Chapter 2422: Wedding Songs

Zhou Andong sighed, put down the pen in his hand, and took out a cigarette to light it. The song he liked most was "The Most Romantic Thing," but this song was written in 1992, released as a single in 1993, and included in an album in 1994, released in June.

If it were for an album or a commercial performance, he could buy the copyright to this song. But for a song to give to his wife for their wedding, a bought song wouldn't be appropriate; only one he "wrote" himself would have meaning.

Zhou Andong smoked, his brain spinning constantly. After a few minutes, he picked up his pen and wrote on the draft: "Just Once," "Because of Love," "The Rest of My Life," "Promise."

After all, in his previous life, Zhou Andong had worked in wedding planning and had been a wedding host. He sang these songs at every wedding. Even later, when he opened a bar in the university town, as the boss, he often learned songs with the resident singers and then went on stage to sing.

Next, Zhou Andong wrote a few more songs. Since it was a gift for his wife, he naturally had to write more; he wanted to make his wife happy and make her the happiest bride.

"I'm Married," Zhou Andong wrote on the paper again. He would sing this song when Seeing Jian Qiu entered. In addition, Little Four definitely had to be a flower girl, sending them rings, so naturally, he had to arrange a song for her, which was "To You."

Little Four's sense of music was very good, and she shouldn't have too much trouble singing this song. If she added a little boy, it would be perfect. It was just that seven or eight-year-old children were easy to find, but seven or eight-year-old children who could sing were not easy to find.

The Jian family was immediately excluded by Zhou Andong; those he had good relationships with hadn't married yet. Those he didn't have good relationships with, he naturally wouldn't use. That could only be the Gu family. He would ask Seeing Jian Qiu when the time came.

Thinking about this, Zhou Andong pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, first composed the music for twelve children's songs, and then wrote the lyrics. After finishing, it was already past twelve o'clock at night, and more than three hours had passed.

After all, he rarely sings these songs, and for most of them, he has only heard them; he needs to recall them carefully and pick them out note by note, which wastes time.

Next were the songs to be sung at the wedding; this was simple. Every note and every line of lyrics was in his brain, and he finished it in less than an hour.

Zhou Andong put down his pen and looked at the time; it was already past one o'clock. He organized the manuscript and then got up and walked out. There was a meeting tomorrow, so even if he went to slack off, he couldn't be late.

Zhou Andong came out of the study. The night in early autumn was still a bit cool. He was wearing short sleeves and couldn't help but shiver.

"It's really cool."

Zhou Andong muttered and returned to the guest room. The moment he reached out to turn on the light, he heard a lazy voice.

"What were you writing in the study? It's so late before you came over."

Zhou Andong was startled by the sudden voice. He looked up and saw Seeing Jian Qiu lying on the double bed, looking at him with half-closed eyes.

"My God!" Zhou Andong patted his chest and said unhappily: "Wife, do you know that people scaring people can scare people to death?"

Seeing Jian Qiu burst into laughter, turned over and sat up. The quilt slipped off her body, revealing her charming collarbone and proud upper body. Especially since she was wearing white silk pajamas, which were looming in the light, how could Zhou Andong, who had been holding back for more than half a year, stand this?

He reached the bed in a few steps and pounced on Seeing Jian Qiu. Dry wood met raging fire, and it ignited with a 'bang'. Seeing Jian Qiu stretched out her snow-white arms, hugged Zhou Andong's neck, and responded enthusiastically, entangling with him.

Where skin touched skin, it was like a spring breeze blowing over a thawed stream, causing ripples. Between entangled hair, like vines climbing ancient trees, it was hard to distinguish one from the other. Fingertips brushed across each other's skin, as if touching flower petals with dew in the morning, leaving faint traces.

Breathing intertwined, warm breath condensed into poetry in the air, every breath carrying the rhythm of swaying heartstrings. Clothes slipped off, like butterfly wings shedding restraints, stretching and fluttering in the quiet time.

At this moment, only each other's heartbeats remained between heaven and earth, like the harmony of zither and zither, playing the most moving movement of life. The fusion of spirit and flesh, like stars and moon shining together, bloomed with brilliant light in the deep night sky, softening the years and stunning the time.

Time turned into liquid between the entangled fingers, winding and flowing along the touching skin. Zhou Andong buried his face in Seeing Jian Qiu's neck, where the artery was beating lightly under the skin, which was the drumbeat that belonged only to her. She could feel the vibration in his chest, like the lowest string of a cello being plucked, the lingering charm trembling through all the touching bones.

The last kiss fell, and the two souls fused tightly together. Like two symbiotic plants, the root systems were tightly entangled in the invisible soil, the branches and leaves were stretched and overlapped in the moonlight, brewing all the unspoken words into the sweetness between breaths.

The next morning, it was almost eight o'clock when Zhou Andong woke up. Seeing Jian Qiu was still hugging him tightly in her arms like an octopus, sleeping soundly. It was really a bit crazy last night; it was three o'clock when they slept.

Zhou Andong looked at the time and gently picked up Seeing Jian Qiu's arm. He moved just a little, and Seeing Jian Qiu opened her eyes, her voice carrying a bit of hoarse magnetism.

"Husband, what time is it?"

"It's almost eight o'clock, I have to get up quickly, otherwise I'll be late for the meeting."

"Then get up quickly." Seeing Jian Qiu turned over and sat up, then got out of bed naked, picked up Zhou Andong's clothes to help him put them on, and straightened his collar: "You go wash your face, I have to tidy up the room first."

Zhou Andong looked at the pile of paper balls on the ground and laughed: "Wife, last night you..."

"Shut up!" Seeing Jian Qiu rolled her eyes at Zhou Andong, knowing this bastard had nothing good to say, so she unceremoniously interrupted Zhou Andong's words: "Hurry up and brush your teeth and wash your face, don't be late."

Zhou Andong laughed again, held Seeing Jian Qiu's face, and kissed her on the lips: "The songs for our wedding are finished, there is one for you to sing when you enter, how about it, do you want to sing it?"

Seeing Jian Qiu said pleasantly: "There is also a song for me to sing when I enter?"

"Yes!" Zhou Andong couldn't help but kiss Seeing Jian Qiu again, mainly because this woman was too tempting: "There is also one for us to sing together, tomorrow I will take a day to go to Future Culture and get the arrangement out first."

Seeing Jian Qiu hugged Zhou Andong's neck with both arms and happily returned a kiss: "Husband, the music score is in the study, right? I'll go see it in a while."

Zhou Andong said with a smile: "You can see the song we sing together, after all, you still have to get familiar with it and practice it. But you can't see the other songs, otherwise, there will be no surprise by then."

"Husband!" Seeing Jian Qiu leaned in Zhou Andong's arms. She, who had never known how to act like a spoiled child, actually acted like a spoiled child: "Just let me see it, you letting me see it now is actually also a surprise."

"No!" Zhou Andong was unmoved, completely achieving the state of viewing beauty as nothing, and turned to go to the bathroom.

"If you don't let me see it, then forget it." Seeing Jian Qiu muttered, put on her clothes, and started tidying up. ===== CHAPTER 2423 =====