"I'm not hungry," Lu Yang said, "Mingyu, if you keep delivering food to me every day, you'll transform into a delivery driver."
"My title of the 'all-around big brother' isn't just bragging. I can even build a rocket for you!"
Lu Yang stifled a laugh. "Our car's license plate number, LY520, has already embarrassed me enough. If we add a rocket, won't it be a disgrace sent to outer space?"
"Others are just envious." Lu Mingyu suddenly said, "Yangyang, let me sing a song for you. Listen."
"Okay."
Every time Lu Mingyu composed a song, he would let her listen to a demo and ask for her opinion.
Lu Mingyu said, "This song has a childish name, 'Three Portions of Candy for Recovery.'"
Lu Yang replied, "Well, it's not that childish."
At least it wasn't as childish as her silly brother.
It was a light, rhythmic song that sounded distant yet powerful. Each note pierced through the ears, pleasing the nerves.
