I don’t know if it was the popularity of "Fireworks Easily Cold" that gave Liang Ziyuan courage, or if the videos in the Ghost Zone at Station B stimulated his heart for art. This guy has been letting himself go a little bit lately, singing in the dormitory. The frequency is getting higher and higher, and the movement is getting louder and louder.
And that's just high-pitched songs. This guy wants to sing self-arranged songs that he came up with on the fly, add a few lyrics that no one understands, and call it art.
Sometimes Hao Yun even feels that this guy who can stand up for himself to such an extent is quite strong in a sense.
At least, he perfectly interpreted that sentence -
As long as I don't feel embarrassed, you will be the ones embarrassed.
Looking at Brother Ziyuan sincerely, Hao Yun couldn't help but persuade him.
"Brother, why don't you sing "Fireworks Are Easy to Cold"? I heard you play it last time and it was pretty good... Why didn't you play it again?"
Liang Ziyuan did not raise his head, and the movements of his hands did not stop at all.
"Even if I play something I have mastered a thousand or ten thousand times, I still can't break through myself... I want to create my own music."
Hao Yun: "..."
Zheng Xueqian: "..."
Oh my god, this guy is so good at pretending!
But what surprised Hao Yun was that no one in the dormitory except himself knew that Qian Yuan was his vest
And Liang Ziyuan himself was calm enough, and he didn't tell anyone that he was the Qianyuan.
I don’t know if he is really not interested in fame and wealth, or if he just has something wrong in his mind.
The only one who didn't complain about him disturbing the people these days was Zhou Xuan, who came over from the next door bedroom to visit.
This little fat guy has recently become popular for making videos about ghosts and animals, and he has tasted the benefits. In order to cater to the demands of those dog fans, he has recently been listening to bad songs day and night in search of material, and his magic resistance has naturally followed suit.
"Haha, good brother, you are so right! What's the point of singing other people's songs? If we want to sing, we can sing our own! In this way, if I record it for you, it will definitely become popular on Bilibili!"
Liang Ziyuan's brow suddenly twitched when he heard the word station B.
Probably because he was poked in some painful spot, his fingers on the guitar paused slightly, and his eyes suddenly drifted to the distance outside the window.
"It's only been the past few days."
Looking at Liang Ziyuan who was suddenly playing deep, the three people in the dormitory were stunned subconsciously.
Zhou Xuan swallowed and asked in a low voice: "...Why just these few days?"
"After a while, when the living expenses come down and I can earn some money by working part-time, I will apply for a card at the piano room outside and compose music while working part-time to make money," Liang Ziyuan said lightly while playing with a few strings on the guitar, " Then I won’t practice in the dormitory.”
Hearing these words, Hao Yun was moved. This guy has a bit of conscience.
Zheng Xueqian, who was sitting under the bed and writing furiously, was the same. He was so excited that he even threw away the pen he used to write the questions.
"Da, when will it be?"
Liang Ziyuan thought for a while and gave an uncertain answer.
"After military training?"
Hao Yun: "..."
Zheng Xueqian: "..."
Zhou Xuan: "..."
Damn it!
After military training!
Then it can’t be until the end of next month
The only comforting thing is that I heard that the month of military training will be very tiring.
Maybe we can calm him down a bit then...
…
"Hahahahaha... your roommate is so funny. But he likes music so much, why didn't he major in music instead of studying computer?"
The canteen at Jiangda Gate.
After hearing Hao Yun tell what happened in the dormitory yesterday, Lin Mengmeng leaned forward and backward with laughter.
The two met by chance while queuing up in front of the braised chicken and rice stall. Hao Yun originally wanted to pretend not to notice, but the guy waved to him and he had no choice but to walk over with his dinner plate.
"Funny? That's because you didn't listen to his howling voice," Hao Yun, who mixed the soup into the rice and mixed it well with chopsticks, rolled his eyes and said, "I don't know why he doesn't learn music. I'm even more curious. Why does he like music?"
I don't know if it was a problem with his own expression, or if this guy's humor was too low, Hao Yun didn't get the humor from it at all.
And speaking of it, how does this broken system determine potential value
He can understand that the potential value has nothing to do with the current ability. After all, there is really no way to draw conclusions about life. Some people can become giants even if they are sitting in a wheelchair, and some people are just fleas even if they are born on the shoulders of giants.
But, there must be some signs that people can see, right
At least so far, except for He Ping, who lives next door, who feels a bit like a mathematician, in Hao Yun's eyes, no one else fits his "personality".
Including the one sitting opposite him.
Obviously I studied music, and my hobby is singing and playing the piano, but my talent is acting
To be honest, he even felt that in terms of acting skills, Ah Huang downstairs in his dormitory might be more professional...
"Okay, okay, it's quite normal. We all came here like this when we were freshmen. From the first meeting to getting to know each other, there is always a process of getting used to each other," Lin Mengmeng continued with an old-fashioned look, "Wait a minute." By the time you reach your sophomore year, you probably won’t have the energy to mess with these things!”
Hao Yun glanced at her and was too lazy to speak.
Wait until I reach my sophomore year
I have finished graduate school!
However, the diploma and experience are from the previous life, and they may not be applicable to Xia Guo in this life...
"By the way, isn't it spicy for you to eat like this?"
"It's okay, I didn't feel anything when I ate it..." Looking at the picked green peppers on Lin Mengmeng's plate, Hao Yun asked casually, "You are a local in Jiangcheng, right? You can't eat spicy food?"
"Well, I haven't been a big fan of food since I was a kid. I can only accept green peppers that are not very spicy at most." Lin Mengmeng shook his head with a grimace, "But my sister is very good at eating it, and like you, she likes to combine peppers with Mix vegetable soup with rice."
"The braised chicken is okay, I don't think it's too spicy." Hao Yun glanced at his bowl and saw that there were only a few more red ones than hers.
By the way, if the braised chicken is not spicy, does it still have a soul
At least he can't get it.
"Hey, I don't understand you Chili Star people very well... Ah! That's right, that's right," suddenly thought of something, Lin Mengmeng suddenly became energetic and looked at Hao Yun with bright eyes, "I recently heard a super song Nice song, I almost forgot to share it with you! Do you have a Yinke.com account? I’ll just add it.”
"I... No," Hao Yun originally wanted to say yes, but when he heard that she wanted Aite himself, he immediately changed his mind, "What song? You'd better send it to me on WeChat."
Lin Mengmeng's eyes lit up and he said, "Fireworks get cold easily!"
Hearing this name, Hao Yun almost choked on his half-swallowed meal.
Not noticing the strange expression on his face, Lin Mengmeng continued talking enthusiastically.
"That song is really great! Although the singer's singing is mediocre, even a bit amateurish in my opinion, but let me tell you, the song is absolutely beautiful!"
"Uh, is it that exaggerated?"
"Of course!" Lin Mengmeng looked at him with raised eyebrows, "Our instructor even specifically mentioned this piece of music in class and was full of praise for the usage of xi and fa in the piece! Let me tell you, we will This is my assignment, which requires me to write an appreciation article for its pure piano version... Huh? What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
"It's nothing... I was choked just now, and I'm fine now."
"Be careful," as he said this, Lin Mengmeng took out a pack of tissues from his bag and handed it to Hao Yun, frowning and saying, "You boys eat too fast."
"Maybe it was a habit I developed in high school, and maybe I got rid of it after a while."
After saying thank you, Hao Yun returned the remaining tissues to Lin Mengmeng.
However, the surprise that remained in his heart still did not recede.
He had never expected before that the song "Fireworks Easily Cold" would receive such high praise from professionals, and even come under the scrutiny of music professors from top universities like Jiangcheng University.
He didn't know whether the university named after Jiangcheng in the previous life had made any achievements in music, but in this life, the art schools at Jiangcheng University still had a very good status in the Xia Kingdom's art world, and the level of the professors was even more extraordinary.
I didn’t expect that this piece of popular music could have such profound knowledge. Sure enough, I’m not good at learning...
It's shameful to say that when he played this piece of music, Hao Yun just thought it sounded good, but he didn't know what it was good about. He didn't even think about the music theory at all.
It's a good thing that he didn't reveal that the vest of "Unknown Place in the Clouds" was his before. Otherwise, if a reporter asked him how he completed this song, he might not be able to answer it.
Hao Yun secretly thought to himself that it was dangerous. Just as Hao Yun was about to change the topic that made him feel a little threatened, Lin Mengmeng, who was sitting opposite him, held his cheeks in his hands, stuck out his lower lip and sighed.
"Why."
"… What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, I just think the lyrics and the music are so beautiful. It would be great if that Yun Shen could write a song for the little girl. I bet my singing will be at least 1.5 times better than his current partner!"
1.5 times
Brother, be more confident, you must start at 3 times!
Even Ah Huang downstairs can scream better than him.
In the end, Hao Yun decided to save some face for his tool brother and did not continue to complain about his singing voice in front of others.
However, Lin Mengmeng seemed to be a little over the top.
"Hey, if that doesn't work... it would be nice to meet him."
"Uh, what did you say?"
"I said let's meet."
She pouted, her eyes shining like shooting stars.
Hao Yun could guess what thoughts were hidden behind that nymphomaniac expression just by looking at it.
To say she was lustful might be an exaggeration.
But there are definitely emotions like adoration.
"Hey, it would be great if I could spend money to buy songs, but he doesn't reply to my messages." As he spoke, Lin Mengmeng's eyes were full of sorrow, and the chopsticks in his hands almost broke, "You know? Then This guy went too far, even if he didn't reply to my messages, he actually blocked me!"
Well
Blacklist
Thinking of the accounts that had been operated in batches before, Hao Yun suddenly felt guilty.
"...could it be a misunderstanding?"
"Misunderstanding? It's impossible," Lin Mengmeng sighed, looked at the ceiling and muttered in a low voice, "But I was also wrong. I shouldn't have mentioned the money to him..."
money
I unconsciously held my breath for two seconds.
Hao Yun adjusted his mood and continued to ask tentatively.
"...What exactly did you say to him?"
"I sent a private message to him and asked him if he could exclusively license that song to me for one million and let me sing it alone, or help me write a similar song."
one-
one million? !
Hao Yun had a knee-jerk reflex, kicked off his chair and stood up, placing his hands on the table.
"How many, how many?!"
"One million," Lin Mengmeng was stunned for a moment, looked at Hao Yun who stood up excitedly, and whispered, "Is it too much? In fact, I have never paid anyone to compose music. I only heard that it is usually very expensive. It looks expensive.”
"Not expensive! Not expensive at all!"
Hao Yun sat back down and passed by a huge sum of money. He felt his voice trembling and tried to persuade him.
"Art is priceless! You should add him again and let him see your perseverance and perseverance in art!"
"Forget it," Lin Mengmeng sighed softly. His face was filled with self-blame and regret, and he buried his chin in his elbow with a slight loss. "Later, I thought about it and realized that my behavior was really inappropriate. You're being polite, art should be pure, and such a clearly priced sale is simply an insult to art..."
As she spoke, she became more and more excited and even began to cry.
"Wow, wow, I actually did such an outrageous thing to my idol. I'm sorry, brother Yun Shen Zhongchu, I will never do that again!"
However, there was someone more remorseful than her.
As the words entered his ears, Hao Yun felt like there was a knife stabbing him left and right in his heart.
He simply wished he could be reborn, go back to that night a few days ago, and take a good look at the contents of those private messages before deciding 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 he joked about calling rich woman rich woman, this guy would actually turn out to be a rich woman? !
Still harboring a trace of unrealistic fantasy, Hao Yun, who had regained his composure, asked without giving up.
"Can I ask where you got one million?"
What if it was just a joke
Except that the mobile phone is slightly more expensive, he really doesn't feel that this guy looks like a rich second generation. At most, he has a slightly better family background, such as his parents are educated people or something.
"Of course I borrow it from my dad first," Lin Mengmeng said matter-of-factly. "As long as I don't squander it wantonly, he will definitely lend it to me! When I become a big singer in the future, I can make money to pay him back... Well, you What's wrong?"
"… nothing."
Hao Yun, who almost became a millionaire, leaned back on the chair helplessly, staring straight at the bowl. Even his favorite braised chicken no longer tasted good.
What a sin...
What a sin this time!