Chapter 138: Not everyone can be Muyue
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Amnesiac Bigshot Remembers Only Me
- Dingjia Tree
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- 2021-03-04 10:15:26
Chapter 138 Not everyone can be Muyue
When I got home, I was running into Xia Bai and Ding Hai leaving from his home. These boys' home is not far from her home. Basically, except for school and bed time, they like to be bored with them.
Although Wen Chi was arrogant, among the brothers, it was still quite prestigious, and the young people all obeyed him.
After finishing his homework, Wen Chi was still playing games. When he saw Wen Qiao, he took off his headphones and said, "Our school has another symptom similar to mine."
"Really? Ptsd? How did he get this disease?"
"His family seems to have some money. His dad died when he was six or seven years old, and he suffered from this traumatic stress sequelae. But his family doesn't seem to think this is a disease. His mother is very strict and forbids others to follow her Mention that her son is sick and does not see a doctor or take medicine."
Wen Qiao was a little worried: "If this goes on, something will happen."
Wen Chi shrugged: "I feel so too."
I said again, fortunately they have a good sister.
"how have you been?"
Wen Chi: "I feel that the medicine works. It's really not irritable anymore."
Wen Qiao nodded: "Well, that's good."
He touched Wenmo's head again: "How about you?"
Wen Mo also nodded, meaning that his recent state is also fine.
Wen Qiao has more expectations. Xiao Mo hasn't spoken for many years. Even if he wishes to speak at that time, I am afraid that there are many difficulties in speaking.
But as long as the psychological barrier is overcome, the problems in that area are trivial.
Su Yun was busy with dinner, and the family gathered around a small table for dinner.
She glanced at Wen Qiao, and said, "Your uncle's family bought a house with a loan."
Wen Qiao raised his eyebrows: "The only one who dares to borrow money from his family is ours? If we can't borrow money here, we can only borrow from the bank? The popularity is not good."
Wen Chi held back a smile.
Su Yun glanced at her: "You girl, you are not forgiving."
Wen Qiao shrugged: "Mom, I'm called grudges and grievances, you have to learn from me, we can't treat everyone equally, you know?"
"I can't say you girl, Su Lei's wedding date is set. In early December, I will go to the wedding together at that time."
Wen Qiao: "Our affectionate uncle invited you?"
Su Yun wanted to squeeze her face: "Speak well, because you are asking us to go, and they intend to come and go with us."
Wen Qiao snorted, "Sure enough, I answered that sentence. The poor are in the busy city and no one asks, and the rich have distant relatives in the mountains."
"Go, it's a relative after all, so just have a drink and show personal affection."
Wen Qiao pouted: "Let's talk about it then."
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Xu Lu looked at her mailbox dozens of times a day, and she was full of confidence. The longer she waited, the more she felt lost.
After waiting for a week, I received an email from Song Hao from Haimao Records.
Her heart suddenly touched her throat, and she opened the email somewhat nervously.
[Thanks for the submission. The song you are currently composing does not fit the style of the singers under our company. I hope there will be opportunities for cooperation in the future. Thank you-Haimao Song Hao. ]
Xu Lu's heart sank suddenly, feeling that she was humiliated by the other party, and she didn't like her music.
She gritted her teeth a bit, it is clear that you don't know the goods, and what doesn't fit well. The record company is more than Haimao. If you don't accept Haimao, other companies will naturally accept it.
She was unwilling to cast the net and voted for the well-known record companies on the market.
Those small company emails responded quickly, but they were not as tactful as Hai Mao.
[Sorry, your composing level is not good, our company does not adopt it]
[The style is too old, the market will not accept it]
[It’s a bit different. Tradition is not traditional enough, and popular is not popular enough. Sorry, our company does not need this style of music]
Xu Lu almost collapsed.
(End of this chapter)