Music Department Games

Chapter 62 062: Music Influences My Writing
After Zuo Yuanxin met Shen Nian last time, she returned to the dormitory and rarely went out.

Get up as usual in the morning, then stretch your body, then start typing at your desk, order takeaway at meal time, and if you need to walk around, then go to the cafeteria for a meal. It is rare to go out of the circle of this university.

One is because the incident that happened last night cast a shadow on her, and the other is that she is preparing the outline of a new novel and needs to "retreat".

She wrote an open ending in the last book, which was complained by many people.

But since the application has been completed, it is natural to ignore it.

The outline is the skeleton of a book, and the content is the flesh and blood, so he first listed the complete outline of this book and prepared to open a "new pit".

This is a love essay about music.

Longing for sweet love is every girl's right to imagine, and she naturally likes to imagine these too.

In fact, there has always been a secret hidden in her heart, which is also the reason why she wants to write marriage and love essays.

On her desk was Mr. Yu H's "Music Influenced My Writing", and she thought of a morning shortly after school last semester.

Zuo Yuanxin felt that the morning weather was good that day, so she wore a long beige dress and went out to read a book. She didn't like the smell of carbon dioxide mixed with breakfast in the library, so she came to the pavilion in Cuiping Mountain.

Naturally, she has to relax during the holidays. She doesn't hold on to the introduction to literature all the time. She has been studying modern and contemporary literature, so she chooses "The Development and Research of RB Private Fiction" to read.

The morning of Cuiping Mountain is still very suitable for reading. The morning breeze brings the slight fishy smell of the muddy water from Jingyue Lake of the school to the top of the mountain. The scent of ink mixed with the books in hand caresses the face very comfortably.At least before the sun comes out, there is still a refreshing taste in this morning.

It seems that we have come to the right place, not only quiet, but also comfortable.

Then a few female students came, they were supposed to recite words, but she ignored them.

After a while, a boy came up the mountain with a piano box, but she didn't pay attention, it was just a holiday, so it was not unusual for someone to come and go in the gazebo.

Before she was paying attention, the sound of the piano had already rang, and it quickly attracted the attention of most of the girls in the gazebo this morning.

Zuo Yuanxin raised her head and found that the boy was standing on the other side of the gazebo playing the piano because she was afraid of the sound of the piano. Zuo Yuanxin happened to go out without glasses that day. She couldn't do it with the human face.

She glanced at it, didn't care, and continued to flip through the book.

Although Zuo Yuanxin had never learned a musical instrument, she knew it was a violin.

She didn't care about others, and started to turn the pages of the book on her own. Her ears could hear the melodious sound of the piano, and her five sense organs could feel the morning breeze, which made her feel refreshed when she was a child.

Sometimes when Zuo Yuanxin heard Shen Nian playing a slow-paced piece, she would be fascinated by it, even though her eyes were fixed on the book, her ears were still listening to the sound of the piano.

The female students reading books next to them started talking about that side, which made Zuo Yuanxin glance at their faces twice.

A girl covered her face with a textbook, exposed her eyes and whispered to the other girl, "What a handsome little brother, are you so lucky this morning?"

The other girl's eyes were narrowed with a smile, and she looked straight at the boy playing the violin: "Wow, you are such a beautiful and talented little milk dog!"

Zuo Yuanxin saw the intoxicated expressions on their faces, and immediately thought of some scenes of love, and felt a sense of being young.

The author likes to observe life, what if the scenes of these fans are integrated into the novel?

She closed the book, felt the breeze, listened to the music and looked ahead, her thoughts began to wander.

After thinking for a while, she wrote the outline of the next book on the blank page of the book:
The male and female protagonists met in the gazebo of the school. The male protagonist likes to play the violin. The female protagonist is a female student of literature and art.
Now that she has sorted out the outline, there are almost no problems, but the most important thing is that she has no practical basis. She is an experiential author, and she needs to understand some professional music knowledge that will appear in the article in the future.

This is why she always reads the book "Music Affects My Writing" on music and literature, and it is also the reason why she felt the need to buy a violin last time. This is what she has hidden in her heart.

The outline is written, but the music practice is a little less, where is she thinking about learning this violin?Can't Baidu?As if this is not a thing.

Finally, she took out a leaflet folded several times from the white cloth bag, which was sent to her by a part-time worker when she was shopping on Nanmen Street a month ago. The hot sun was very hard, so she took the list, and when she saw that it was an art flyer, she folded it and threw it into her backpack.

Now that she took it out, she carefully read the contents above.

"The Octave Art Training Center?"

She murmured to herself, "Can you teach anything?"

Since everything can be taught, then naturally the violin can also be taught, right?
she thought so.

Without hesitation, she changed into her pajamas, put on the long white dress casually, put cream on her face, put on the beige backpack and went out.

At this time, it was almost six o'clock in the afternoon, the sun had already set in the west, and the road was steaming with heat. She held up a parasol and was not hungry yet, so she decided to go and have a look and eat when she came back and passed the cafeteria.

After leaving the south gate of the school, we bypassed the Philharmonic Piano Shop, and found the city food according to the address on the leaflet.

Walking a little further into the street from the city food, she saw the sign of "Eight Degree Art Training Center".

At the door, I heard the sound of drums and pianos inside. There were children running in and out of the gate. This is simply a paradise for children.

But as an adult like myself, can I teach here?
She hesitated and walked in.

In the lobby, an aunt in her 40s was talking to two little girls at the front desk. Seeing a guest coming in, she asked Zuo Yuanxin to sit down first.

Zuo Yuanxin is not busy either, and if no one greets her, she is going to walk around in the training class. The sound of various musical instruments and the teacher's lecture can be heard in the hall.

Didn't pay attention, suddenly a little girl bumped into her leg, the little girl had two small scorpions tied on her head, like horns soaring into the sky, she bumped into someone, hurriedly raised her head and looked at the person in front of her with her big eyes. this sister.

Zuo Yuanxin thought she was so cute, so she patted her head with a smile.

Jiang Chunlan finally politely rejected which two children again, and asked the girl in white in the hall after drinking a glass of water:

"Hello, are you here to apply for the front desk job?"

(End of this chapter)