This is a very similar lock, the tawny lock body is nothing new, but there are two names deeply engraved on it.
She reached out to touch it, fearing that it was another dream of her own.
But the cold rusty touch of her fingertips clearly told her that she was not dreaming.
Two names were engraved on the lock, Huo Hanting and Gu Wanyan.
The engraving is very neat, and it looks like it was carefully carved bit by bit.
Gu Wanyan touched it, and suddenly remembered the man who came back that day covered in morning mist. A cold light flashed across his palm, which turned out to be a carving knife.
She supported her forehead, looked up at the sky, and evaporated the moisture from the corners of her eyes.
The proud son of heaven who grew up in Zhongming Dingshi's family, she knows how confident he is.
Such a person who has always believed in man-made things is willing to believe in such clich¨¦d things.
He really tried everything he could to keep her by his side.
The more she understands what he has done, the more Gu Wanyan understands how desperate he was when she pointed the gun at him and herself in the end.
He has a hundred ways to tie her by his side, but he is reluctant.
Rather let go, both of them continue to live decently.
The person who opened the lock approached here, Gu Wanyan collected her emotions, and asked in German if she could take the lock down for her.
On this bridge, she will disappear sooner or later, and she keeps it as a miracle of fate.
There are more than 20,000 locks on the entire bridge, and it is an adventure for her to meet them.
The lock was dismantled and fell into her palm.
It was only at this time that she realized that her back was uneven, and it was even engraved with words.
Turn around and see that there is a line of English on the back.
love ever shifts.
Love never transfers.
Gu Wanyan was taken aback, touching this line of English, her emotions were complicated and unspeakable.
She knew it was his answer to Doris.
In her eyes at that time, she was his dead wife's substitute, but in Huo Hanting's eyes, the two of them were one.
He loves Gu Wanyan and also loves Doris.
Love never transfers.
Gu Wanyan held the lock and stood up. She stared at the sky and suddenly understood how to perfect the song.
When she came back, she first perfected the song for Wu Jiaren, then threw it to her and asked her to write the lyrics herself.
Wu Jiaren was both surprised and delighted: "You created it so quickly?",
She beat herself to the beat and hummed the tune again: "Yes, yes! It's really nice!"
Gu Wanyan smiled: "As long as you like it."
Wu Jiaren happily went back to her room to write lyrics. After Gu Wanyan pulled out her own song and perfected it a bit, she always felt that the beginning lacked a flavor.
After watching the video of the fashion show several times, she finally found a little inspiration.
The so-called music sometimes mixes sounds that do not belong to musical instruments in the tune.
For example, the sound of waves or wind.
In this song, Gu Wanyan wanted to add some footsteps at the beginning in a whimsical way.
Song Fengya also knows that the upcoming fashion show is mainly aimed at young people, so the rhythm of the music must not be too procrastinated or solemn, and must conform to the current trend.
Adding a little footsteps may make the music beat more rhythmic.
It took Gu Wanyan half a month to make the whole song. During this half month, he and Wu Jiaren went to other countries in Europe one after another. Finally, they heard it in the big and the young, and they all raised their heads. After giving the thumbs up, she also sent the song to Matsufuka.
Wu Jiaren is still playing in a loop.
"how did you do it?"
The music is dynamic and fashionable, with Zheng singing at every rhythm point, adding an antique charm, perfectly interspersed with the cultural heritage of the two countries.
"I have a hunch that this song will definitely become a hit!"
Gu Wanyan smiled slightly: "I would like to borrow your good words."
Then she lowered her head and glanced at her phone, and after seeing the message from Jiang Tingchun on the screen, she raised her lips slightly.
Sister Jiang: I think it is very powerful, and it sounds very good!
She replied casually: "Then you should listen to Qin Qing too, I want to hear more opinions from other people."
Jiang Tingchun agreed.
After a while, I came back and replied: She also feltIt sounds great.
Gu Wanyan lowered her head and smiled, and replied to her by typing: Then you can turn on the single loop mode like Wu Jiaren, and listen to it a few more times.
As soon as the message was sent, the smile on her lips softened a little.
Great, the fish is about to take the bait.
As expected, this song was approved by Matsukazu Yaya. The other party did not reply by email this time, but called directly to communicate with her about some details, and he also said that this song will have to go through the investor's approval. recognized.
investor?
Gu Wanyan frowned, and then stretched out: "Mr. Songfeng, how about this? I just happen to be returning to China, and I am in Rongcheng. Why don't I take my mother's belt to Mr. Huo to listen to it."
Song Fengya didn't doubt that there was him: "Alright, if you have any questions, you should also be able to communicate with Mr. Huo."
Gu Wanyan agreed, and then said with a smile: "You should have received both pieces, right? If that commoner composer submits a piece at that time, can you listen to see if it is exactly the same as my other one? Who is lying at the time is self-defeating."
Song Fengya also sighed: "Actually, if you can get this project, it means that I already believe in you, but this person dares to pretend to be the author, and I will definitely help you find him out."
"Then thank you Mr. Matsukaze first."
Gu Wanyan hung up the phone and opened the window. It was a sunny day outside, and the warmth shone on her body was very comfortable.
The lyrics for Wu Jiaren's piece have also been filled out, so I'm about to go back and record it.
This trip to Europe was not small, and the two of them officially set off on the return journey with the little buns.
It was already late at night when the plane arrived in Rongcheng, and Nian Nian was still very energetic after thinking about it. The time difference between the two of them was a bit overwhelmed.
However, after a long journey, he fell asleep not long after arriving home.
Wu Jiaren also felt tired, and she was not in a hurry to think about the song, so she went back to sleep first, and when she woke up the next day, she found that it was already noon, but when she came out, she found that there were only two children in the living room. There were no other figures.
"Think about it, where's your mother?"
She felt strange, "Did you go out?"
Thinking about shaking his head, he pointed to the closed door of Gu Wanyan's room: "Mom is dressing in the room."
Wu Jiaren nodded and laughed: "It turns out that Doris is late too!"
However, she soon noticed something was wrong.
Because Gu Wanyan has not come out of the bedroom for a long time.
Why does a piece of clothing take so long to wear?
He was a little puzzled, and knocked on the door: "Doris, are you okay?"
The door opened, and a woman in a skirt stood at the door, and then pulled her in: "It's just that you come here to help me with my advice, which one looks good on me?"
Wu Jiaren was dumbfounded as she looked at the messy piles of clothes in the room. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com