Chapter 137: Four songs

Following the cheerful music, Xu Lan began the first lyrics:
"Know that you love you without ending, I wonder if you will give me sweetness, powerlessness, and all the illusions are written in the song, flying with you and falling with you, feeling happy with you, and there are too many things you want to do. It can only be missed with you."
The lyrics sang in the heart of Xu Lan. The love in her heart is sweet and romantic, but it is counterproductive. Wei Chengdong’s conditions are not good, and Xu Lan’s parents agree with this. She knows that she and Wei Chengdong are all the same. Bumpy, but she still moths.
The lyrics and melody seem to tell the love that she is expecting in her heart, and write it into the song to look into the future. There are still too many things that have not been done yet. I only hope that I can try it one by one in the future.
After the sing of this sentence, Wei Chengdong took the microphone and began to sing:
"Through the screen, I love you thick, sweet like honey around my heart, being teased by you, becoming intoxicated, willing to give up everything that is only for you, even the ex-girlfriend did not introduce to friends. But always put you in your mouth and always mention it to your friends..."
However, Wei Chengdong’s understanding of this song is very profound. He knows that this song is a story about love, and it is still a type of online dating. He knows that love has no ending, but he is still deeply involved, fascinated by each other, through the fantasy of love. To express the song of your heart.
After the song was finished, the two were silent for a moment and enjoyed the feeling of this song.
"Hey..."
The sound of a knock on the door sounded, which also brought the two back.
Wei Chengdong went to open the door, and after opening the door, he saw a panting takeaway brother:
"Oh, my brother, I’ve got some calls for you, don’t pick it up, I’m climbing the stairs!

"Ah?" Wei Chengdong's face was dry, and he saw a sweaty takeaway brother. He couldn't bear to look at it. He said, "I really can't help it. The phone just didn't shut down and I forgot to charge it. I'm sorry, sorry."
"Oh, OK, remember to give me a good review." The takeaway brother waved his hand and turned away.
"Yeah, it must be." Wei Chengdong nodded again and again.
Wei Chengdong took the whole chicken package and placed it on the computer desk. He said, "Let's eat it first, just look at the contract."
"Yeah." Xu Lan smiled and replied.
The two men looked at the contract while eating the nightingale to improve their lives.
"All copyright transfer? Isn't it? I am not mistaken?" Wei Chengdong just ate a chicken squirt.
For songs with full copyright transfer, it is still rare, and there are generally contracts of the kind, especially songs like this.
"Yes, you are not mistaken." Xu Lan noticed the following message. Her face was bitter and said: "Look at the following, this song is 200,000!"
"Ah? 200,000?" Wei Chengdong stunned, and his face became bitter. He said: "We, we don't have 200,000!"
The two struggled for a few years, only about 120,000 deposits, although the relative salary is not low every month, but can not afford living expenses and music spending!
As everyone knows, living in a fast-paced city, earning five thousand a month is not enough to dry up. It is enough to spend enough money, food and clothing, and everything to spend money.
"What should I do? Or.....I am looking for my friend to borrow money?" Wei Chengdong said with some hesitation, he really didn't want to give up this song.
"Your friend? Still forget it, there are not so many borrowers to find them." Xu Lan shook his head and said.
His friends are not rich and wealthy. They are ordinary people. If you borrow three or five thousand, you can borrow 100,000 yuan at a time. That is impossible.
"Hey, my parents don't have much money. It's not enough to get some estimates." Wei Chengdong couldn't even eat the chicken chops, and some of them were bitter.
"My parents will definitely not come there." Xu Lan's mouth groaned, her parents did not like Wei Chengdong, but also want money? Certainly not.
After sinking, Xu Lan snorted and said: "Do you want us to contact Mr. Han Yang first? Ask him if he can get through."
"This, how can this be accommodating." Wei Chengdong smiled bitterly: "Everyone has a clear price tag, and this song is really worth the price in my opinion."
"I don't mean bargaining." Xu Lan sighed and said: "I mean, let's contact him and ask if you can pay in installments. Just like buying a house, first give him a down payment, then it must be within the year. The rest is returned to him."
"Well, then ask, I add his good friend." Wei Chengdong's eyes lit up.
Find the penguin account of Hanyang on the mailbox, add a friend, I thought it was very late today, Mr. Hanyang may rest, but did not expect to apply for two minutes, the friend was passed.
This did not make Wei Chengdong’s heart jump. He glanced at Xu Lan. Under her gaze, he opened the dialog box and entered a row of words:
"Hello, Mr. Hanyang, we read your songs and it’s great."
"Ok."
"Right, what is the name of this song?" Wei Chengdong asked.
Song name?
Zhang Han gave a slight look at the mailbox and found that the song forgot to change the file name to the song name, so he answered two words:
"Wen Ai."
"Wen Ai? The name is also good mood, Mr. Han Yang is really talented, thank you Mr. Han Yang's song, thank you for the opportunity." Wei Chengdong some excited typing.
"You are Welcome."
"Say business." After seeing the situation, Xu Lan felt that the other party did not like to chat very much, so he said to Wei Chengdong.
Wei Chengdong nodded, and I was a little embarrassed, but there was nothing to do with it. Finally, I typed a line in the dialog box:
"Mr. Hanyang, your song is very, very good, and it is worth 200,000. It’s just that we don’t have that much money now. I can borrow one, I can probably make up 150,000. I want to discuss with you, first. Give 150,000 lines? The rest of the money will be given to you within half a year. Can you see it?"
When this passage was sent out, Wei Chengdong and Xu Lan were nervous.
Their eyes stared at the screen without hesitation, and they were extremely eager to hope that Hanyang could agree to their request.
After waiting for a few seconds, the two only feel the second is like a year, even they can hear their heartbeat. Finally, a message is sent out from the dialog box, one for the first time, then ecstatic, and finally changed. Into the complex emotions of moving, admiring, just because the words on the picture of Hanyang said:
"That would give 100,000."
A few words in simple terms, in the eyes of the two, is the release of Mr. Han Yang, a songwriter who is a man of money.
In a word, Wei Chengdong and Xu Lan were not excited. They did not expect that Mr. Han Yang would be so atmospheric and speak so well.
"No!"
After the joy, Xu Lan’s gaze was condensed. She glanced at Wei Chengdong and said with a dignified tone:
Although Mr. Han Yang is so heroic, we can’t do this. Just like you said, the song is worth 200,000, so, We pay 100,000 yuan first and the other 100,000 yuan within half a year."
"Good." Wei Chengdong solemnly nodded, typing a reply, explaining their wishes and insisting on the price of 200,000.
After Zhang Han saw it, he smiled and replied:
"random."
The song's thing was arbitrarily finalized, but Zhang Han also had a request. The song he wrote would be published the next day.
After all, Zhang Han just wants to enrich his music library.
At the same time, in a warm-colored apartment house, the young girl Meidou is lying on the bed lazy, holding a mobile phone wearing a high-quality headset listening to recent popular songs while listening to the side .
Suddenly, the phone sounded a tone, and Meidou curiously opened it. Her eyes condensed and she suddenly sat up:
"Wow! So fast?"
Because she saw the email that Hanyang gave her, and quickly went in to see it. After seeing the name of the song, she gave a slight glimpse:
"9420? Pure number of songs? It's so special, why don't you just love you? But it's okay, it looks very attractive, listen to the song first!"
Meidou laughs and smiles and opens the accompaniment and other documents.
After reading it a few times, she couldn't help but start recording with the software and tried to listen to it.
She knows that this is a boutique song, a little worried, afraid to sing badly.
"Well, the label says that the voice is sweet, thin, cough, then I will suppress the sound."
She cleared her eyes and began to sing along with the accompaniment:
"Walking hands together in the happy street, the breeze slowly blowing you and me, the love is so warm, this love is like a burning fire, the hot flame is like a blooming rose, regardless of daytime The night continues to indulge..."
"About us... um ah ah, I just want to say... oh oh oh oh, simple one... Yu Yu Yu Yu, just love you... 咿一咿一, 翼翼双飞...咿呀Oops, Jin Hao is a medium.... One night and one night, a pair of heavenly creations!"
After a song was sung, she quickly listened.
Listening and listening, her expression gradually became cute. After listening, she opened her mouth and said incredulously:
"Mom, my voice can be so sweet!"
Shangjing City.
In a big house with a very good decoration, the musician 'winter' looked at his computer screen. The sound was played in the accompaniment of the mailbox sent by Hanyang. After half a ring, he quickly plugged in the device and looked at the lyrics. Singing deeply:
"Let me see you again from south to north, like the eyes blindfolded by the Fifth Ring Road. Please tell me again. On that day, the girl holding the box and the man who wipes the sweat, I know that those summers are like I can't come back like youth..."
After a song was sung, his eyes were indulged. He was silent for a while, and finally spit out a few words in his mouth: "Anhe Bridge..."
On the other side of Shangjing City, in an apartment house, the musician is learning to sing a song:
"Maybe you can still see your message on the Internet. Maybe the song I sing still exists on your mobile phone. Maybe I love you buried in my heart and become a secret. Maybe I miss you when you think about me. How many times I told you? I am, this situation has been reminiscent..."
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