Chapter 71: This time it's my turn to tell a story

Seeing Gong Nanbei nodding his head in agreement, Wang Wangjiao leaked a smile and silently put the phone back in his pocket.
Fans in the live broadcast room are a little curious. Why does the anchor register a Weibo with such rich expressions? Sense of shame and then courage? Practice acting?
Then, I heard the voice-over of the little black fat man.
"After you have Weibo, there is a place for your songs to be published. Since you don’t want to stop broadcasting, you should listen to you first, but you have to take a day or two to record these songs and listen to them online. What sound quality is that?"
When the fans heard it, they were happier.
"Humph! This is like a human word, but I will never forgive you for wanting your husband to stop broadcasting!"
"Brother Gong, sign up quickly, I took out my mobile phone, just waiting to pay attention!"
"HD version! HD version! I finally have to wait for the HD version! Hahaha!"
"Waiting for Gong Ge to record the song"
"Is it possible to broadcast live when recording a song? It seems to have a look at what it looks like in the recording studio"
Gong Nanbei heard what Wang Wangjiao said, and after thinking about it carefully, it was indeed time to record the song, and the spread of the song could be faster, maybe even hit the charts or something, to increase his reputation.
Wang Wangjiao continued: "I heard that King Han Tian invited you to sing yesterday?"
After seeing Gong Nanbei nodding his head, Wang Wangjiao continued to ask: "How did you talk about copyright matters? Tell me, you can set a specification in the future."
Gong Nanbei shook his head and said, "I don't know this, it's all my mother talked about."
"Then I will ask Aunt Li later, if you have no problems with recording songs, I will book you the nearest recording studio first."
After Gong Nan Bei agreed, Wang Wang Jiao took a look at the current location of the two of them, combined with the route of the north and south of the palace, marked a red dot on the phone: "Then go to City X, the recording studio there is very good, I have The friends I know are here, not far from here, about 60 kilometers."
The corners of the north and south of the palace twitched, and sixty kilometers was not far away! Wearing your current shoes, you have to walk for a day and a half!
Wang Wangjiao looked at the small carts in the north and south of the palace, then looked at the shoes in the north and south of the palace, and picked his own lane with his chin: "Take my car?"
Gong Nanbei directly shook his head and said, "No, I'll walk over by myself."
Wang Wangjiao didn't force it. After all, the two are not too familiar with each other.
The Weibo of Gongnanbei has also been registered successfully, and the name is Gongnanbei.
After Wang Mong Kok drove away, Gong Nan Bei started to drive. He frowned and began to think about how to'turn back the prodigal son'.
An hour later, Wang Wangjiao came to the recording studio in City X. After chatting with the boss for a while, he made an appointment for recording time. After he had negotiated the price and specific matters, he found the nearest hotel to stay. Open the live broadcast, watch Gong Nan Bei, pay attention to his expression and every move.
At this point, it was one day, and Gong Nan Bei was going to sleep in the wilderness tonight. The nearest city was City X, but there was still a distance of 20 kilometers, so I couldn't make it tonight.
Fans in the live broadcast room, today is exceptionally quiet, because all day today, there is no smile on Gong Nan Bei's face. Even if he smiles, it looks extremely reluctant, far from the previous sunshine.
For dinner, the north and south of the palace also ate some quick food casually, and went to a hasty, holding the guitar, leading the captain into the tent.
Fans saw that Gong Nan Bei's state was wrong, and they all cared.
"What's wrong with Brother Gong? If there is anything unhappy, we will share it for you."
"Husband, don't be sad, I am here!"
"We are all here"
"Whoever the dare to bully my Gong brother, I will shoot him to death!"
Looking at the caring words on the barrage, Gong Nanbei smiled bitterly: "Usually, I listen to other people’s stories, and then I write songs for them. Today, I will tell you a story. Long, don’t bother you guys."
Seeing the bitterness in Gong Nanbei's smile, many mother fans felt that their hearts were blocked, and the comforting voices were even greater.
Wang Wangjiao, who is watching the live broadcast, raised his eyebrows. Isn't this kid acting well now? How come acting like a dead dog during the day?
Take a look at this bitter little emoji now, how good is it? Think about those two screaming in the sky during the day, they are a bit spicy!
As soon as Gong Nan Bei was about to tell a story, the fans calmed down.
On the way, what Gong Nan Bei said, what he did, and occasionally staring at something in a daze, made them understand that Gong Nan Bei must be a person with a story.
How can you write such a touching word without ever having an unforgettable experience? How can you compose such a heart-wrenching melody?
Before, whenever Gong Nan Bei sang a love song, there were always people scolding the little vixen. That's why.
They couldn't imagine what kind of talent would abandon Gongnanbei, who wanted talents and good looks.
Gong Nan Bei Xi was sitting on his sleeping bag, putting the guitar aside, the captain jumped into his arms and rubbed his palm with his small head. Gong Nan Bei's eyes were a little confused, staring at a certain place and slowly preaching.
"Everyone is young and frivolous"
"You don't know, in fact, my family conditions are pretty good"
Gong Nanbei gave a wry smile at the live broadcast, his brows frowned slightly, as if he had been woven into a net by melancholy. The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, but in the end there was a strong smile.
In the live broadcast room, neither the girl fan nor the young girl felt distressed, and wished to appear next to Gong Nanbei immediately to comfort him.
The male fans are thinking about what the Gong Nan Bei met today, and they will talk about these things.
"Before me, a drunk fan, a prodigal, living almost the same life all day, never thought about what my tomorrow will be like, wake up to play, tired to sleep, this is my daily life"
"The clubhouse young model, mountain-top racing, fighting, gambling, tobacco and alcohol, these almost fill my day!"
When Gong Nanbei said this, his expression was dull, as if he was telling someone's story.
The fans in the live broadcast room were stupid, and many people did not react and looked at the screen blankly.
They really can't associate the previous bad habits with the sunny boy in front of them. Even many female fans feel that Gong Nan Bei must be lying! How could such a warm man like him do those things?
"No, no, I don't believe it"
"Hahaha, Brother Gong, you must be joking, right?"
"Yeah, it must be a joke. Look at Gongge, is there one that is more than one thousand Chinese coins? He looks like a rich man?"
"Yes, yes, right upstairs, it must not be true, it must not be true!"
Gong Nan Bei did not go to watch the barrage, but continued to tell the story.
"It stands to reason that I should be happy in this kind of life, but it doesn't. On the contrary, it makes me feel empty, as if something very important is missing!"
"Then I met her, the woman who changed my life"
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