Hu Yang's words made the low-key local tyrant feel lost, but he did not speak ill of him.

Looking at the poplar shaking his head on the screen, he suddenly felt bored for a while, and wanted to turn off the live broadcast.

And Hu Yang ignored the angry words of other netizens in the barrage.

"I can help you write songs, but I will never help you sing, if you do something wrong, you have to carry it yourself. ”

"My own choice, I have to stick to it with tears, and I have to finish the road I walk. Hu Yang said.

Ten years ago, he chose to follow his wife to teach in Tibet, and no matter what happened along the way, it took him ten years to complete what he had chosen.

Hu Yang's words made the eyes of the low-key local tyrant light up, and the action of just wanting to quit the live broadcast room froze instantly.

"Would you like to write a song for me, really?" his voice was a little excited.

"Yes, I can write it for you, but not for you to sing, since you already know it's wrong, then why not sing it yourself?"

Populus euphratica's tone was still so flat.

"I.... I'm incomplete, I... I'm afraid I won't be able to sing well. He said with some unconfidence.

"If that's what you think, then you're really wrong, no matter how you sing, as long as you sing with your heart and put your feelings into the song, then in her ears it is the most beautiful and beautiful music in the world. ”

Hu Yang said softly, he was qualified enough to say this.

"Thank you, if you can, if you can give it to me by eight o'clock tomorrow morning, I want to sing it to her before she goes into the operating room. The low-key local tyrant said.

I took a look at the time, and the schedule of the game.

"Don't wait until tomorrow, I'll write to you now, tell me your email address later, and I'll send you the song. After speaking, Hu Yang lowered his head and took out the stave and pen from the backpack on the ground.

There are constant gifts on the screen, and there is no shortage of treasure maps.

Those who heard Hu Yang's refusal of the low-key local tyrant's request before, they were all a little angry with him, too indifferent.

can write songs for Wang Yi, but does not give you a husband who has admitted his mistake and his wife is about to be sent to the operating table.

And it's still the people who support him so much, it's too impersonal.

It wasn't until Populus euphratica's explanation later that they realized that they had misunderstood Populus euphratica.

Hu Yang is right, he can write songs, but he will never sing.

Because there is no sincerity in that, and there is no way to express that you admit your mistakes and regret what you have done before.

At the same time, the people in the live broadcast room also wanted to see what kind of songs Hu Yang could write in such a short period of time.

They really haven't seen anyone write songs live.

Especially when I write songs for others in between my own competitions.

Does it all add up to something that doesn't make people feel excited?

It's a pity that due to the angle, they can only see the poplar with his head down, and the rustling sound made by the tip of the pen crossing the stave....

"Can you adjust the angle, let's see. "The colorful jellyfish is itchy and unbearable.

Hearing this, Hu Yang raised his head and asked, "Don't you mind?"

"As long as you don't mind. The low-key local tyrant hurriedly said, with apprehension in his voice.

Hu Yang didn't care, he adjusted the orientation of his phone, and he could see that two or three lines had been written on the staff......

There are no lyrics, just notes.

Populus Hu stopped talking, kept his head down, sometimes scribbled, and stopped from time to time to hum softly.

In a huge office in a building somewhere in the magic capital, a middle-aged man with puffy eyes, full of tiredness and a little scruffy stared intently at the computer.

He is the low-key local tyrant, Jiang Jianming.

Some nervous, some apprehensive.

What is the strength of Populus euphratica, through this period of understanding, he also knows.

Whether it is "Love Song of the West Sea", "Once Upon a Time in Tibet" or "All Things" and other songs, they are all very classic.

It's just that I don't know how creative he is on the spot, but he can't read the notes on it.

If you don't understand it, then find someone who understands to teach you, call out and tell the secretary to find someone.

By this time, Populus euphratica had already been written.

After checking it a few times, write it again on a new sheet of staff.

Lyrics!

Jiang Jianming and most of the people in the live broadcast room can't read the notes, but they can understand the Chinese characters written by Hu Yang.

Five minutes later, after the poplar was checked.

After thinking for a while, he raised his head and asked, "Can you tell me the names of you and your wife?"

"Jiang Jianming, the river of the Yangtze River, the construction of construction, the bright moon. ”

"Chen Yue, Erdong Chen, the moon of the bright moon. ”

Jiang Jianming did not hesitate at all, his voice was full of excitement, he felt that Hu Yang knew him too well.

The lyrics above are almost tailor-made for him, how not to excite him?

Hearing the words of the low-key local tyrant Jiang Jianming, Hu Yang wrote on the stave: This song is given to Mr. Jiang Jianming, and I wish Ms. Chen Yue a speedy recovery!

"How much is your email address, I'll take a picture and send it to you. Hu Yang said.

Soon, he sent the photo to Jiang Jianming's mailbox.

"Can you give me that manuscript?" Jiang Jianming asked.

This is no problem, Hu Yang nodded and agreed, and after writing down his address, he will send it tomorrow or evening.

"Please send me your bank card number, and I'll let the finance send you money right away. Jiang Jianming will not forget his promise.

Hu Yang shook his head and said.

"If it's because of the money, do you think I could write this song? And it's already written, it's a gift to you. ”

He won't take the money.

Some money can be taken openly, but some money cannot be collected.

It doesn't matter how much money you have.

wrote songs for Jiang Jianming, just because he realized his mistakes.

His wife is about to be sent to the operating table, and she wants to express her love and reluctance to her with her singing.

and the pain that poplar has experienced when he lost his wife, the kind of pain that can make people unable to breathe......

He hoped that others would not go through the same injuries he had suffered.

That's why he was willing to write this song.

Ten million, he really doesn't care.

"From today onwards, you Hu Yang is my friend of Jiang Jianming. ”

Hu Yang nodded with a smile, he recognized this friend.

"Since you don't want to take the money, donate it to charity, in your name. ”

"I'm going to find someone to teach me how to sing this song, so I'm going to go first. ”

After speaking, he swiped all the money on his account to Hu Yang.

Looking at Jiang Jianming, who disappeared on the wheat order, Hu Yang still said: "I wish my sister-in-law all the best and a speedy recovery!"

I actually recognized this friend, and I didn't have to be too rusty.

"Cherish the company you are around, don't break their hearts!" Hu Yang said to the live broadcast room.

His words have just been finished.

There are a lot of gifts on the screen, many of which are given by people on the gift list.

Then they left the live broadcast room one after another.

They all heard and understood Hu Yang's words.

In the past, the "yellow-faced woman" who was too lazy to dress up and no longer looked young and beautiful around her, it turned out that she had silently paid so much for this family.

But I felt a little bored, feeling that she couldn't take it out and couldn't take it out.

listened to Jiang Jianming's words and read the songs written by Hu Yang.

They all knew they were ignoring how much she had done for the family.

I also remembered who took good care of himself when he was drunk, and no matter how late he came back, there was always a warm and delicious meal.

The moment I stepped into the house, I could always see a bright smile on her face.