Moba: This AD can seek death and beat dogs.

Qin Lang is not a person who likes to run trains casually.

Since you're ready to do it, you're sure to do it in the next few days.

"The summer season is about to restart, but there are more than 10 days left until the next one. Qin Lang groaned secretly.

Time is plenty for him.

So he had plenty of time to prepare for the following.

The first is the songs.

There are indeed a lot of songs that can be linked to broken love.

But what Qin Lang wanted was the healing type, not the sad one.

"They just broke up, so I can't hurt her a second time. "

In this regard, Qin Lang is still a relatively careful person.

In his spare time, he has been trying to search for memories in his mind, trying to find a song that suits him.

"Qin Lang, why do you always look like you are in a state of mind today?"

The spicy fragrant pot had long noticed that Qin Lang always looked empty, and couldn't help but quip: "Could it be that you were dumped by someone?" 21

"What gave you the illusion that I would be dumped?" Qin Lang retorted sharply.

Chatting with the spicy pot is this more annoying.

All three sentences are inseparable from women.

Perhaps in the eyes of Mala Xiangguo, having a girlfriend is the only place where he can beat Qin Lang.

"Otherwise, you'd be like this all afternoon. "Spicy fragrant pot said.

"What's wrong with me?" Qin Lang said.

The spicy incense pot looked sideways at Liu Qingsong and asked, "Liu Shao, do you think Qin Lang looks like the second male number one who was issued a good person card in the TV series?" "

Qin Lang immediately looked at Liu Qingsong.

And what made him almost faint was that Liu Qingsong actually nodded, "It's really a bit like." "

"I ......"

Qin Lang shook his head, he didn't even want to explain.

"Qin Lang, don't you want to write another song? Rookie's words woke him up.

In the training room, his eyes were all on Qin Lang.

Qin Lang nodded slightly and said, "That's true." "

Sure enough.

Rookie smiled and said, "What type of song do you want to write this time?"

"Healing. Qin Lang replied.

"No one seems to listen to this type of song. "

Spicy Xiangguo complained: "And looking at your appearance, it seems that you are also distressed because of this problem." "

"There are fewer good songs for healing. Liu Qingsong said.

Spicy Xiangguo said: "Isn't he looking for something to do, he can write ancient style or pop songs, why do he want to write a healing song." "

Qin Lang suddenly glared at him, this kid always speaks coldly.

The spicy incense pot turned passive into active, patted Qin Lang's shoulder, and said earnestly: "Listen to my brother's advice, don't write any healing songs, you might as well go and see the starry sky at night when you have that time, maybe inspiration will come." "

"Starry night sky?"

Qin Lang sneered: "Don't say it's the magic capital, even the third- and fourth-tier cities in my hometown can't even see a star on the night......

Just said this.

Qin Lang suddenly froze in place, and a burst of song melodies and lyrics appeared in his mind.

"You ......"

The spicy pot was just about to speak, but it was stopped by Rookie in time.

Spicy Pot looked at Rookie suspiciously, what are you doing?

Rookie put his fingers to his lips, made a boo gesture, and gestured in the direction of Qin Lang.

Only then did the spicy incense pot notice that something was wrong with Qin Lang.

What's wrong with him? (If you read a violent novel, you can go to Feilu Novel Network!)

I guess it's inspiration.

There was an eerie silence in the training room.

Until Qin Lang suddenly took out a pen and paper and began to write and draw on it.

Rookie, who was proficient in music, didn't dare to speak, but quietly leaned over.

It's been a busy time.

Composing music is almost done.

Then it's time to fill in the words.

The task of filling in the words took a short time, and it took less than half an hour to write.

"It's done. "

Qin Lang stretched his body hard, and after working for so long, his body stiffened.

Leng Buding noticed that the spicy incense pot was holding his mobile phone at him, and couldn't help frowning: "What are you doing?"

Mala Xiangguo took back his phone and said with a smile: "It's nothing, I just think you look very handsome when you are focused." "

Qin Lang didn't bother to bother with him.

Rookie looked at the sheet music and asked, "This is your new song?" "

At the mention of this, Qin Lang smiled and said, "Well, it's a new song I wrote." "

The intonation in which he spoke was 893.

At the end, he laughed again, which sounded like self-deprecation.

Others don't care.

Liu Qingsong and Spicy Xiangguo can't read the score, but they can understand the lyrics.

"The evening wind is still very gentle, walking slowly alone. The spicy pot muttered.

Liu Qingsong answered: "At the fork in the street, look at the Milky Way and the stars. "

"The lyrics are a bit simple. The spicy incense pot looked at Qin Lang sideways, as if to say: This is the so-called healing song?

Liu Qingsong was noncommittal.

Compare Qin Lang's previous ancient works.

The lyrics of this song are indeed a bit novice.

It's just that before the song comes out, everything is still difficult to decide.

"By the way, do you sing this song yourself, or do you sing it for others?" asked a key question.

Qin Lang said: "This song is suitable for women to sing. "

"So you're looking for your girlfriends again?" said Mala-Xiangguo raised his eyebrows.

Qin Lang actually smiled when he heard this, "Well, that's a good idea." "

PS: Thank you Su Jiu'er - Sister Jiu'er's three monthly passes.