Huayu 2002, I'm going to dominate the music scene!

Song Mo didn't have much stuff; he moved everything in one trip.

When checking out, the landlord leaned against the door frame, watching him walk out carrying two suitcases, his eyes filled with reluctance.

After all, it will take a lot of effort to rent out that basement again.

Before leaving, Song Mo took one last look at the room. The light bulb overhead was dim, and there were old newspapers pasted on the walls.

To be honest, although he had lived here for more than two months, it was impossible for him to have developed any feelings for the place.

But in any case, this is the place where I have stayed the longest since I came to this era.

He rested here, recorded songs here, and wrote down the melodies that would be passed down from later generations, stroke by stroke.

Now that I'm leaving, I can't help but feel a bit sentimental.

Fortunately, this feeling dissipated after he arrived at his new home.

The house is about 80 square meters, not very big, but it's perfectly adequate for him since he lives alone.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, making the whole room bright and cheerful.

He stood in the living room for a while, feeling quite satisfied, and just wanted to say, "It smells so good!"

After putting his things away, he took out his phone and called Anming.

"Brother An, I've moved. I'll send you the new address later."

Anming on the other end of the phone was taken aback: "You've moved it all? Why didn't you wait for me? I was going to help you move it."

"There's not much stuff, it'll be over in one trip."

"Alright then." Anming didn't say much more. "Is your new house all set up? Or should I come over and help you with the arrangements?"

"No need, everything's ready," Song Mo replied cheerfully.

"Well then, how can you move so quietly? It has to be a celebration. How about this, I'll throw you a housewarming party, and you can invite all your friends." Anming's voice suddenly became more animated.

Song Mo thought about it. He only had a few friends in Yanjing, so there was no need to make a big deal out of a housewarming party.

"Let's skip the party and just have a simple meal," he said. "I'll cook it myself."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

"You can cook?" Anming's voice was clearly skeptical.

"Who do you think you are?" Song Mo laughed. "Just wait to eat."

"Okay, how about Saturday? Everyone's free then," Anming said with a smile.

Song Mo calculated the time and realized that Gao Yuanyuan should not have left for Xiangshan by Saturday, which was perfect.

"Okay, then Saturday it is."

After hanging up the phone, he was wondering whether he should call Gao Yuanyuan to let her know when the doorbell suddenly rang.

He went to open the door, and Gao Yuanyuan stood there with a basket of fruit in her hand, wearing a loose cotton dress, her hair down, and no makeup on her face.

"Sister Gao, what brings you here?" Song Mo asked familiarly. "I was just looking for you."

Gao Yuanyuan was somewhat immune to that title by now, but she still glared at him irritably: "Either call me Sister Yuanyuan, or shut up. I don't want to hear that title again."

Song Mo took the fruit from her hand and stopped teasing her.

She readily agreed, saying, "Okay, Sister Yuanyuan, but why did you bring this thing with you?"

Once he picked it up, he realized that the basket of fruit was quite heavy, packed full of apples, oranges, bananas, and a few dragon fruits.

"As your friend, now that you've moved in, shouldn't I come and see you?" Gao Yuanyuan said matter-of-factly. "If I don't come, you'll definitely make fun of me later."

Upon hearing this, Song Mo couldn't help but smile. This was truly something he had honed; he even knew how to strike first.

"By the way, what did you want to see me about?" Gao Yuanyuan said, sitting down on the sofa as if they were old friends, her eyes starting to look around.

The living room was empty. Song Mo didn't have many things; most of them were in the bedroom. Besides the sofa and coffee table, there was only a TV in the living room, and not even any decorations.

The curtains were still the same off-white fabric ones left by the landlord, and the sunlight shone through, making the floor shine.

"You probably haven't gone to Xiangshan yet, have you?" Song Mo asked, taking a few apples and oranges from the basket she had brought, and then turned and went into the kitchen.

"I haven't left yet. My flight is on Sunday noon," Gao Yuanyuan's voice came from the living room. "What's wrong?"

Song Mo washed the fruit, took out a few clean plates, and placed them on the coffee table.

"Well, it's like this, I was planning to invite a few friends over for dinner on Saturday night to celebrate moving. Now~" He tossed an orange over, "I'd like to formally invite our beautiful Ms. Gao Yuanyuan."

Gao Yuanyuan caught the orange, a slight smile playing on her lips, and deliberately put on airs: "Alright, since you've already invited me, I'll reluctantly agree."

After saying that, she laughed first, put the oranges on the coffee table, and leaned back into the sofa.

"Eating at home? Who will cook?" she asked curiously.

"Of course it's me." Song Mo sat down on the single sofa next to him. "Don't worry, there are only a few people, I can handle it."

Gao Yuanyuan nodded, her gaze sweeping over his face: "I didn't expect you could cook. I hope you don't poison us."

"Please have more faith in me," Song Mo protested, dissatisfied.

Gao Yuanyuan ignored him, her gaze sweeping around the living room before she suddenly frowned: "Why is this place so empty? It feels like we need to buy some things."

"No rush, we just moved here, we can buy things slowly later," Song Mo said casually.

"The curtains need changing too," she said, pointing to the window. "This style isn't good; it lets in light too."

Song Mo looked at the curtains. They were indeed a bit outdated, but not unusable.

"Okay, I'll go check it out later."

Gao Yuanyuan was about to say something when her gaze suddenly fixed on the bedroom door, where a guitar was hanging.

"Hey, when did you buy a guitar?" Her voice suddenly rose a half-tone, and she sat up straight on the sofa.

Song Mo followed her gaze and saw the guitar hanging there at an angle. The body of the guitar was made of natural wood and gleamed faintly in the sunlight.

"I picked it out at the music store on my way here today," Song Mo said with a smile.

Now that he has money, he simply bought a guitar so that it would be easier to come up with chords when writing songs.

Gao Yuanyuan stood up, walked to the door, and looked up at the guitar for a long time.

"Can I take a look?" she asked.

"certainly."

She tiptoed, took the guitar down, sat back down on the sofa, and gently plucked the strings. The clear, crisp sound of the guitar filled the empty living room.

"You can play?" Song Mo was a little surprised.

"I learned a little when I was a child, but I didn't have much talent for it, so I stopped learning it later."

She lowered her head, her fingers clumsily searching for positions on the strings, played a few simple notes, and then gave an awkward laugh: "I haven't played in a long time, I've almost forgotten everything."

She strummed a few notes, then suddenly stopped and handed the guitar back to Song Mo.

"You should do it," she smiled. "I'm really bad at it."

Song Mo took the guitar, casually strummed a few chords, and asked her, "What do you want to hear?"

Gao Yuanyuan thought for a moment and said, "Let's go with 'My Deskmate'."

Song Mo smiled, his fingers landing on the strings, and the prelude began.

……

Who will marry someone as sentimental as you?

Who read your diary?

Who put your long hair up?

Who made your wedding dress?

……