There were half-written arrangements scattered on the ground, and many of the papers had two lines written on them with a pen and then crossed out. There were seven or eight such papers next to the chair where Qiao Nian was sitting.
After she replied to Guan Yan's message, she put her phone aside, propped up her long, straight legs under the table, and glanced at the scattered waste paper on the ground.
Qiao Nian bent down to pick up a piece of paper and held it high towards the light.
The white paper was not thick to begin with, and when the light passed through it, the line of scribbled handwriting on it became even more eye-catching.
As Qiao Nian read on, he seemed to have found inspiration. He immediately sat up straight, picked up the pen again, and wrote a string of notes on the paper.
“Knock, knock.”
Half an hour later, there was a knock on the door.
Qiao Nian looked around and said without raising his head, "The door is not closed."
Ye Wangchuan came in from outside.
As soon as he entered the room, he saw that the girl had only turned on one light. Under the dim light of the desk lamp, she was sitting cross-legged in front of the desk, her jet-black hair casually draped over her shoulders. She was wearing loose casual clothes, her slender white neck sunk down into the collar, and her whole body exuded a rare sense of leisure and comfort.
Ye Wangchuan walked over and asked in a hoarse voice: "What are you writing?"
"Hmm." Qiao Nian moved slightly and turned sideways for him to see: "National Tsing Hua University is going to participate in a music arrangement competition. There is no one in the traditional instrument group, so I will participate in it instead."
This was exactly what he had thought.
"Yeah." Ye Wangchuan was not surprised. Seeing the scraps of paper scattered on her desk and on the floor, he came forward to pick one up and threw it into the trash can for her, and said casually, "Is it going well?"
Qiao Nian watched him tidy up the table for her, let go of the pen in her hand, and let her arm hang casually by the chair, looking lazy: "It's okay."
Ye Wangchuan had already put away the unwanted draft papers on her desk, leaving only the one next to her hand. There were a lot of music scores densely written on it, and there were also traces of ink corrections. It should be that Qiao Nian deleted and modified the inappropriate parts immediately during the arrangement process.
"I barely finished a draft." Qiao Nian looked at him and said, "I'll need to polish it more carefully later. It would be best if I could try it on a musical instrument."
Ye Wangchuan quickly tidied up the desk that she had messed up. He stood as tall as a pine tree under the soft light, his affectionate eyes looking as if to seduce people: "Have you thought about how to celebrate your birthday?"
"Huh?" Qiao Nian's mind was full of composing and Nie Qingru, and he didn't think about himself at all.
Seeing her looking at him in confusion, Ye Wangchuan knew that she had completely forgotten the original intention of coming back. His slender fingertips unconsciously pressed on the center of her brows, and he sighed helplessly, "Your birthday is coming soon, have you ever thought about how to celebrate it?"
Qiao Nian finally reacted and said indifferently: "It's just a meal."
"Have a meal?"
"Me, Qin Si, Mr. Bo, my family, your family, and all these relatives and friends will get together to have a meal." Qiao Nian said it very casually, which showed that she really hadn't thought about how to celebrate her birthday.
Ye Wangchuan couldn't help but look at her with deep eyes, pursed his lips for a long time, and brushed the hair on her shoulders with his fingertips: "Is it that simple?"
Qiao Nian had already turned his attention back to composing the music, without even looking up: "What else?"
Ye Wangchuan looked at the light falling on her thin shoulders and said slowly, "Do you know how people of your age in Jingshi celebrate their birthdays?"
(End of this chapter)