Chapter 242: , Machine Edge

Around seven o'clock, Li Heng had to stop writing due to hunger.

At this time, the sky outside had long since gradually darkened, pitch black like ink, and scattered electric lights were like stars in the night sky, beautiful and brilliant.

He didn't seem to move much at the desk, but brain-intensive work is particularly easy to make one hungry.

Look, his stomach started growling and making a fuss two hours ago.

Pushing open the study door, Li Heng was a bit surprised by the two women on the sofa: "When did you come? Why are there so many dishes? Are they prepared for me?"

He was hungry, and suddenly seeing so many good things to eat, he was overjoyed.

Sun Manning curled her lips: "We've been here for more than an hour, the dishes are cold, frozen. You only just noticed us."

Mai Sui got up, carrying the food boxes full in both hands: "I re-cooked the rice, these dishes can be eaten after heating, you're hungry, hurry up and wash your hands, let's eat immediately."

"Hey, alright!"

Originally, he planned to solve the dinner problem at the school gate. Now that he could eat a hot meal at home, Li Heng was in an exceptionally good mood.

Looking at the graceful figure going downstairs, he had a feeling of the enjoyment of an emperor in ancient times.

Wandering between the two for a few times, Sun Manning on the side asked coldly: "Is Mai Sui good? Is she virtuous?"

"That goes without saying, she couldn't be better," Li Heng answered casually.

Sun Manning said: "It's a pity I'm not a man, otherwise I would definitely pester her to marry me as my wife."

Li Heng stretched, walked towards the washroom: "Haha, it's indeed a pity, work hard in the next life."

Sun Manning really wanted to say "Then you can," but the words reached her lips and she swallowed them back. Because she lost her confidence as soon as she thought of Song Yu and Xiao Han.

Lost confidence for Sui Sui!

Moreover, she and Song Yu were as close as sisters, and they corresponded every month. Between the two women, she couldn't do favoritism.

Hope I really thought too much... Sun Manning finally brought out this thought again to comfort herself.

Otherwise, just imagining the scene where Song Yu and Mai Sui would fight for the same man and break up completely in the future made her feel that the scene was very terrifying.

5 dishes, heated in a few minutes.

Li Heng wiped his wet hands with a dry towel, leaned in greedily to smell this dish and that dish, and asked particularly happily: "Why are there so many good dishes, and they are all my favorites."

Seeing him as naughty as a child, Mai Sui smiled tenderly: "The dishes in the store are fresh, so I just ordered a few more."

Hehe! Was it really ordered casually? Wasn't it carefully picked? Do you really think this girl is blind? Fine, I won't expose you. Sun Manning helped serve rice and take chopsticks, silently complaining.

The three sat around the table. Only after Li Heng finished half a bowl of rice to pad his stomach did Sun Manning start to speak: "Hey, Li Heng, are you really going to the Spring Festival Gala?"

"Mm, why are you still questioning?"

"It just feels like a dream."

"Ah?"

"Don't 'ah', I can't bear to see you now, I really want to beat you to death! Your changes this year are too big, you're a writer, and you're going to the Spring Festival Gala. You make me not dare to stay by your side, I'm going to be jealous to death." Sun Manning said she was jealous, but her face was full of admiration.

Li Heng picked a dish for her to show comfort: "Don't be like this, we are good friends, not siblings but better than siblings."

Saying that, he also picked dishes for Mai Sui: "Comrade Mai Sui, thank you for your hard work. After I finish this book, I will definitely make a few big meals to reward you."

"Okay," Mai Sui's eyes were charming, and her smile was soul-hooking, making people intoxicated.

Seeing her best friend's charming attribute suddenly explode, Sun Manning's heart was broken, and she was inexplicably restless, really wanting to lean over and kiss her.

However, noticing that Li Heng only had appreciation and no obsession in his eyes, his image in Sun's heart instantly rose a lot.

It's a pity, his world only has those three women, he doesn't understand Sui Sui's unique beauty, Sun Manning felt a bit regretful inexplicably.

Mai Sui asked with concern: "Where is 'Cultural Bitter Journey' written to?"

"The 37th chapter, I plan to write 6 more chapters to finish," Li Heng replied.

Mai Sui estimated: "Then can it be finished in December?"

"Mm, that's my plan," Li Heng nodded.

After dinner, the three agreed to meet at 3:30 tomorrow afternoon and went about their business.

Mai Sui and Sun Manning returned to the dormitory together.

Li Heng continued to write in the study.

On the way back, Sun Manning suddenly asked: "Sui Sui, do you think Xiao Han will make a surprise attack tomorrow like last time?"

After asking, she secretly observed her best friend's expression, wanting to find some flaws.

But Mai Sui had no waves, "Hard to say. However, Xiao Han is a very smart person, the things you worry about won't happen."

Sun Manning didn't quite believe it: "Meeting Zhou Shihe once is fine, but bumping into her twice, can she still be calm?"

She was clearly throwing a stone to ask the way, killing two birds with one stone. The two birds referred to Mai Sui and Zhou Shihe, wanting to test how strong Xiao Han's jealousy was?

Mai Sui smiled: "Don't underestimate Xiao Han, she liked Li Heng since middle school. Being able to endure for so many years, how could she make trouble for a girl she just met? Also, what exactly do you want to say?"

Sun Manning put her hands behind her back, stepped on her best friend's shadow, and smiled: "I don't want to say anything, I'm helping Song Yu calculate the winning rate."

On the other side, study.

After writing for another 3 hours or so, the 37th chapter of "Cultural Bitter Journey" was finally finished and revised once.

Later, he went to the attic to rest for a while, breathe fresh air, and relax his brain.

It was almost 11 o'clock now, and the night was deep. The fake Daoist stood in the alley and shouted at Building 25:

"Siya, Siya..."

Chen Siya appeared on the second-floor balcony, looking down and reminding: "What are you shouting in the middle of the night, aren't you afraid of disturbing others."

"Hey! That kid Li Heng is watching the wind in the attic, and Shuheng isn't home, how could it disturb others? Come down, I have something to tell you," the fake Daoist looked up.

Chen Siya greeted Li Heng across the air, saying: "If you have a fart, let it out!"

After a stalemate for a while, the fake Daoist had no choice, "Come down and drink some wine, I made the steak you like."

Li Heng was speechless. Making such a big commotion just to drink some wine, this drunkard's intention not being in the wine was also too obvious. If Sister Chen would agree, there would be ghosts.

Sure enough, Chen Siya didn't even bother to answer, and went straight into the room.

The fake Daoist stood in the alley like a wife-waiting stone for a long time, and finally turned to Li Heng: "You guy, stop watching the play, come down and drink with me."

Li Heng shouted: "Old Fu, is there any knockout drug or aphrodisiac in the wine? I'm allergic to these things."

Old Fu became anxious as soon as he heard it, peeked at Building 25, and shook his arms vigorously:

"Don't talk nonsense, your associations are rich, and you have many tricks. Are you coming to drink or not?"

Li Heng refused, teasing: "Not coming, I have something to do later. Why don't you call Professor Chen over to accompany you?"

"Shh! Shh! I'm really afraid of you." Old Fu didn't dare to talk to him anymore and fled back to the room in fear.

Li Heng found it funny, and also felt a bit of sympathy. It really lived up to that sentence, sigh, a licking dog, licking until the end, having nothing.

Standing on the attic for about 20 minutes, he finally drilled into the study again, laid out a piece of white paper, cleared his thoughts, and started to write.

This time it wasn't writing a book, but writing out the music score of "The Original Landscape of Hometown."

Writing the clay flute part wasn't enough. He spent more than half an hour writing a rough version of the prelude and accompaniment for the piano and violin.

The prelude and accompaniment were really just a rough version, and they were guessed based on the memory of what he heard in his previous life.

His idea was very simple, having a rough prototype as a foundation was better than having nothing at all, and then he would discuss it properly with Professor Yu and Zhou Shihe tomorrow to further improve and refine the arrangement.

PS: Overslept, fell asleep while sitting, three or four times, mm...

(More to come)

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