Bigshot Gets Loved By All After Transmigrating Into A Book

He sat down at the piano, put his fingers slowly on the keys, and played it smoothly.

The gentle music reverberated in the room. The man sitting by the piano was handsome and handsome. The sunlight reflected on his profile. In the warm light and shadow, it was as beautiful as a picture scroll.

Maybe that's how Prince Charming is described in fairy tales, right?

The violin stopped abruptly.

When Jiang Xingyi turned to Jiang Yu, she just raised her head.

She put down the pen in her hand, put the paper on the table, and commented, "It sounds good."

"However, there has been no inspiration in the follow-up, so it has been left here and not finished."

"It will be finished."

Jiang Xingyi only thought that Jiang Yu was encouraging him, "Of course, your brother and I are original singers, and I have to write several songs a year."

Jiang Yu said nothing.

Later, after staying at Jiang Xingyi's house for a while, Jiang Yu got up to leave. Jiang Xingyi took her out of the community, helped her stop the car, gave her the fare, and wrote down the license plate number before leaving.

When he got home, he smiled when he thought of Jiang Yu's obedient appearance, and then returned to his studio.

In the process of getting along with Jiang Yu just now, he had a little inspiration again, and he had to write it down quickly so that he would not forget it later.

Jiang Xingyi wrote down the tune while trying the sound, and the time passed in minutes and seconds.

He stood up, stretched, and his eyes happened to fall on a piece of paper on the table.

Thinking that Jiang Yu was sitting at the table at the time, writing and drawing on paper with a pen, Jiang Xingyi became a little curious and wanted to see what the little girl wrote.

He walked over and picked up the paper.

There was a series of numbers on the piece of paper with only half of the score.

Jiang Xingyi didn't care too much, maybe the little girl wrote it casually, maybe she thought of some math problems.

Although Xiaomei thought of math problems when he was playing the piano, it seemed a bit unpleasant.

Although it may seem a little rude to draft a musician's score, it is someone else, and Xiaomei is not someone else.

Jiang Xingyi went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of boiled water. He was still thinking about perfecting his inspiration for the little section just now. He hummed a little while walking, and when he returned to the studio, he wrote a small series of notation.

After writing it, Jiang Xingyi played it again and revised the musical notation.

Then, when he was revising, he suddenly thought of something, and inspiration flashed in his mind. He quickly took over the piece of paper that Jiang Yu had left a mark on just now, and took a closer look. He subconsciously played the string of numbers again...

Jiang Xingyi: ! ! !

If that string of numbers is used as a musical notation, this piece of music and his half of the notation really go together perfectly!

Jiang Xingyi played it again, and he was instantly inspired, and he continued to write!

The light and shadow on the floor are getting longer and longer.

When Jiang Xingyi revised it over and over again and felt that he was finally satisfied, the sky darkened.

He turned on the light in the room, his face was still bright, and he didn't feel tired at all.

Jiang Xingyi made a phone call and went out.

"It's me, the theme song of the new album. I've already written the song, but I haven't filled in the lyrics yet. I'll send it to you first."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Xingyi breathed a sigh of relief.

It is his tradition to release a new album a year. Originally, the theme song of this year's new album has not been set, but now it is finally settled.

only……

A question appeared in Jiang Xingyi's mind.

Was that string of numbers just written by the little sister?