"By the way, Fang Jing, what type of song are you going to sing in a while?" After chatting for a while, Yu Meng put his cheek on his cheek with one hand and asked curiously.

Pointing to the guitar next to him, Fang Jing smiled: "Same as Lao Zhao, folk songs." ”

"Yo, you two are more energetic, even choose the same singing?"

Fang Jing shook his head and chuckled, he knew that Yu Meng was joking, although he and Zhao Lei could talk, but they had only known each other for a few days.

"My song has already been chosen, even if I don't have Lao Zhao, I will sing this one. ”

"Do you know that your seventeen-year-old song has become popular in the rainy season? Now the streets and alleys are full of this song," Yu Meng said playfully, winking.

"When are you going to record it on the Internet? ”

"Really?" Fang Jing was a little surprised, he didn't have much Internet access during this time, and he practiced guitar every day, how could he know these things.

"Wait, don't think about it for the time being, at least you have to finish recording here, and upload it together when the time comes. ”

"How many good songs do you have?" Fang Jing said lightly, and Yu Meng's jaw was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped.

"The Buddha said, you can't say it, you can't say it, but as long as you know that Fangjing is produced, it must be a high-quality product. ”

"Brother Fang, what do you think of me?" Yu Meng stroked his hair and said with a smile.

"What do you want to do? Tempt me? Let me tell you, I'm still a minor, I'm only eighteen this month, and you're breaking the law. ”

"Hahaha!" Zhao Lei laughed when he heard it, and after seeing Yu Meng's angry gaze, he held back again, but the two rows of white teeth exposed to the air couldn't hide it.

"Phew, what do you want?" Yu Meng's face flushed, "I want to ask you to help me tailor a song, and the price is for you to open." ”

"Oh!

The second purpose of Fang Jing's trip is to increase his popularity, and he will sell songs in the future, but he didn't expect customers to come to the door so soon.

But you can't agree to talk about business too refreshingly, otherwise the goods will not sell well, Fang Jing pretended to be embarrassed, opened his mouth and closed his mouth.

"Are you embarrassed? I'm sorry, blame me Meng Lang, you didn't say it to me. ”

Yu Meng thought that he didn't want to sell it, after all, it was not easy to put out a good song, who would easily take it out and sell it? And Fang Jing's singing skills are not bad, and now he is making his debut again, and it is more likely that he will sing it himself in the future.

"No, I didn't say I wouldn't write it to you. "Fang Jing is in a hurry, why doesn't this girl go to the road, she will die if she asks a few more words?

"I have a few suitable songs for girls to sing here, and I spent a lot of time, revisions, and countless all-nighters to complete.

I just don't know what price you want, so I just thought about it, but I didn't expect to be misunderstood by you. ”

"What does the price mean?" Yu Meng was a little confused, why did he still divide the price? Isn't it OK to just take the money?

"Ahem! That's right, I divide the songs into several grades, third-rate, second-rate, first-class, classic, different grades, and different price points.

A third-rate song and a five-...... Eight thousand, second-rate twenty thousand, first-class one hundred thousand, which price do you choose?"

Yu Meng was dumbfounded, the first time I saw someone selling songs like vegetables, you should be pork, and you still have a waist and front hooves?

Zhao Lei scratched his head, "No, listen to what you mean, can you still know whether the song is popular or not, to what extent?"

"Of course! If I don't have any confidence, what songs do I sell? Fang Jing's chest thumped, "Within seven days, there is no reason to return the goods." ”

Anyway, the girl's song Fang Jing can't sing, so it's better to sell it and make some money.

Zhao Lei's eyelids jumped when he heard this, it was the first time he saw such a crazy person, I am afraid that the singer in Xiangjiang would not dare to say this kind of thing, right?

Who can guarantee that a song will be popular before it is released? Sometimes you think it's good, but it's just that you think what can you do if the audience doesn't buy it?

Seeing that Yu Meng was hesitant and didn't know what to think, Fang Jing decided to add a fire, and this kind of big fat sheep would be gone.

"I'm not bragging, you listened to the seventeen-year-old rainy season I sang the other day? ”

"Wouldn't it?" Yu Meng was shocked, that song is now going crazy outside, especially in major colleges and universities, and it is very popular with young students.

I didn't expect Fang Jing to say that it was just second-rate, and second-rate people were all like this, so why did they have first-class?

"Think about it, there won't be this shop after this village. ”

"I want to buy a second-rate one, do you have it?" After thinking about it, Yu Meng gritted his teeth and said. With her current conditions, she can only afford this price.

If the effect is really the same as Fang Jing said, then 20,000 yuan is not a loss at all.

"Yes!!, you're satisfied. ”

Fang Jing smiled happily and opened the door, this trip is not worth it, this is 20,000 yuan.

Thinking of the song that was cast in junior high school, his heart was dripping blood, and now he sells it for at least 180,000.

"Do you have a pen? I'll write to you right away. ”

"I didn't bring it, you wait, I'll go to the staff and ask for it." Saying that, Yu Meng got up and was about to run over to find it.

"Who is Fang Jing! Ready to go on stage! Come here!"

Hearing the staff calling, Fang Jing didn't dare to slack off, "Don't be busy yet, wait for me for a few minutes, and then I'll talk about it when I come back." ”

After saying that, it is not the same as a dream reaction, picking up the guitar and trotting over, led by the staff to the back of the big screen.

The buddies on the backstage came down in two minutes, Fang Jing went up, and the two met halfway, Fang Jing felt familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"Hello three teachers, my name is Fang Jing, and the next thing I sing is my original song childhood. ”

bowed, and when the palms in the audience disappeared, Fang Jing approached the microphone and played and sang to himself.

"On the banyan tree by the pond

I know that I am screaming about summer

On a swing by the playground

There was a butterfly perched on it

The teacher's chalk on the blackboard was chattering and writing. ”

......

The tune of this song is cheerful, the sense of substitution is very strong, childhood, as the name suggests, is the years of childhood, summer, playground, swings, butterflies, blackboard.

Just in an instant, the audience at the scene was brought into the scene, and suddenly returned to the cute years when they were children and when they were studying.

"The girl in the next class

Why haven't you passed by my window yet?

Snacks in the mouth and caricatures in the hands

The childhood of the first love in my heart

Always wait until before going to bed

Only then did I know that I had only done a little bit of homework

It always comes after the exam

I realized that I didn't read the book that I should have read

Every inch of time is golden

The teacher said that it is difficult to buy an inch of time

Day after day, year after year

Confused childhood. ”

......

On the tutor's seat, Han Hong was tapping the beat with her fingers while reminiscing about the lyrics.

This song is really well written, just over 100 words encompass the entire childhood, the innocence of children, simple, playful, ignorant love for girls, and expectations for growing up......

"Bang, la, la!"

As soon as the singing ended, the whole scene burst into warm applause, and Huang Xiaoming couldn't wait to speak.

"You're a genius, really, and you're really amazing to be able to sing into the heart of someone with five notes in my voice.

Just now I followed your singing the whole time, the mud playground, the swing, the teacher, reading comics in class, I didn't know that I didn't finish my homework before I went to bed, and the girl in the next class, the commissary, I feel that what you sang was the childhood of our generation.

Are you interested in coming to my company and writing songs for my films?"

Huang Xiaoming, what are you doing? You haven't stepped down yet, don't talk about this kind of thing again. Han Hong glanced at Huang Xiaoming dissatisfied, and then said: "Fang Jing, my company also sends people, come with me, my sister will take you to a concert." ”