"What's going on?"

Han Yanshuo and the others, who were late, came in and looked at the haggard Wang Ziwen and wondered.

"Go buy me a pack of cigarettes. Wang Ziwen said with difficulty.

"Brother, you can't smoke anymore, I've never seen you smoke before. ”

Wang Ziwen was silent......

If it weren't for this little black fat man, he wouldn't have anesthetized himself.

Now what is that?

Hypocritical!

Is this dead fat man taking revenge?

Just because you punched him in the morning?

If you don't know, how can this matter be so entangled.

What if a fan asks him to sleep with him and jumps off the building if he doesn't sleep with him?

It's scary to think about.

"Brother Ziwen, what's wrong. Han Yanshuo asked in fluent English.

Could it be the after-effects of drinking too much?

It would have been a question mark on his face.

"It's okay," seeing that Baolan didn't speak, Wang Ziwen waved his hand, "You two come and try it, this is what I wrote before, see if it's suitable." ”

After a pause, he remembered the distress of becoming famous, and continued: "I only have one request, I can't say that I wrote it, you can just say that you are original." ”

It doesn't matter if it's money or not, just so that you can find a partner openly in the future.

"How can it, Brother Ziwen, you can write a song for us, we are very grateful. ”

Han Yanshuo was anxious.

What if this is an attempt to get away with it?

Don't write a bad song.

"Okay, that's it, look at the song, this song was originally intended for Baolan, but I think you are more suitable. Wang Ziwen said impatiently.

Can this little black fat man sing that kind of feeling?

No kidding, he's good for nothing but singing.

Now he is full of hatred for Baolan.

"It's not good! We're not in a hurry. Han Yanshuo was a little panicked now.

took a deep look at Wang Ziwen, even if you think it's appropriate for us to sing after all, but is it appropriate for you to say it so blatantly?

What if someone gets angry!

Really......

A few seconds later, Bao Lan asked the strange man to translate in confusion.

"Ward fake," Bao Lan was anxious after listening to the translation, "Wang, why didn't you say it when you wrote me a song...... I'm not your brother. ”

He was excited.

He still hasn't had a song of his own!

finally had a song, but it ended up being given to someone else in front of him?

What is this?

No one was in the mood to translate to him yesterday what was going on.

"Mr. Baolan, we don't need it, and English songs are not for us. Han Yanshuo hugged Yang Yan.

After speaking, he glanced at Wang Ziwen with resentment.

Is that really the right thing?

"This song is not for you, go buy a pack of cigarettes, I'll give you a better one. Wang Ziwen staggered to his feet, "Ahem...... Rock or stage music is yours. ”

"Is it okay to have the same song?" After speaking, I felt that Wang Ziwen's face was wrong.

"You can give me one song first, and then I'll talk about the other one. ”

“OK。 Wang Ziwen nodded.

As for when there will be...

Who knows......

It's not easy to write a song, and some of them take years to craft a song.

"Yang, go buy Wang a pack of the best cigarettes, the best kind. ”

Yang Quan stared at Baolan dumbfounded when he heard this: "But ......"

Baolan looked at Yang Quan, who wanted to speak and stopped: "No, but." ”

said with a mouthful of white teeth, and said with a smile: "If you do a good job, I will let you be my agent in the future." ”

He looked at Yang Quan with an expression that you have made a lot of money.

Just kidding, he's a future world superstar.

It's still the kind that can direct and act on its own.

Now it's just about accumulating fans through music.

He has always believed that as long as he is given a stage, he can shine.

Acting, filming, these things should not be too simple.

Didn't you see the music he had always resisted, and he casually studied it and won the third place in the world's No. 1 conservatory?

He has two friends in the academy, isn't it because only the three of them are of the same kind.

The world of genius is incomprehensible to ordinary people.

He has always believed in this.

Five minutes later, a panting Yang Quan came back and handed Wang Ziwen a pack of cigarettes.

The packaging is very beautiful, but I don't know what kind of cigarette it is, anyway, it looks better than the 300 yuan pack of cigarettes that the waiter brought just now.

Bao Lan enthusiastically lit a fire for him.

looked at Wang Ziwen with a blank eye.

"Si ......", Wang Ziwen took a deep breath and saw Baolan's eyes and wondered, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay...... You smoke ......"

He rubbed his hands as he spoke, and said, "That...... Brother my song. ”

“……”

I haven't finished my cigarette yet!

What's the hurry?

I thought about it and opened the folder, and looked at the song that I had written in the hospital in front of me.

(Last) ......

That's you.

"Look at it. "Let's go ahead and take a bite.

Baolan took the notebook and said in surprise: "Thank you, brother, I know that I am the best in your heart." ”

He was moved.

With such a good brother, what more could you ask for.

As for why it was in the computer before, it must have been written by Wang before, but he was shy and didn't give it to him.

I opened it and looked at the lyrics......

Is this TM rock 'n' roll?

"Ward fake," he said, gesturing to the computer screen, "is this really what you wrote to me?"

Full of joy, he blew up.

There was no warning.

When Wang Ziwen heard this, he thought to himself, did he take the wrong one?

I looked at it......

That's right! It's Lincoln's song from the previous life.

He pinched the cigarette butt and said, "That's right!"

"How is rock all rap, who sings that rock 'n' roll is soft?"

I thought: Is he taking me for a fool?

"Where is it soft?"

"Then you try," he said Han Yanshuo with the guitar on his back, and said to him, "Give him the guitar and let Wang try it." ”

When Han Yanshuo heard this, he said cautiously: "Brother Ziwen, don't smash the guitar again, this is what Yanzi gave me." After speaking, he handed the guitar to Wang Ziwen.

“………”

“…………”

What kind of fuss is this!

I don't even know how to do this!

Bao Lan saw that the prince didn't answer: "What's the matter, it's not for you to make up music now, you just try it, or is this not rock at all?"

Load, you keep loading!

Still trying to lie to him?

Is he that stupid?

He doesn't like to use his brain, but he doesn't have no brains.

Wang Ziwen, who was in a dilemma, took the guitar in a daze, and was about to add proficiency to the three-second sleep Dafa......

Suddenly...

Seems like he can play with this thing.

"Ding......

I tried to play it a few times, and it seemed that I knew everything about the line......

Could it be that he just forgot about it for a while?

Just force it to remember?

But that's not right! If you force it to remember, isn't it more difficult when you first crossed?

There is also an ex-girlfriend who came out inexplicably just now.

"King!", just as he was thinking about Bao Lan, he was interrupted, "You won't admit that this song is not rock!"

"I just tried this guitar. ”

Talking began.

"There's one thing from start to finish

What I do know is

It's like a dream I know

You're leaving me..."

A sad bass sounded in his mouth.

"I'm working so hard, I'm so persistent

But it turned out to be to no avail. ”

When he roared a sad high note, how many people were shocked?

Seeing Wang Ziwen stop, Baolan hurriedly said, "What about the back!"

He was blown away, the song was so good.

"Won't .................."