"Because, because I ......" Lin Pingzhi pinched his throat, holding a guitar in his hand, trying to find a beautiful melody that was catchy.

It's not enough to have women's clothing, this is a music show, no matter what, the contestants still have to show their voices, this is like a Chinese test paper, it doesn't matter if you answer casually, at least the teacher has room to operate, but if you hand in a blank paper, you will definitely lose, even if your name is written well, it is useless.

The guitar in his hand is a thousand-dollar Yamaha, two years ago, after graduating from junior high school, his mother bought it for him, since he reached puberty, he may have had a second illness in middle school, and some inexplicable melodies and fragments often appear in his mind, which sounds no worse than the current hits, which is quite bothering him.

Because when you want to memorize it, you find that you don't have enough basic music knowledge and literacy, and it is difficult to write those beautiful melodies in your mind purely by rote memorization - but there is no such genius in the music world, and a Taiwanese music boss wrote his first tune by hard memorization.

Composition is a skill that requires talent. Profound musical literacy allows you to grasp and restore inspiration, but without talent, they can hardly produce beautiful and moving inspiration, and the music style is narrow and single, rigid and stiff, which is so cruel.

Fortunately, although Lin Pingzhi is a bad reader, he works very what he is interested in, and through the funding and self-study of his family, he can still barely write a decent tune, and it is not too much to say that he is a little genius.

Note that not every composer sings well, composition and singing are related, but they are actually two different things.

"Lala, la, lalala......" The broken gong hissed, and the voice was different and moving.

"Lin Pingzhi, what the hell are you doing?"

The door was slammed open, and when my mother came back from the night shift, she saw Lin Pingzhi wearing pajamas and humming with a guitar.

She looked at Lin Pingzhi's computer desktop suspiciously, scanned the position of the toilet paper up and down, and confirmed that it was more than sixty centimeters away from her son—a distance where it was difficult for her left hand (some people have the right hand, and some more fiercely couldn't free up their hands) to easily pull out the paper, and then she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't do bad things! Don't hear it! I didn't buy a computer for you to think about those things!"

The poor son's face is flushed, do I still need to solve my own physiological problems with this face?

"It's composing, composing. He explained awkwardly.

"Composer, what kind of music?" The mother leaned over and whispered with a mysterious face, "How many people can you go in that competition?" son, tell your mother the truth......

"Didn't you support me in the game......?

"Don't approve or disapprove, isn't it afraid that you will be wronged, the family is obviously not bad, wouldn't it be beautiful to read two books of accounting and come out and mix with your father, will your uncle still want you? However, even if I don't support it, since you have participated in the competition, who doesn't want you to be ranked higher...... Recently, the teachers in the office have been asking me, saying that you have a good future, the top 30 in the country, and you are looking for me to sign an autograph, so I don't want you to climb up a little. ”

Hehe, Lin Junjie, tens of billions of family assets waiting to be inherited, that's not good singing, hard work, twist vines are just ordinary families, our family background is not bad.

Wait, Lin Junjie, I know, who is Twist Vine? Hell, what's wrong with me lately?!

"Mom, do you support me?" Lin Pingzhi was overjoyed, "I have an idea recently, that is, I want to continue walking, not just to participate in competitions, I want to really be a star, to make money to support my family......"

The mother rushed over and gave Lin Pingyi a brainstorm: "Be a star, what kind of star? Didn't you say in an interview that you wanted to pursue your music dream?

Lin Ping's face was embarrassed.

"You look handsome when you are young, everyone praises it, I don't know how many doll relatives have refused over the years, I'm afraid that you have any ideas because of your appearance, you want to be a star and a model, and you have reported a lot of classes for studying and learning interest cultivation, but I didn't expect you to still want to be a star, what's so good about being a star?"

"Celebrities make a lot of money, Mom. Lin Pingzhi jumped out of the boss's chair, touched his small schoolbag, and took out a stack of 50,000 yuan, "No, this uncle gave it to me, I went to sing to their corporate party, and my father also knew about it......"

"How much?"

"Fifty thousand!"

The mother swallowed in disbelief, "My monthly salary is only more than 4,000 yuan, plus the bonus is 60,000 or 70,000 yuan a year, which is almost the same as you?" I will be evaluated for the title of senior teacher next year......

"I can't read, but I'm beautiful, and the great man said, don't think about your own shortcomings, but give full play to your strengths and fight guerrilla warfare...... I'm just good-looking, and I'm a little talented, don't you think I've adapted a song to become popular......?

Lin Ping looked at his mother with beautiful eyes, his eyes were full of pleading, he curled up slightly, looking up at his mother from the bottom up, and tried all his ways to gain sympathy.

But the mother still didn't answer, her face was a little tired after work, the corners of her eyes had crawled into wrinkles, and she looked at her son in front of her, who had put forward her life plan for the first time.

"Alas......" seemed to sigh softly.

Just when Lin Pingzhi thought he was going to send himself a cool song, the mother finally spoke.

"You don't come to be poor, Lin Pingzhi, let me tell you, if within a year, a year, you don't have any improvement, you don't want to be a star, be an accountant honestly, and if I buy a car and your father buys a house in the future, you will be responsible for being beautiful as a flower, and you are afraid that you will not be able to please your wife?"

Lin Pingzhi's frustrated eyes suddenly widened, and he hugged his mother's thigh and cried, "I must work hard, I must work hard, if there is no improvement, I will listen to you." ”

"But," he looked at his mother vigilantly, for fear of being tricked, "what is it called improving, Mom, you give a condition." ”

"Didn't you earn 50,000 yuan? If you can earn another 250,000 yuan this year and support yourself, then I will be relieved. ”

100,000, hey, isn't it just a matter of two songs? Lin Pingzhi innocently thought about it and nodded again and again.

"Also, do me a favor!"

Mother took out a few photo stickers on Lin Pingzhi's stage from her bag, it is estimated that it was temporarily manufactured and sold by an unscrupulous manufacturer, which belongs to a copycat without copyright, Lin Pingzhi on the photo or affectionately closed his eyes, or knelt on the ground and cried, or festive and dynamic, without exception are absolute beautiful male hard photos!

"Sign it, one for each person, by the way, write a sentence, I'll take it to my colleagues, their children like you." ”

"Are they all women?" Lin Pingzhi asked suddenly.

"There are men too, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing, I'm happy. Lin Pingzhi was secretly delighted, the conditions of the buddy are so good, and the potential of male fans is huge.

"What's your name?" "Wang Mazi, Zhao Fatzi, Li is blind." ”

"And what do you want to say?"

"Just study hard and make progress every day. ”

"Okay!" Lin Pingzhi was particularly happy to sign the learning greetings, inexplicably a little proud.