Chen Luo spent the entire afternoon writing in his bedroom. Thanks to the hand speed he had honed from chatting and bragging online in his previous life, he wrote more than 40,000 words in the afternoon.
After uploading two more chapters, Chen Luo was about to continue writing when someone knocked on the door from outside. Nana's little head popped out from the crack of the door and blinked at him."My sisters asked me to call you for dinner."
Chen Luo looked at his youngest wife and stood up with a smile. He was about to flirt with her when Nana was dragged away by the baby.
Chen Luo's smile froze, and his face darkened.
He went out of the bedroom and into the dining room. The girls were busy in the kitchen.
At home, they were all dressed very lightly. At a glance, one could see their snow-white legs and tender waists. The room was filled with a fresh fragrance.
There were many people in the house, and the dining table was huge. It was five to six meters long. Everyone sat around the table, and the women naturally sat next to each other. Only Chen Luo sat alone in a corner.
"Why aren't you eating?”
Xu Qing looked at Nana, who was sitting next to her. The little girl was obviously troubled. She picked up the bowl and chopsticks and didn't eat much.
Nana pouted and sighed.
"Why are you sighing?" Liu Tao asked.”
"She's going to participate in the National Violin Competition, and she's worried about not having a song to play."”
"Can't we use an old song?" Yang Mi asked. You have to play an original?"
Nana leaned on the dining table and pouted.""Using an original can improve your results.”
"What's there to worry about?" Yang Mi said."We have a musician in our house."”
Ou Yang Nana then turned her gaze to Kim Tae-Yeon, Rin Yoon-ah, and the sisters, Jeong Soo-Yeon and Jeong Soo-Jeong. Her small face revealed an expectant look. There were really no musicians in China, but there were professional singers in Han.
The four girls looked at each other and shook their heads."We know a little about composition, but we haven't reached the level where we can compose our own songs.”
Nana was a little disappointed, but she quickly looked forward to it. She looked at Taylor Swift. She was a famous talented woman in the United States who could write lyrics and compose music.
Taylor Swift was trying her best to use her chopsticks. For someone who had used knives and forks since she was young, chopsticks were too powerful.
"Me? I'm good at country and pop music. If you sing, I can help you write a song, but a professional violin song..."
Taylor shrugged and gave Nana a helpless look.
" Alright, let's eat first," Zhi Bingbing said." After dinner, everyone can help Nana ask if there's anyone who can compose."”
Under the persuasion of the sisters, Ou Yang Nana ate half a bowl of rice.
Chen Luo looked at her and thought for a while before saying,""If you need it, I can write one for you.”
All the women seemed to have been immobilized and turned to look at Chen Luo. Chen Luo felt a little scared and said,"What's wrong?"
None of the women answered him, and no one talked to him. They all went about their own business, completely treating him as if he didn't exist. They didn't even count on Nana.
It was not that they were deliberately targeting Chen Luo. They could only say that Chen Luo had given them a bad impression. A mentally retarded contestant who could not even finish high school dared to say that he wanted to write a song?
Chen Luo was a little unhappy about this, and his expression became a little ugly. After eating, he did not speak to them and got up to go back to the bedroom.
When he reached his room, Chen Luo lit a cigarette to calm himself down. Then, he continued to compose. He didn't stop until 11 pm.
Rubbing his neck and looking at the 60,000 words in the folder, Chen Luo felt a sense of accomplishment.
After uploading all 60,000 words, he left the room with a cigarette in his mouth and went outside the villa to get some fresh air.
After walking a few steps, he saw Nana sitting on the swing in the flower garden nearby, kicking her fair and tender calves in boredom.
After thinking for a while, Chen Luo walked over and said,""What are you doing? Why aren't you sleeping yet?"
Ouyang Nana turned around and looked at Chen Luo. Her little face was filled with unhappiness. She leaned against the swing rope and pouted."I can't sleep!"
"Because there's no song?"
"Yes!"
Chen Luo smoked his cigarette and was silent for a while. Then he smiled and said,""There will always be a way out. What should be yours will be yours sooner or later. This is not affected by your mentality, so it's useless for you to be depressed.”
Ouyang Nana looked at Chen Luo in confusion. She didn't know what Chen Luo meant.
Chen Luo smiled and did not explain. He turned around and returned to the villa.
Ouyang Nana looked at Chen Luo's back curiously and blinked her big eyes. She felt very strange. Was he really an idiot? It didn't feel like it.
Chen Luo went back to his room and found the written test. He wrote a violin piece in a few strokes.
The song was the classic song from his previous life," Liang Zhu." He had written it for Ou Yang Nana. He had no ulterior motive, but he simply wanted to help her.
Chen Luo took a photo of the song with his phone and sent it to Ou Yang Nana's phone. He didn't write his real name, but he wrote a Mountain King.
At 12 o'clock, Ou Yang Nana was called back by Xu Qing. She went to the room to take a shower. When she went to bed, it was already past 1 o'clock.
Turning off the lights, Ouyang Nana took out her phone and wanted to browse Weibo. After a while, she found that she had an unread email. She opened it and saw a picture inside. It seemed to be a song, a violin song.
"Liang Zhu?"
Nana zoomed in on the picture and started humming the song.
This world also had the story of the Liang Zhu, and it was very widely spread. Naturally, Nana had heard of it.
At this moment, as she hummed the song "Liang Zhu" and thought about the story of Liang Zhu, she suddenly had a strange feeling. It was as if her heart had been scratched by a cat. She could not help but feel excited and wanted to release it.
She lifted the blanket with her eyes wide open and got off the bed barefooted. She was not wearing any clothes, only a pink bra and a small singlet.
She took the violin and forgot that it was late at night. She played the violin absentmindedly.
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