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　　 Ling Yanchuan 03: [? ? ? 】

　　 Ling Yanchuan 03: [Great God, don’t blackmail me! I am really Ling Yanchuan himself! Can you give me a chance? This piece of yours is really suitable for adaptation, I promise you will not be disappointed! 】

　　 Fuck?

　　 This guy can't shake it off like a brown candy.

　　 I said that I don’t authorize, don’t authorize, don’t understand people?

　　Master has written it on the personal homepage!

　　 Hao Yun clicked the upper right corner full of black lines, and dragged the newly registered ID into the blacklist.

　　 He really didn't expect that there would be such a persevering person who was blacked out three times in a row and didn't give up.

　　 If it weren't for the system task, he might be really moved by this guy.

　　 After all, Brother Liang’s singing skills are really...

　　 Hey, commit evil!

　　 Qianyuan: [I went to the recording studio again and recorded it again. How would you like to hear it? 】

　　 Seeing the new message in the private message window, Hao Yun patiently downloaded the attachment and listened to it again. After considering it for a long time with his eyes closed, he typed and replied.

　　【I think it's okay. 】

　　 Although this phrase is "okay", it is somewhat reluctant.

　　 But what else can I do?

　　 This is already the 100th time special.

　　Although he intuitively told Hao Yun that this time may be the most successful one recorded by the Ziyuan brothers, but his ears were polluted so many times, he also doubted that his feelings might not be as accurate as at the beginning.

　　 However, Brother Ziyuan feels quite good about himself, and he doesn't feel anything wrong at all.

　　 Qianyuan: [Then I can rest assured, when I recorded the 99th time, I almost almost doubted whether I had a talent for music. 】

　　 Hao Yun: "……"

　　 Qianyuan: [Then if there is no problem...I uploaded it? (Tense.jpg)]

　　 In the end, he restrained the urge to complain about him, Hao Yun sighed and typed in reply.

　　【Upload it. 】

　　 Hurry up.

　　 Waiting this way, he finally lost the heat that he had gained with that piano version.

　　 Qianyuan: [Ok... By the way, I just thought, whether we should form a combination or something, I always feel that it is not appropriate to publish under my name. 】

　　 Although the name of the writer and composer will also appear in the song information column, generally speaking, everyone only pays attention to the person who sings the song, and seldom pays attention to the person who wrote the song.

　　 Liang Ziyuan feels that this is very unreasonable. If he sings this song, wouldn’t it be unfair to this "cloud knows no place" brother?

　　 Therefore, he proposed this proposal proactively.

　　 But Hao Yun felt that this guy was thinking too much, he didn't care about these false names, and typed a reply impatiently.

　　【Whatever. 】

　　 Qianyuan: [Then it's called... Yuan Yun Mo second, what do you think of this name? 】

　　 Clouds do not know what to do: [I can do it. 】

　　 After tapping out this line with his thumb, Hao Yun just clicked to send, suddenly thought of a very important thing, and hurriedly continued typing.

　　 [By the way, don't register for an account again, just use your account to publish. 】

　　 Qianyuan: [Ah, why...]

　　 Clouds do not know what to do: [Don't worry about so much, do as I say. 】

　　 After a while, a new message popped up in the private message window.

　　 Qianyuan: [...Alright. 】

　　 Yun knows nothing about it: [One more thing, can you take your historical works off the shelves for a few days? 】

　　 Qianyuan: [Why? 】

　　淦!

　　 Why are there so many of these guys, why? One hundred thousand why?

　　 Isn't your father doing good for you!

　　 Hao Yun replied patiently typing.

　　 [Because people who listen to the song after listening to a song, they think it is good, they will often turn to your historical works... Do you understand what I mean? 】

　　The words are still not so straightforward.

　　 After all, the truth is too hurtful.

　　 Liang Ziyuan, who was holding the phone, pondered for a long time, and a glimmer of understanding suddenly appeared in his eyes.

　　 So that's it...

　　 This Yunshen brother must be worried that he is proud and complacent.

　　 After all, he knows best how good his singing skills are. As early as the first time he recorded a song, he already felt the potential of the fire.

　　 If the audience who came after him looked through his homepage, and was attracted by the historical works on his homepage, and suddenly praised him too high, it might not be a good thing for his creative path.

　　 put away the touch in his heart, he sniffed and typed and replied.

【I know. 】

　　 After waiting for a long time without waiting for the news, Hao Yun thought it was this guy's self-esteem that had been hit, and was thinking about whether to comfort him, or at least explain that he had no other meaning, but he didn't expect this guy to agree so simply.

　　 is not like this stubborn donkey...

　　 But in any case, the result is good.

　　 Happy Hao Yun typed a sentence quickly.

　　 [Thank you for your understanding! 】

　　 Qianyuan: [No, I should say thank you. I understand your hard work, and I will continue to work hard! 】

　　 Seeing this line of words, Hao Yun nodded in satisfaction.

　　 Not bad!

　　 It's rare for this kid to know himself, and finally realized how terrible his historical works are.

　　孺子 can be taught!

　　……

　　 "Sure enough, my talent is too mediocre to attract the attention of that great god?"

　　 Looking at the familiar [You have been blocked by the other party] on the screen, Ling Yanchuan's face was a bit bitter.

　　 As the saying goes, there are only three things.

　　 Counting his large and three small trumpets, he has tried four times, but still nothing.

　　 At first, he put on the air of a celebrity a little bit. Afterwards, let alone the air of a celebrity, he almost rushed forward, but the other party still didn't reply to him.

　　 He felt that it wasn't worth it to sneer down to this level.

　　 He admits that he really likes this piece, and even likes it enough to ignore the composer’s reputation, and write lyrics and sing for him for free.

　　 But, everything has a degree.

　　 I have already lowered my head to this point, if it is not enough to impress the other party, then even if such an opportunity is asked by myself, it is not that interesting. UU Reading www.uukanshu.cOM

　　 To be a human being, you still have to be a bit spine.

　　 sighed regretfully, Ling Yanchuan turned off the phone and decided to try again later.

Maybe……

　　 Is your posture wrong?

　　Or, I should first fill in the words and send it to him to see, maybe I can impress this big guy.

　　 Looking at the frustrated expression on his partner's face, the agent comforted.

　　 "Don't be too sad, maybe he just... don't want others to adapt his own work? Some have a weird temperament to engage in music. The older you are, the more so, you know."

"Probably."

　　 Hearing these words, Ling Yanchuan felt a little better.

　　 Just as his agent said, many of Xia Guo's great music-making figures are very strange, and most of them have strange personalities.

　　 Maybe they are not so well-known in the public, but the cafes in the industry can throw themselves two streets away.

　　 Especially for this song "Fireworks Easy to Cold", just looking at the skill of the song itself, Ling Yanchuan estimated that 80% of the composer was the big guy who opened the vest.

　　 Those who play pure music, don’t wait to see them, these pop singers also make sense.

　　 After having a meal with the agent, Ling Yanchuan returned to his apartment.

　　 originally wanted to practice piano, but still couldn't help logging into Yinke.com, planning to collect other new songs.

　　 However, just as he just appeared on Yinke.com and set his sights on the new song chart, he was stunned.

　　 I saw the newcomer’s top spot on the new song chart, and it was the "Firework Easy to Cold" he was thinking of!

　　 is not a piano version, but a piano accompaniment vocal singing!

　　 Fuck? ? ?

Isn't 　　 unauthorized?

　　 Ling Yanchuan was stupid.