Chapter 62: Gradually Returning

Inspiration is sometimes an elusive thing. For instance, half an hour ago, Cen Ye was originally listening to the recorded songs of Xu Xunsheng, looking out the window, with his mind wandering freely. All of a sudden, a strong musical sensation and impulse, like an irresistible flow of warmth, surged into his heart. He was very familiar with this impulse and, gradually submerged and moved by it, Xu Xunsheng didn't even think about it anymore. He took out the reindeer notebook and pencil from his bag, tossed the headphones aside, and started to write fervently.

Of course, when the notebook was with Xu Xunsheng, it was white and clean, very much in his style. After so many days in Cen Ye's hands, being held constantly and often thrown about, the cover was worn and a bit darkened, quite ugly, really. But Cen Ye wasn't put off by it and carried it everywhere with him.