An Expert Is actually By My Side

I don’t know if the popularity of "Fireworks Easy to Cold" gave Liang Ziyuan the courage, or the video of the ghost animal area at station B stimulated his longing for art. This guy has recently released himself a bit powerfully, singing in the bedroom. The frequency is getting higher and higher, and the movement is getting bigger and bigger.

　　 And that’s all. This guy is going to sing the self-arranged songs that he thought of with a beat of his head, coupled with a few lyrics that no one understands, and he called it art.

　　 Sometimes Hao Yun even feels that this guy is also very strong in a certain sense if he can insist on himself to such an extent.

　　 At least, he interpreted that sentence perfectly--

　　 As long as I don't feel embarrassed, it is you who are embarrassed.

　　 Looking at Brother Ziyuan sincerely, Hao Yun couldn't help but persuade him.

　　 "Brother, why don't you sing fireworks and it's easy to get cold? Last time I heard you play it and it was pretty good...Why didn't you play it anymore?"

　　 Liang Ziyuan didn't raise his head, and the movements of his hands did not stop at all.

　　 "If you have mastered something, even if you play it a thousand times or ten thousand times, it is impossible to break through... I want to create my own music."

　　 Hao Yun: "……"

　　 Zheng Xueqian: "……"

　　 Mom, this guy is too capable of pretending!

　　 But what surprised Hao Yun was that in this dormitory, except for himself, no one actually heard that Qianyuan was his vest?

　　 And Liang Ziyuan himself was calm enough to hold his breath, but he didn't tell anyone that he was the Qianyuan.

　　 I don't know if he is really not interested in fame and fortune, or if he just got something wrong in his mind.

　　 The only thing that hasn't complained about him disturbing the people in the past few days is Zhou Xuan, who ran over from the next bedroom.

　　 This little fat guy has recently cut the ghost video video and has tasted the sweetness. In order to cater to the demands of those dog fans, he has been listening to bad songs day and night looking for material, and Mo Fang has naturally followed.

　　 "Haha, good brother, you are so right! What's the point of singing other people's songs? If we want to sing, we will sing our own! That way, if I record it for you, it will surely catch fire on station B!"

　　 Hearing the word station B, Liang Ziyuan's brow twitched.

　　 probably got stuck in a painful spot. His fingers paused while playing the guitar, and his gaze suddenly drifted to the distance outside the window.

　　 "It's only a few days now."

　　Looking at Liang Ziyuan who was suddenly playing deeply, the three people in the bedroom were stunned subconsciously.

　　 Zhou Xuan swallowed, and asked in a low voice, "...what just these few days?"

"After a while, when my living expenses come down, and I can earn some money from my part-time job, I will apply for a card in the piano room outside and make money while working part-time while composing," Liang Ziyuan said lightly, flicking a few strings on the guitar." Then I won’t practice in the dormitory."

　　 Hearing these words, Hao Yun was moved for a while, this guy can be regarded as a little conscientious.

　　 Zheng Xueqian, who is sitting under the bed struggling to write, is the same, excitedly throwing away the pen to do the problem.

　　 "It's big, about when is it?"

　　 Liang Ziyuan thought for a while and gave an uncertain answer.

　　 "After military training?"

　　 Hao Yun: "……"

　　 Zheng Xueqian: "……"

　　 Zhou Xuan: "……"

　　 Fuck!

　　After military training! ?

　　 Isn’t that special anymore at the end of next month?

　　 The only comfort is that I heard that the month of military training will be very tiring.

　　 Maybe I can let him stop at that time...

　　……

　　 "Hahahahahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. But he likes music so much, why didn't he apply for a music major, but learned computer

　　 The canteen at the gate of the river.

　　 Hearing Hao Yun talked about what happened in the bedroom yesterday, Lin Mengmeng leaned forward and backward with a smile.

　　 The two met by chance while queuing in front of the yellow braised chicken rice stall. Hao Yun wanted to pretend that he hadn't seen it, but this guy beckoned to himself, so he had to walk over with the dinner plate.

"Fuck? That's why you didn't listen to his howling voice," Hao Yun, who was mixing the soup into the rice and mixing it with chopsticks, rolled his eyes and said, "The ghost knows why he doesn't learn music, I'm even more curious. Why does he like music."

　　 I don't know if it was the problem he expressed, or if this guy laughed too low, Hao Yun didn't get a laugh at all.

　　 And speaking of it, how does this broken system determine the potential value?

　　 Potential value has nothing to do with current ability. He can understand. After all, there is really no way to make a conclusion about life. Some people can become giants even in a wheelchair, and some people are just fleas even if they are born on the shoulders of giants.

　　 But, this must be a sign that people can see, right?

　　 At least so far, apart from He Ping, who sleeps next door, who feels a bit of a mathematician, in Hao Yun's eyes, no one else fits his "personality".

　　 Including, the one sitting across from him.

　　 Mingming learns music, and his hobby is singing and playing piano, but his talent is acting?

　　 To be honest, he even thinks that only on acting, Ah Huang downstairs in his dormitory might be a little more professional...

"An La An La, it's normal. Everyone came here in the freshman year. The first time we met to know each other, there was always a process of getting in touch with each other," Lin Mengmeng continued with an old-fashioned expression on the face of a person who came over, "Wait. When you are in your sophomore year, you should not have the energy to toss about these things!"

　　 Hao Yun glanced at her, too lazy to speak.

　　Wait until I reach my sophomore year?

　　Master graduate students are all finished!

　　 However, the diploma and experience are from the previous life, and the Xia country in this life may not be universal...

　　 "Don't you say you eat so spicy?"

　　 "It's okay, I didn't feel anything when I ate it..." Looking at the green peppers that were picked out on Lin Mengmeng's plate, Hao Yun asked casually, "You are a local in Jiangcheng, can't you eat spicy food?"

"Well, I didn't really like eating since I was a kid. At most, I can accept green peppers that are not very spicy." Lin Mengmeng shook his head bitterly. "But my sister is super edible, and she is like you. The vegetable soup is mixed in the rice."

　　 "The yellow stewed chicken is okay, I don't feel too spicy." Hao Yun glanced at his bowl, and there were a few more red ones than hers.

　　Doesn't the yellow stew chicken have a spicy soul and a soul?

　　 At least he can't get it.

"Hey, I don’t understand you Pepper Stars very much...Ah! By the way, by the way," Suddenly thinking of something, Lin Mengmeng suddenly became energetic, and looked at Hao Yun with beaming eyes, "I heard a song recently. Super nice song, I almost forgot to share it with you! Do you have an account on Yinke.com? I'll go directly to Aite."

　　 "I...no," Hao Yun wanted to say yes, but when she heard that she wanted Aite herself, he immediately changed her words, "What song? You should send me on WeChat."

　　 Lin Mengmeng's eyes beamed and said: "Fireworks are easy to cold!"

　　 Hearing this name, Hao Yun almost choked on his half-swallowed meal.

　　 did not notice the strange expression on his face, Lin Mengmeng continued happily.

　　 "That song is really great! Although the singer sings mediocre, even in my opinion some amateur, but I tell you that song, it is simply beautiful!"

　　 "Uh, is it such an exaggeration?"

"Of course!" Lin Mengmeng looked at him with raised eyebrows, "Our tutor even mentioned this song specifically in class, and was full of praise for the usage of xi and fa in the song! Let me tell you this week. That’s the homework for me. I asked to write an appreciative article on its pure piano version...Huh? What's wrong with you? Is it something uncomfortable?"

　　 "Nothing... I was choked just now, it's all right."

　　 "Be careful," as he said, Lin Mengmeng pulled out a pack of tissues from his bag and handed it to Hao Yun. He frowned and said, "You boys are eating too fast."

　　 "Maybe it was a habit formed in high school, maybe it will be changed after a while."

　　 Thank you, Hao Yun returned the remaining tissues to Lin Mengmeng.

　　 However, the surprise that remained in his heart still did not fade away.

　　 Before, he really didn't expect that the song of "Firework Easy to Cold" could get such a high evaluation by professionals, and even entered the eyes of music professors at top universities like Jiangcheng University.

　　 He doesn't know whether the university named after Jiangcheng in the previous life has made any achievements in music, but in this life, the several art schools of Jiangcheng University still have a strong position in the art world of Xia Guo, and the level of professors is even more extraordinary.

　　 I didn’t expect this piece of popular music to have such a profound knowledge. As expected, we are not good at learning...

　　 I am ashamed to say that when he was playing this song, Hao Yun just thought it was good, but he didn't know the good point, and he didn't even think about music theory at all.

　　 Also, he hadn't been exposed before. It is his own to expose the vest of "I don't know where the cloud is deep". Otherwise, if a reporter asked how he finished this song, he might not be able to answer it.

　　 There was a dangerous sound in his heart, Hao Yun was about to turn away from this topic that made him feel a little threatening, but Lin Mengmeng, who was sitting opposite him, put his cheeks in his hands and sighed with his lower lip.

"Hey."

"……what's happenin?"

　　 "It's nothing, I just think the lyrics and tunes are so beautiful. If only that Yunshen could write a song for the little girl too. I bet I will sing at least 1.5 times better than his current partner!"

1.5 times?

　　Brother, be confident, that must be a triple start!

　　 Ah Huang downstairs is better than him.

　　 In the end, Hao Yun decided to save some face for his tool man brother, and did not continue to complain about his singing in front of others.

　　 However, Lin Mengmeng seems to be a little bit above.

　　 "Hey, if it doesn't work... It's okay to meet."

　　 "Uh, what are you talking about?"

　　 "I said see you."

　　 pouted, her eyes shone like a meteor.

　　 Hao Yun just glanced at it and could guess what thoughts were hidden behind that nymphomaniac expression.

　　 said that she may have exaggerated her lust.

　　 But there must be emotions like worship.

"Hey, if you can spend money to buy a song, it would be great, but he won't reply to me," Lin Mengmeng's eyes were full of sadness, and the chopsticks in his hand almost broke off. "You know? That's it. The guy is too much. If you don't reply to my message, you can even black out me!"

Uh?

　　 black?

　　 Hao Yun suddenly felt a little guilty when he thought of the accounts he had previously operated in batches.

　　 "...is it a misunderstanding?"

　　 "Misunderstanding? Impossible," Lin Mengmeng sighed and mumbled while looking at the ceiling, "But I was also wrong. I shouldn't raise money with him..."

　　 Money?

　　 unconsciously held his breath for two seconds.

　　 Hao Yun adjusted his emotions and continued to ask tentatively.

　　 "...what did you say to him?"

　　 "I sent him a private message, and asked him if he could license that song to me exclusively for a million, let me sing it alone, or write a similar song for me."

One--

one million? !

　　 Hao Yun bounced off a knee, kicked off the chair and stood up, resting his hands on the table.

　　 "Many, how much?!"

"One million," Lin Mengmeng was stunned, looking at Hao Yun who stood up excitedly, and whispered, "Is it too much? Actually, I haven't spent money to invite people to compose music. I only heard that it is generally very Expensive."

　　 "Not expensive! Not expensive at all!"

　　 sat back down again, and Hao Yun, who was passing by a large sum of money, felt his voice tremble, and tried to persuade him in return.

　　 "Art is priceless! You should add him again, let him see your perseverance and perseverance to art!"

"Forget it," he sighed softly, Lin Mengmeng's face was full of self-blame and regret, and slightly lost and buried his chin in his elbow, UU reading www.uukanshu.com "Later I thought about it. My behavior is indeed too impolite. Art should have been pure. Such a clearly marked sale is simply an insult to art..."

　　 As she talked, she became more and more emotional, and she was a little weeping.

　　 "Woo woo, I actually did such an excessive thing to an idol. I'm sorry Yun Shen didn't know Brother Chu, I will never do it again!"

　　 However, someone regrets more than her.

　　 A sentence fell into his ear, and Hao Yun only felt that there was a knife, stabbing him from side to side in his heart.

　　 He can't wait to be born again, go back to the night a few days ago, take a good look at the content of those private messages, and then decide who to block and who to keep.

　　 But now, it's too late to say anything.

　　 One million...

　　Who would have thought that every time I joked about the rich woman's call, this guy was really a rich woman? !

　　 Still with a trace of unrealistic illusions, Hao Yun, who was slowing down, asked unwillingly.

　　 "Where did you get the million?"

　　 What if one is a joke?

　　 Except that the mobile phone is slightly more expensive, he really doesn't feel that this guy is like the rich second generation, most of the kind whose family conditions are slightly better, for example, the parents are cultural people.

"Of course I should ask my dad to borrow it first," Lin Mengmeng said of course, "As long as I don't squander and waste, he will definitely lend me! When I become a big singer in the future, I can make money and pay him back...well, what happened to you?"

"……It's nothing."

　　 Sheng leaned back on the chair impeccably, and Hao Yun, who had almost become a millionaire, stared straight at the bowl, even his favorite yellow stewed chicken was not fragrant anymore.

　　Creating evil...

　　 What a real crime this time!