An Yinhao opened the door and walked into iku's room with two cups in his hand. <. ieng. >
Usually this room is very clean, but at this time it seems a little messy, which shows that the owner of this room has not cleaned it up well.
Looking at iku sleeping at the desk, An Yinhao sighed, walked to the desk, put down the cup, and shook iku gently.
"Hmm," iku slowly opened his eyes, rubbed his eyes, and then looked at An Yinhao numbly.
When An Yinhao learned that Iku suffered from hypotension, he was already used to this situation.
"Wake up, you hard-working girl." An Yinhao waved his hand in front of iku.
Iku nodded drowsily twice at first, and after a while his eyes slowly regained consciousness.
"Ah, it's Yinhao." Iku stood up, straightened his messy hair, and said apologetically to An Yinhao, "I made you laugh."
An Yinhao smiled nonchalantly: "It's okay, don't worry about it."
An Yinhao looked down at the messy papers on the desk, picked up a random piece, and said to iku while reading: "How are you doing? Do you have any ideas?"
After returning home yesterday, Iku didn't know why he told An Yinhao that this matter should be left entirely to her. An Yinhao was originally opposed to it, but in this matter, iku was surprisingly stubborn. An Yinhao couldn't defeat her, so he had no choice but to nod and agree, and was responsible for the final revisions.
"Oh, I don't have any good ideas." Iku showed a disappointed expression.
"Well, ideas are not something that just exist." After looking at some scattered words on the paper, and looking at iku's sleepy appearance, An Yinhao knew that iku had stayed up late yesterday to write songs, " Let’s put this matter aside for now and drink a cup of coffee to wake up.”
An Yinhao picked up the cup on the table and handed it to iku.
"Ah, thank you." iku took the cup and took a sip carefully, "Yes, it tastes good."
"Thank you for the compliment." An Yinhao looked at the faint dark circles in the corners of Iku's eyes who was drinking coffee, feeling a little distressed.
"You really don't need my help"
Although An Yinhao is not very good at writing songs, he is confident that they can write good songs together.
"No, just have me here." After hearing An Yinhao's words, Iku looked at him with dark-rimmed eyes, as firm as before.
"This" An Yinhao saw the look in iku's eyes and he didn't know what to say anymore as he originally wanted to say something else. "Okay, but remember to take a rest."
"Um"
With a sigh, An Yinhao walked out of the room.
After An Yinhao left, iku picked up the pen again and wrote and drew on the paper.
Outside the door, An Yinhao was leaning against the door, and he could faintly hear the sound of writing.
"I won't trouble you for sure"
iku was thinking hard when he heard An Yinhao's voice downstairs.
"iku, come down for breakfast"
Iku looked at the still scattered words on the white paper and sighed.
"Okay, coming right away."
Putting down the pen in his hand, and sorting out the scattered papers on the table, Iku stood up and walked out of the room.
"Sister Iku, I heard that the music club is in trouble." Ling, who was fighting frantically with food at the dinner table, suddenly spoke.
"Well, the school's rule is that the music department has to write a song within a week of building the department. Now there is only one day except today." Iku held his head and shook his twin ponytails in distress, "Wow. I don’t feel confident in my writing.”
Lian raised his head.
"Why don't you let Brother Yinhao help? If it doesn't work, let's find a way together."
iku shook his head with firm eyes: "No, leave this matter to me."
Ling and Lian looked at each other, both seeing the surprise in each other's eyes. They have never seen iku like this before.
"Sister iku, are you okay?" Anyinya also stopped what she was doing and looked at iku.
"Gu will always find a way." Iku showed a troubled expression, but he still tried to show off his strength.
As An Yinhao said before, inspiration doesn't just come.
"Well, don't be too nervous, there will always be a way." An Yinhao said, looking around, "By the way, where's Sister Luka?"
"Sister Luka said that she still has some work at school and let us eat first." Lian answered.
"Really?" An Yinhao nodded, "Then everyone, hurry up and eat. There will definitely be a way to write songs. If you keep worrying about this, you will lose more than you gain."
"oh"
After hearing An Yinhao's words, several little guys lowered their heads and started eating. Only Iku still looked distressed.
An Yinhao couldn't help but shook his head, stood up and said, "You guys eat first, I'll go get something."
"Oh well."
Anyinya nodded without raising her head.
An Yinhao, who was walking towards the door, walked up the stairs while passing by the stairs while no one was paying attention.
In iku's room, An Yinhao held the piece of paper with inconsistent lyrics, his eyes flickering, not knowing what he was thinking.
Soon, An Yinhao picked up a pen and scribbled on the paper, not knowing what he was writing.
"Well, it seems there is still no news in the letter." An Yinhao said as he walked towards the dining table.
"Hey what?" Iku didn't hear what An Yinhao said for a while.
An Yinhao raised his head: "Ah, didn't Ran Zhe say before that the flower and plant breeding expert will reply to us if he receives the news, but it seems that there is still no news now."
"Yeah"
"Well, it seems it will take some time. Fortunately, the flower seeds are fine." An Yinhao said, "Ah, have everyone finished eating?"
An Yinhao's mouth twitched when he saw that there were only clean plates left on the dining table.
"Uh, Brother Yinhao, I'm sorry." Anyinya and the other three lowered their heads.
"Forget it, Yinya will help clean up." An Yinhao picked up the plate and walked to the kitchen.
"I'm here to help too." iku stood up and walked to An Yinhao to prepare for help.
An Yinhao stopped iku and gently pushed her towards the stairs.
"Okay, my minister, you still want to write songs."
iku hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded in agreement.
iku sat at the desk in a daze for a while, then looked at what he had written before.
After thinking hard for a while, iku suddenly had an idea, picked up a pen and wrote quickly on the paper.
After a while, iku raised his head and muttered to himself:
"Ale feels there are some subtle differences, whatever."
In the kitchen, An Yinhao had a smile on his face.
ps: Ha, sorry, this chapter is so bad, please ask for the cover again.
