girl. After the girl died, she transferred to this high school and met the hero in her close friend's diary. In the process of finding the truth about her original death, the two gradually revealed the bullying and pain that her good friend suffered in the past two years of campus life.

At the end of the story, it was discovered that the heroine was the girl who committed suicide. After her death, she regenerated a person who did not exist in the world - a "perfect friend" she expected to get.

"This story is great." Fang Juexia was inexplicably expecting it. Thinking that his song could become one of the interludes, he couldn't help but feel encouraged.

"Yes, it is said that it was a script written by the gold medal screenwriter." Pei Tingsong opened another document, "There are still some script clips here. The crew said that the opening theme song of the TV series is already there. You want to match the love part of your song. The emotional line between the male and female protagonists is relatively light, and this not too sweet and emotional melody is very suitable."

Fang Juexia looked at the style keywords: summer, first love, close and separated, green and clean.

“It feels like the lyrics are a bit difficult to write.”

Pei Tingsong agreed: "If I had to write it myself, it might be simpler. Now I suddenly put a topic essay." What came to his mind, "What were you thinking when you wrote this song?"

The sudden question caught Fang Juexia off guard. He thought carefully, "It seems... I didn't think of anything."

"I wrote it out without thinking about anything? How is it possible?"

"Really, I just wanted to write some melody at that time, and there were some in my mind." Fang Juexia himself felt that it was not very convincing, so he simply said, "Lebniz has said that music is the unconscious operation of mathematics in the soul."

Pei Tingsong was amused by him, "Okay, I don't expect to get any inspiration from you, I'll think about it myself."

Seeing that he started reading the information again, Fang Juexia also looked at him, repeating these words, "First love... Summer, Summer song."

Pei Tingsong suddenly noticed a sentence in the outline, saying that the male protagonist is actually a secret crush on the female protagonist. He thought that he might be able to write the male protagonist's perspective.

So he lay on the table and asked Fang Juexia: "What are the pictures in your mind when you see the words Xia Tian and first love?"

Fang Juexia's understanding of these words was not very clear. Middle school time was a bit far away for him, not to mention that his life was always three points and one line. Looking back on his youth, he was more practicing.

But if it is a first love, it must be connected to Pei Tingsong.

He could recall every detail of Pei Tingsong, his first meeting, his first quarrel, his first time seeing him laugh, and his first time hearing him apologize.

The fall from the lifting platform and the confession in the dark corridor, the first time I heard him say that the birthmark is beautiful.

The shadow of the playground, the embrace when falling from a high altitude, the soft dusk on the balcony...

He is vivid in his mind.

"First love is all the memories you give me." Fang Juexia lay on the table like him, and the two looked at each other, "talk about what is the evening of true love, the amusement park of the big sun, the fireworks you took me to watch, the movies you hid in hotels and apartments, and the tree-shaded road we want to walk but cannot hold hands."

"As for Xiatian..." Fang Juexia smiled, thinking of the saddest days he had, and thinking of Pei Tingsong coming back with great difficulty, but he did not dare to hug him.

"Summer is the rain you didn't let me get."

Looking at his clear eyes, Pei Tingsong's heart was densely sore and swollen.

For him, first love is a bright and open date that he owes to each other.

Suddenly, with inspiration, Pei Tingsong quickly kissed Fang Juxia, "I understand, I have an idea."

"So quickly?" Fang Juexia was very happy, thinking that he was about to work, "Then I won't disturb you, I'll go back to dance."

"Don't." Pei Tingsong grabbed his wrist and insisted on keeping him by his side. "You accompany me, I have a lot of books. You can read and accompany me, soon."

Fang Juexia found it strange, but Pei Tingsong has always been so strange, especially when creating.

"Then you don't need me to help you?" Fang Juexia pointed to the electronic piano, "I can help you play that."

Pei Tingsong took out the paper and pen and freed up his comfortable swivel chair for Fang Juexia to sit on. He pulled out a chair from under the workbench and sat down by himself, "You are helping me if you stay by my side."

OK. Fang Juexia answered happily in her heart.

Still afraid of disturbing him, he sat quietly and looked over the things on his desk carefully. There were all kinds of pens in the pen holder, strange-shaped desk lamps, many stacked books, notebooks, sticky notes, and a bunch of recording equipment. There were even tiny sound samplers inside. Fang Juexia only remembered that this was very expensive and could be used to record some difficult sounds. He heard He Ziyan say, but no one bought them.

It turned out that Pei Tingsong had to tell He Ziyan when he went back that he would not have to buy it.

Fang Juexia picked up a book on the table "Tsvetaeva's Poems" and read it silently, and stayed by Pei Tingsong quietly, waiting for him to write the lyrics.

Thinking of what Fang Juexia said, Pei Tingsong wrote along with the inspiration, and every melody was covered with words in his mind, becoming concrete, like a slow-motion image, like a clip of a story.

It was only twenty minutes after the whole lyrics were written. Pei Tingsong looked at the paper repeatedly, humming the tune in his heart and then corrected it.

"Okay." When he pulled out of his lyrics, he found that Fang Juexia was sleeping in his swivel chair. The poems were spread out and covered his belly. His chest was slightly undulating under the white shirt, and his breathing was steady.

Pei Tingsong finally believed that there was such a type of person in this world who were born to be muses for others.

In the past times of constant struggle, he thought that cynicism was grand.

But if Fang Juexia is here and his muse is here, Pei Tingsong would only want to be a third-rate artist with a small pattern.

The mini album has a small workload, and Carledo has always been efficient in music creation, so the preliminary preparations were completed quickly. However, the producer of "Green Waves" made a heartless request, hoping that Fang Juexia's solo version of "Night Tour" was an ost.

This is also very common. Ordinary TV series theme songs will not be sung in group performances, because bg itself is to allow the audience to better immerse themselves in the situation and devote their emotions to the image. Frequent changes of singers will cause people to have a gap in their emotions. Star maps indicate understanding, so Fang Juexia was specially asked to record a solo version, and Pei Tingsong even suggested that he wanted to rewrite the song himself.

Such sincerity was also seen by the crew producers and repeatedly expressed their gratitude.
To be continued...