To be honest, when Brother Ziyuan asked this question with a serious face, Hao Yun's first instinctive reaction was to deny it.
However, when he just planned to do this, he soon realized that he was doing useless work.
Regardless of whether he admits it or not, this matter has become a hot topic. Now almost everyone across the country knows that in addition to being a billionaire, Mr. Hao, a versatile man, also has a vest of "unknown places in the depths of the clouds".
As long as you don’t surf the Internet at all and don’t follow your circle of friends, it’s impossible that you haven’t heard of this.
Looking at Liang Ziyuan with a serious look on his face, Hao Yun sighed and gave up the idea of denying it.
"When did you first know about it?"
Liang Ziyuan answered simply.
"Welcome party."
Orientation party
Wasn't that what happened in October last year
Hao Yun felt embarrassed for a while when he thought that he had spent so much effort to hide it, but ended up not being able to hide it for even a month.
"Gan! Why didn't you tell me then?"
Liang Ziyuan: "I am just guessing, and there is no evidence. Besides, there is no need to expose it, right?"
Hao Yun: "..."
Seeing that Hao Yun didn't speak, Liang Ziyuan continued.
"Actually, there's something I don't understand."
Hao Yun: "What's going on?"
Liang Ziyuan: "Why are you so sensitive about becoming famous? In fact, I think even if others know... it's not a bad thing, right?"
Hao Yun was silent for a while, then sighed.
"It's really not a bad thing, it's just that I don't really enjoy the feeling of being noticed by many people."
Liang Ziyuan shook his head and said.
"Really? I don't quite understand your thoughts... Maybe my practice is not enough."
As he spoke, he walked to his chair and sat down, picked up the guitar and put it on his knees, and swept his index finger across the strings twice.
As the melodious melody floated into his ears, Hao Yun's eyes lit up slightly and he looked at him in disbelief.
"Did you write it down?"
This musicality is a bit awesome!
I only played that piece of music that I couldn't remember three times. Considering that this guy had just returned to the dormitory, I probably only listened to it once. Being able to completely reproduce this melody without a musical score is already very impressive in a sense.
Is this the musicality of 8 potential points
But why is it so hard to sing when you usually sing
Hao Yun became increasingly puzzled.
"That's not true. I just thought it sounded good, so I played it based on my feeling. In fact, I only remembered this short section..."
Noticing that Hao Yun was looking at him intently, Liang Ziyuan suddenly had a look of surprise on his face, raised two fingers and swore.
"Don't worry, you can trust my character. I will never spread this song without your consent."
"Don't get me wrong, I believe in your character, but... I feel a little surprised." Hao Yun stared at Liang Ziyuan in surprise, suddenly his heart moved, and continued, "Can you write the score of the melody you just played? Come down?"
"Music?" After a slight pause, Liang Ziyuan nodded, "No problem, no problem. Do you want it now...?"
"Yes, yes, hurry up and stop the ink stains."
At Hao Yun's urging, Liang Ziyuan picked up a pen and wrote down the score on the draft paper.
Taking the score over, Hao Yun read the score he had written and nodded approvingly.
"good."
Looking at Hao Yun who was staring at the draft paper with interest, Liang Ziyuan thought for a long time but still couldn't figure out what this guy wanted to do.
After hesitating for a moment, he spoke.
"Speaking of which, you've already filled in the lyrics. Do you have a complete version of the score? I'm a little curious about what it feels like to play it in its entirety."
After hearing this question, Hao Yun, who was thinking about the short prelude score on the draft paper, shook his head and said without thinking.
"There is indeed a complete version, but I accidentally lost it."
"Lost it?" Liang Ziyuan was stunned, "No, it can be lost? Then do you still remember how to sing it? What about the lyrics? It's all gone?"
"Unfortunately, they are all gone. And because of the long time, except for this short prelude, I can't remember the rest." Shrugging, Hao Yun continued with a look of helplessness, "I'll wait someday. I’ll talk about it when I remember.”
Although this was the truth, Brother Ziyuan obviously misunderstood.
He sighed and said understandingly.
"Okay, forget it if you don't want to reveal it."
Hao Yun: "..."
I really can’t remember it!
Although he said it was okay, Liang Ziyue was obviously still unwilling to do so.
He played the intro melody twice with his guitar in his arms. The more he played, the more interested he became in the song. He couldn't help but continue to ask.
"Can you at least tell me the name of that song?"
Looking at the stubborn Ziyuan brothers, Hao Yun said in a dumbfounded voice.
"Do you know what this is for? I told you I forgot about it."
Liang Ziyuan asked still unwilling to give up.
"What if you think about it again while I'm playing?"
Hao Yun rolled his eyes and was about to say, "If you sing like this, I'm afraid I'll forget everything."
However, at this moment, a flash of inspiration suddenly passed through his mind.
Like a flash across the lake.
He spoke, almost out of his mouth.
"If I remember correctly..."
"It seems to be called White Moonlight and Cinnabar Moles."
White moonlight and cinnabar mole
After hearing this answer, Liang Ziyuan stopped playing with the strings and fell into deep thought.
I don’t know if he got any inspiration from this name, but this guy finally stopped.
Until the end of the day, Hao Yun didn't remember how this song was sung.
To be honest, he had almost given up after thinking about it for so long without having a clue.
After all, similar experiences have happened to him in the past 19 years.
However, just when Hao Yun thought that this episode in his life had just passed, Brother Ziyuan showed him what persistence is through actions.
Almost every night between eight and ten o'clock, this guy would be holding a guitar there and tirelessly repeating the melody at the beginning of this short section, playing and asking him questions from time to time.
"Do you remember it?"
The answer is obvious.
"No."
Liang Ziyuan was not discouraged and continued the single cycle as if no one else was watching. It seemed like this guy had made up his mind and wouldn't stop until he remembered the song for him.
Faced with such a situation, Hao Yun didn't know what to say to him.
When asked why he was so persistent, he had only one answer.
"It's such a shame to just forget about it."
All right.
This is indeed a reason.
Although Hao Yun, who has become accustomed to forgetting, does not feel it is a pity. At most, he has considered using this song as a breakthrough to open up the memory blockade.
If it really couldn't be pried, he wouldn't force it.
However, the attitudes of brother Ziyuan and him were completely different. This guy's attitude towards everything was that he would not look back even if he hit a wall, and even ten horses could not pull him back from the things he was sure of.
But no matter what, listening to a melody for a long time may make people's ears calloused, but it is better than letting this guy freely play there to torture the ears, so Hao Yun let him go.
But compared to Hao Yun's free and easy attitude, the other two roommates were not so open-minded.
Singing it over and over again, no matter how beautiful the song is, turns into chanting.
Rushing back to school on the last day before the start of school, Lao Zheng, who was lying on his back, listened to the melody played and sung repeatedly "N+1", turned his head towards Hao Yun with a painful look on his face, and spoke to him with his eyes. asked.
"Is this guy stimulated by something?"
Hao Yun shook his head and returned a helpless look.
Finally unable to bear it any longer, Lao Zheng asked.
"Since when did he become like this?"
Hao Yun sighed and said helplessly.
"Isn't he always like this?"