Bian Li rubbed the tip of her little nose, not wanting to tell him very much.

Just when she was not ready to give a specific statement, she looked up and saw He Yunxing's slightly curled mouth.

"Look at me like this... are you very happy?" she complained in a low voice.

Bian Li was originally half-kneeling on the bed. As soon as she said that, the familiarity of the normal state came again, and she was inexplicably relaxing when she was with He Yunxing.

However, this kind of relaxation is still a bit of restraint.

She lay on the bed, put her phone upright, and stood upside down against the bedside table. It was so comfortable to chat with him from such an angle.

He Yunxing looked at the screen swaying, and finally stayed on a not very flat horizontal plane.

Looking down the frozen picture, the girl was lying on the pillow, tilting her head slightly, her almond eyes were like fog, and she looked over with water.

Compared to just now, her face was closer to the camera, so close that he could see the tiny fluff on the little girl's face, and her skin was shattered.

She was completely unprepared for her, and her increasingly bright face opened in front of the camera. While waiting for him to reply, her eyelashes trembled slightly.

He Yunxing was waiting for her to change the camera. At this moment, he coughed gently and spoke softly, "So are you really crying?"

Bian Li curled her lips. The left and right had nothing to do with him, and she didn't have to admit it sternly. Thinking of this, she said stubbornly, "No... I just had itchy eyes and rubbed them."

"I just want to keep me here?" He Yunxing turned a deaf ear and continued to ask.

Suddenly, the slut almost flashed to Bian Li's waist.

She blinked, and the words she said easily pulled away from the vicious circle, "Stay? If you stay, you will probably be beaten to death by my brother."

"So why did he hit me?" He Yunxing raised his eyebrows and asked seriously.

Of course, that's because of the possessiveness of men.

I thought so, but Bian Li didn't say that.

She stared at He Yunxing's face on the screen, and was slightly ecstatic.

To be fair, she likes to see him raise his eyebrows lightly the most.

Because this way, it doesn't seem like the same thing as before, and the faint laziness is just right, and this fleeting ruffianism like a dragonfly is the most attractive.

"Why don't you talk?" He asked, looking at the phone screen that was almost completely still.

Bian Li held her face with one hand, "...I don't know how to answer you, maybe he just thinks you are unhappy."

As soon as these words came out, both sides were silent at the same time.

Bian Li once again regretted why she ordered the video. The embarrassment in the air filled the air everywhere. Even though she was separated by the screen and was in two places, Bian Li's toes were still curled up unconsciously and curled up, and her whole body was covered in numbness and softness.

This sense of powerlessness makes people fall in love and fascinate.

"You...what are you doing?" Bian Li took the lead and asked him.

"You check the post." He Yun woke up and answered quickly.

When Bian Li dared to guarantee the bill, he used an extremely confident affirmative sentence.

He Yunxing smiled and raised his hand to lightly click the screen. The screen immediately flipped completely, and replaced by a large desk.

The desk is very neat, with some slightly scattered files spread out on it, and next to it is a desktop computer with a touch screen, which is a very wide and long style. The computer shows an interface similar to audio files.

The music lines presented above are fluctuating, and the frequency varies accordingly.

Bian Li only saw such scenes in the recording studio when the team was recording new songs. Such scenes usually appear on the music frequency modulation processor in front of the tuner.

Before she could finish looking, He Yunxing's voice rang out, "I'm not lying to you, I'm working on music documents."

Bian Li hummed twice, but she didn't say he lied to her. This person is really good at scheming.

Then, she soon discovered something was wrong, "Huh... haven't you returned to the dormitory?"

Such a large desk on the picture should obviously not appear in the dormitory.

It is said that the dormitory of Ace and Gemini are opposite, and the dormitory structure is just symmetrically distributed, and the pattern should be the same.

Their dormitory has no bedroom and small attic and then left the kitchen, and there is no room like the study.

He Yunxing quickly eliminated her doubts and explained, "In the dormitory, my own creative room is connected to the cloakroom."

What's the thing??

Creative room?Cloakroom??

She was connected to He Yunxing’s balcony, and after preconceived the idea that the two people’s room types should be exactly the same.

So, are there so many differences in this?

At least there is no cloakroom in her bedroom except for the bathroom, let alone the creative room.

"Hey, it's really strange. There isn't one in my bedroom. I feel that your apartment is much better than ours."

"There are more differences. You can come and have a look." When He Yunxing went to their dormitory last time, he discovered the differences in the apartment types of the two combined dormitories.

"Look?" Bian Li said this, and the eagerness to try before came to her heart again.

To be honest, she really wanted to cross the railings of the balcony. They were not high or low, and they were blocked tightly next to them, so there was no safety hazard.

Such thoughts have lasted for a long time, and Bian Li almost felt that if she had a dream one night, she would definitely jump over, then knock on He Yunxing's balcony door, and show him what a Chinese ghost is.

Fortunately, she has no habit of sleepwalking.

He Yunxing's camera was still swaying against the computer screen, and his voice was tempted, "Come on?"

Bian Li whispered and said, "I'm not in the dormitory now..."

This is what willing means.

He Yunxing didn't expose her, but just said, "Then I'll wait for you."

The two chatted together. During this period, He Yunxing picked up the pen and scratched two pieces on the paper. Bian Li didn't look carefully, and the focus of her eyes was all on his hands.

As a veteran Yan Gou, Bian Li fell in love again.

He Yunxing's bones are thin, his knuckles are distinct and slender as jade. When he holds the pen, his knuckles are thrust, and the subsequent tiger's mouths are also very obvious ups and downs.

It's ups and downs, clean and smooth, and looks very beautiful.

Bian Li suddenly remembered that once she was driven by curiosity and searched for He Yunxing on Weibo.

The first one that popped up was a collection of his beautiful hands, which were available on all occasions.

What impressed me the most was the cover he photographed for top domestic magazines. He was dressed in solid color formal attire, elegant and abstinent, and his straight and straight lines were stuck in the tie.

His black hair drooped slightly, his eyes were low, his cold and white face was filled with a three-point smile and seven-point coldness. His tie was slightly disbanded, revealing half of his collarbone.

And those hands were gently placed on the tie, and every tricky detail was clamoring for the indescribable charm.

Bian Li still remembers the reply that was topped with a hot comment below.

[If you can sleep until your brother is like this, you will be the winner in life. If your hand is so foul, how lucky your future wife will be.]

Bian Li was all focused on the last three words. When she read it, she just secretly praised her. When she looked back, she felt a little bad.

Because, she was about to explode.

He Yunxing didn't notice Bian Li's distractedness, but just mentioned something inadvertently and spoke slowly, "Do you still remember Shengdian's new life test?"

Bian Li's thoughts were ticked back by his newly raised topic. Without thinking, she nodded immediately, "Remember, what's wrong?"

Every year, new students who enroll in Shengdian will have the so-called freshman test.

Only by passing this level can one be considered a formal student of Shengming Film Academy. But in fact, it is not a big deal if you fail.

This admission test is a simple form. As long as you take the exam, you can get the second class score that is required on campus.

At this time, the seniors and seniors will provide a question bank, just memorize it. If you want to get high scores, it is not particularly difficult to spend more time.

But at this moment, Bian Li didn't know what He Yunxing was talking about.

Feeling her doubts, He Yunxing said concisely, "There is a subjective topic in the end, talking about Berlioz. Do you still remember?"

Bian Li opened her mouth, yawned a little, nodded, and then her little head was completely tilted on the pillow, and she said softly, "Well... But I just have a little impression of it, is the one who wrote "Symphony of Fantasy"?"

"Yes." He Yunxing held the pen and tapped it gently on the paper, which was unknown.

"So? Keep going..." Bian Li's voice became smaller and smaller, and a shallow sleepiness came, but she was supported by the pleasure of chatting with He Yunxing in her heart, so she continued to listen obediently.

He Yunxing didn't even observe her expression at the moment. He was deliberately avoiding her gaze at this moment.

He was silent for a while, and then said, "His lover is Smithson."

Without waiting for Bian Li to reply, He Yunxing slowly explained.

"According to legend, Berlioz has pursued his lover for five years, and he has written many love letters to Smithson and created a lot of music for this."

"His lover is where all his love comes from, and his music is also an improvisation that he releases inspiration and transforms love and preserves it."

"The question at the time was, do you recognize it or not to think it was a romantic thing."

“My answer is – yes.”

He Yunxing was quietly listening to the regular breathing sounds conveyed from the other end of the screen, very light.

So light and fluttering, like feathers blown by the wind, making people feel itchy in their hearts.
To be continued...