Fang Changan returned the ipod to Shen Mo and asked again: "Do you like Jay Chou?"

Shen Mo nodded vigorously, Fang Changan smiled and said, "I like it too."

Shen Mo pursed his lips and smiled, and asked in a low voice: "Have you listened to all your new albums?"

Fang Changan shook his head. He didn't know what the new album was at all. Shen Mo pointed to the headphones, "The "Dongfeng Po" just now is the song in the new album. Is it good?"

Fang Changan nodded, "It feels better than before."

"Uh-huh!"

The little girl seemed to have found a confidant and nodded vigorously again: "I think so too! "In the Name of Father" is also nice, I will broadcast it to you."

She tuned the song and looked at Fang Changan's expression expectantly. Fang Changan had to cooperate to make the first time he listened, and exclaimed: "Wow... it feels very different?"

"Right? I feel that way too."

She was a little proud, and felt that she shouldn't have been like this. She tried to restrain herself, but the corners of her mouth still couldn't help but curl up, leaned against Fang Changan, and whispered: "These two songs I like most in this album."

Fang Chang'an nodded without saying a word, as if I was listening to music seriously. When Shen Mo saw it, he didn't feel angry, but he became happier and listened to music seriously.

After listening to a song, Fang Changan asked again: "Do you only like Jay Chou?"

“There are still many more.”

Shen Mo counted his fingers and said, "Mayday, Stefanie Sun, Jolin Tsai, she... listen."

"Who do you like the most?"

The little girl hesitated for a moment, looked at him with her head tilted, as if he was hesitating, and whispered: "I told you not to laugh at me."

Fang Changan nodded with a smile.

Shen Mo wandered for a while before whispering: "***."

Fang Changan was stunned for a moment, "Why should I laugh at you?"

Shen Mo looked at his expression carefully and said angrily: "My former classmates laughed at me."

Fang Changan smiled and said, "That's because they don't understand. They think that those who like Hong Kong, Taiwan and foreign countries are good, and those who like domestic ones are bad... I also like ***. Have you heard of the song "The Sea Breeze is Frustrating and Sorrowful"?"

Shen Mo didn't expect that he had heard it before, his eyes lit up and he nodded vigorously, "I like this song."

"I like that, too, and that song..."

Fang Changan thought for a while, "Oh, by the way, "Good Luck"!"

The little girl stared at him with bright eyes, as if she was a little unsatisfied, and she corrected angrily: "The Good Luck is Singed by Zu Hai."

“Uh…is it?”

"Yes!" She nodded vigorously.

Fang Changan thought for a while, "*** has also sung."

"Zuhai sounds nice."

"Don't you like *** the most?"

"That's also the "Good Luck" sung by Zu Hai is nice!" The little girl looked like I want to explain the truth to you clearly.

Fang Chang'an was a little speechless, "Okay, isn't there another song? What's the point?"

“Good Days?”

"Yes, yes, that's it."

Shen Mo finally nodded, as if he was acknowledging it, and then asked again: "Who do you like the most?"

Fang Changan smiled and said, "My favorite singer hasn't made his debut yet."

Of course, Shen Mo didn't believe it, and said with his cheeks, "Lie!"

"The truth."

Shen Mo thought for a while and said, "That means you don't have your favorite singer?"

"Yes, but I haven't made my debut yet."

Fang Changan really didn't lie to him. His favorite singer is Xu Song. He loves his lyrics, and Mao Buyi, who also loves lyrics. He hasn't made his debut yet.

In contrast, Fang Wenshan and Lin Xi's lyrics made him feel an indescribable sense of alienation and liked to listen to them, but he liked songs. When it comes to lyrics alone, he could only say that his impression was average.

Of course, this is all the personal preferences of his ordinary audience.

Shen Mo was not stupid, so of course he didn't believe his stupid words and gave him an angrily glance.

Fang Changan smiled and looked at her tender little face that was so beautiful that she suddenly felt moved. She opened her homework book and wrote a casual passage on the "classroom message board" of the two.

My favorite singer hasn't made his debut yet

The girl I like hasn't grown up yet

My favorite life hasn't come yet

The prosperous times I'm looking forward to are coming

I will go to the future with them

After a pause, Fang Chang'an added another sentence at the end: Fang Chang'an on September 7, 2003 to twenty years later

After he finished writing, he felt quite satisfied with himself, elegant and fluent, delicate and colorful, with a style of the Two Kings.

Shen Mo also looked around, only noticed the second sentence, and was embarrassed to ask, his cheeks were a little hot, pretending not to see that sentence, and asked in a low voice: "Why is it twenty years later?"

Fang Chang'an smiled and said, "Write whatever you want."

The little girl said "Oh" softly, looked at him for a while, and looked up at him with a strange expression. Fang Changan was wondering if she wanted to ask who the girl she liked, but when she saw her frowning her delicate eyebrows and whispering: "Your handwriting is so ugly!"

Fang Chang'an: "..."

The little girl looked at his expression and thought that she accidentally told the truth in order to divert her attention. She hurt him again. She quickly remedyed her and said, "I mean it's a bit sloppy... I still have copybooks at home. I'll bring you one tomorrow. You can practice it well."

Fang Changan took a breath and nodded: "Okay! I must practice seriously and I can't let you down!"

"Uh-huh!"

Shen Mo Zhanyan smiled and stopped talking to him, listening to songs and reading books.

Fang Changan didn't say anything anymore, only Jay Chou sang softly in his headphones: "Your smile is like a hug. I want to hide your goodness, only I can see..."

Wang Ke looked up from behind and saw the two people in front of him listening to music with headphones. Perhaps because the headphone cable is short and they are sitting close, he curled his lips and muttered secretly in his heart: "I'm going to listen to music when class is about to begin, but I won't listen. I'll read a good book, and I'll surpass you two in the next exam!"

The third Chinese class in the morning, and the second class during the big break. After the eye exercises last night, Wang Ke, Wang Yuwei and several girls went to the corridor to jump rope. Shen Mo was also invited as an "old player". Before leaving, he loyally left the ipod to Fang Chang'an.

Fang Chang'an listened to two songs, went to the bathroom, went around to the cafeteria and washed his hands. When he came back, Shen Mo stopped playing and read books and drank milk in his seat. When he saw him coming back, he stood up and let him in.

After drinking the milk, he seemed to think of something and asked Fang Chang'an in a low voice: "Have you drunk your milk?"

Fang Chang'an nodded, "I drank it when I was having breakfast."

"Do you like to drink pure milk?" Many children of this age are not used to drinking pure milk and love to drink sweet and sour. She seems a little worried that Fang Chang'an doesn't like to drink, and her eyes are flashing at him.

Fang Chang'an smiled and said, "What I like most is pure milk."

"Really? So do I!"

The little girl found another common hobby and looked very happy, "My grandma said drinking milk can make you taller, but I'm not tall now."

Fang Chang'an said: "You are younger than many people in our class and have average height. If you compare with your peers, you will definitely be taller."

Shen Mo doesn't like being said to be young, but Fang Changan doesn't care much about it. He also praised her for being tall and nodded reservedly, not letting herself look very proud, "I will grow up in the future."

After saying that, he looked at Fang Chang'an and encouraged him, "You are long too."
Chapter completed!