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Rong Xiaoqi was taken aback for a moment, then after thinking about it, he nodded.

The font in this world is the same as it is now. There are only a few differences, but they don't affect it.

Elder Quan took out the finest paper and pen from his ruins tripod and placed it on the smooth and round stone table.

When Rong Xiaoqi mentioned the pen, because he was born into a scholarly family, he was very familiar with these things.

The brush that I have written for more than ten years, although not as good as those written by everyone, is still considered to be at the upper-middle level.

Rong Xiaoqi's words are delicate, and he didn't deliberately imitate any of them, so he became a group of his own, but he wrote the aura he should have.

Rong Xiaoqi sang while writing, tender but somewhat crisp.

Therefore, when Rong Xiaoqi was not singing, Father Quan started to hum himself.

"You are my little little apple

Like the most beautiful cloud in the sky

Spring is here again, flowers are blooming on the hillside

Plant hope and you will reap

I plant a seed

Finally grown fruit

Today is a great day

Take off the stars and give it to you

Pull down the moon and give it to you

Let the sun rise for you every day

Turn into a candle and burn yourself just to illuminate you

..."

Then, there was a hint of shyness on Father Quan's face.

"Who made the music? Why is this word so explicit."

Thinking that he had sang such a long time before, Mr. Quan's face blushed again.

Rong Xiaoqi knew that ancient people were conservative in their thinking, so such lyrics would definitely be unbearable. Humming music is fine, but listening to the lyrics is always confusing.

The eyeballs turned quickly a few times, and he kept track of the songs he could sing in his head.

In my previous life, I didn't have complete five sounds, but I didn't expect that the voice in this life would be nice, crisp, and always have a magical nature.

It can be said to be somewhat similar to the lark.

"Master, should I write you another score?" Rong Xiaoqi asked tentatively.

Sure enough, Father Quan's eyes lit up, and then his eyes were sad again.

"Being a teacher is not like every song."

Rong Xiaoqi naturally knew the degree of pickiness of Mr. Quan, and said directly: "Master Bao is satisfied."

"You sing it out and try it first, and listen to the effect for the teacher." But I would never admit that I was addicted to Rong Xiaoqi's voice.

Rong Xiaoqi nodded very obediently, then opened his lips, and a lark-like voice blasted from his throat, shocking Father Quan.

"Wandering, on the road

Are you on the road going to go viavia

Fragile proud

That was what I was

Boiling and restless

Where are you going viavia

Mysteriously silent

Are you really listening to the story

I used to cross the mountains and the sea

Also through the sea of ​​people

Everything i ever owned

In a blink of an eye, it's like smoke

I was disappointed

Lose all directions until you see the ordinary

Is the only answer"

Yinghong's small mouth was closed up and down, but the voice was not as clear as before. The lower voice line on the immature voice made the voice much lower.

Father Quan looked at Rong Xiaoqi with surprise in his eyes.

"Singing is so good!" Old man Quan praised him without hesitation this time.

Rong Xiaoqi is also caught in her own emotions. The reason why she can sing this song also contains a lot of her own emotions.

The author of this song is called Piao Shu, an original singer. His journey has been quite bumpy. Writing this song is also from his own real life.

Rong Xiaoqi remembers that there is a saying on the Internet that said: Being born as a summer flower is only for the pursuit of instant dazzling, but the ordinary road is an indefinite extension. Not only is full of nostalgia for the frivolous years, but also began to look at the front of the road, time is silent, the road is still far away.

Recall the young man in my heart.

This song was about his age. It had been popular for a while, but then it disappeared. Later, it became popular again.

In this way, many people know the existence of this song.

PS: When I wrote this chapter, I was actually very entangled in my heart, so that just over a thousand words were written at 12 o'clock in the evening. Although this chapter has a lot of lyrics, but because I like songs, I want to write These two classic songs and the creative stories behind them are shared with you. Therefore, in this chapter and the next chapter, I will write about music theory, and then I will rarely mention it, so don’t worry about these two chapters. thanks.