Zhao Fusheng can actually understand Mu Qingwan's choice, after all, in her opinion, she is just an outsider, and someone who can't even compose music can't be regarded as a person in the music industry.

It is precisely for this reason that Mu Qingwan's idea is very simple, just buy the lyrics with the money, and then leave.

As for composition, she didn't think Zhao Fusheng could sing very well, although Mu Qingqing said conclusively that the song she heard Zhao Fusheng sing at that time was really good.

"Silly girl, you're not a professional, so you don't understand. Mu Qingwan said seriously to her niece.

Looking at his aunt, Mu Qingqing shook her head, the expression on her face was quite serious: "But when he sang it at the time, it was really good, it was a shocking feeling." ”

"Shocked?"

Mu Qingwan chuckled: "You know what it means to be shocked." Okay, don't worry, my aunt will definitely find the best composer to compose this song. ”

Mu Qingqing looked at her aunt helplessly, she naturally knew that her aunt's personality was like this, and the things she decided would not be changed easily, but the problem was that she was the first person to hear Zhao Fusheng sing this song, and the shocking and tearful feeling at that time made Mu Qingqing really not believe it, and someone would write something more beautiful than the melody sung by Zhao Fusheng.

"Auntie, otherwise, you can give me a copy of the finished tune and let me listen to it, okay?" Mu Qingqing thought for a while and asked Mu Qingwan.

"Okay, well, depending on you. Mu Qingwan touched her niece's head dotingly, and said with a smile, "You girl, are you unwilling?"

"It's not that I'm unwilling, it's that I really think he sings very well. Mu Qingqing said seriously: "Moreover, there is a feeling of unfinished business." ”

"Okay, okay, I got it. ”

Mu Qingwan didn't take this seriously at all, and waved her hand: "Let's go, my aunt invites you to dinner, let's have a big meal." ”

As she spoke, she smiled and pulled Mu Qingqing into the car, and the black Santana walked away and disappeared into the campus.

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If Zhao Fusheng knew about the conversation between Mu Qingqing and Mu Qingwan, he would definitely be impressed by Mu Qingqing, in fact, the song "Prose Poem Written by Father" did have two versions in Zhao Fusheng's memory in his previous life. The former is a girls' version, while the latter is a cello version.

Originally, Zhao Fusheng was going to say it, but seeing Mu Qingwan's attitude, he thought about it and swallowed back the words that came to his mouth.

He is not a philanthropist, Mu Qingwan obviously didn't take himself seriously, and Zhao Fusheng didn't have that kindness.

Back in the dormitory, turned on the computer to maintain the website background, Zhao Fusheng felt that it was actually necessary for him to rent a house outside the school, otherwise the computer would be in the dormitory all the time, and it would be a trouble.

But this matter is not in a hurry, after all, there is still more than half a month before the start of school.

At noon, Zhao Fusheng originally planned to go to the library to borrow a few books, but Zhao's father sent a pager to his son, saying that he would come to the school with Zhao's mother in the afternoon to have a look. Zhao Fusheng thought about it and guessed that his parents should have come to inspect the supermarket, so he didn't go to the library, but waited for his parents to come over in the dormitory.

Sure enough, at one o'clock, Zhao's father and Zhao's mother went downstairs and asked the dormitory administrator to call Zhao Fusheng downstairs, he hurriedly packed his things, took his bank card, and hurriedly went out with the five thousand yuan in cash he got from Mu Qingwan in the morning.

"Stinky boy, what are you doing in the dormitory all day?" Zhao's mother glared at her son and said dissatisfied.

In fact, she also knew that Zhao Fusheng didn't go home naturally because Fan Baobao's family lived there, and the people who said before that they were network managers and tutors were just excuses.

"I help our counselors. The first sentence of Zhao Fusheng's mouth made Zhao's mother and Zhao's father stunned.

"Your counselor, is that very beautiful Teacher Zheng?" asked Zhao's mother in surprise.

When she was a freshman, once Zhao Fusheng was sick, she went to the school to help ask for leave, and she had seen Zheng Yao, so she was naturally very impressed by that beautiful counselor.

Zhao Fusheng nodded, didn't talk nonsense, led his parents to the construction bank near the dormitory, took out the bank card, and said to the counter attendant: "Hello, I want to take out all the money in the card." ”

"Okay, you have 30,000 yuan here, take them out?"

"Yes. ”

Soon, 30,000 yuan in cash was handed to Zhao Fusheng, he took back the bank card, turned his head, and handed the money to his father: "Dad, this is my bonus." ”

Zhao's father and Zhao's mother are dizzy now, Mu Ran took the money handed by his son and put it in the bag he carried, and the family of three came to the bank.

"Son, where did you get this money?" Zhao's father relieved himself at this time, and asked Zhao Fusheng with a serious face.

"yes, tell mom what's going on?"

Zhao's mother was also worried, and the couple were afraid that their son would go down the wrong path.

A sophomore student took home 30,000 yuan for no reason, and whoever became his parent had to be afraid.

"Our teacher Zheng set up an advertising studio outside, and then Qin Wentao, the deputy of our class, and I both helped out with her, which was the bonus I got after one of my advertising plans was adopted. Zhao Fusheng explained to his parents seriously.

This is a half-truth, and the reason is naturally that I don't want parents to worry too much about the gap between themselves and Fan Baobao.

More importantly, Zhao Fusheng didn't want his parents to worry too much about money, and he could be regarded as making an excuse for himself to help his family. With this reason, in the future, if you give money to the family by yourself, your parents should not refuse.

"Really?"

Zhao's father was skeptical, and he didn't believe his son's words, after all, Zhao Fusheng was only a sophomore, and he was able to independently plan advertising cases, which was too unreliable.

Zhao's mother was very happy: "My son is so powerful, tell me, where is your counselor's studio?"

"It's near the school, she's supposed to be there today. Zhao Fusheng smiled, he had already called Zheng Yao before, because Bai Jie and Qin Wentao went to BJ, and she happened to stay in the studio to interview newcomers.

"Then let's go over and have a look, and by the way, invite your counselors to have a meal, and thank them for giving you this opportunity. Dad Zhao said at this time.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Okay, then I'll take you there." ”

In fact, he understood what his father meant, inviting guests to dinner was secondary, and gratitude was just an excuse, and his real purpose should be to investigate whether what he said was true or false.

For his father, Zhao Fusheng now feels more and more that he may have been really dragged down by himself in his previous life.