"Poof!"

"No, my stomach hurts from laughing!"

"This uncle, how can this be, this is too sharp. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Hu Xinyi was lying on the bed.

The play in Hengdian will be completed tomorrow.

I don't have my own role today, a rare day off.

There is one last finale tomorrow, and after the finale, I will be able to rest for a few months.

Hu Xinyi has an idea in her heart, that is, to use the rest time of these months to release an album for herself.

This idea, a few months ago, came to me myself.

A while ago, I also arranged an agent to look for some better lyrics and songs on the Flying Music Newcomer List.

The aspect of my own search should mainly be for those newcomers who have good song quality and are not good at singing.

However, after months of searching, few songs were able to get into their eyes.

Now the filming is almost over.

With a break of three or four months, I can release an album by myself.

This album is not to make money, but to fulfill his dream of being a singer.

Although he said that he also released albums and singles at the beginning, those songs were not what he liked, and he wanted to release an album that he loved.

"Sister Xinyi, are you looking at your uncle again?" Peng Wei on the side heard Hu Xinyi's words to herself, and couldn't help but joke.

"Go aside, don't you like uncle? You're not a member of the Su family's army?"

Hu Xinyi said angrily, she knew that her agent was Su Xinbao's iron fan and a core member of Su Jiajun.

"By the way, Sister Xinyi, it will be finished tomorrow, the company has arranged a three-month vacation for you, where exactly are you going?"

"I'm going to release an album, I'm going to go to my uncle to ask for a song. ”

Hu Xinyi suddenly said what she thought in her heart.

"Out of the album, find an uncle to make an appointment?" Peng Wei muttered and continued.

"Sister Xinyi, have you contacted the uncle? After the uncle stepped into this circle, he never showed up. ”

"I have my own way!" Hu Xinyi raised the corners of her mouth slightly and said mysteriously.

……

Su Cong used Su Xinbao's scarf to publish the information, and then he didn't pay attention to it.

It's late afternoon.

It didn't take long for both parents to return.

"Xiao Cong, you come out for a moment. Say something. Zhao Xiaoning said.

"Mom, is the house good?" Su Jiu agreed and walked out of the bedroom.

My father was sitting on the sofa in the living room, drinking water and resting.

"The house has been looked at, the deposit has been paid, I will discuss with your father, look at the date, and then move. What do you think?" Zhao Xiaoning said.

"Dad, Mom, you just have to decide this, I can do it at any time!" Su Cong said indifferently.

I was reborn, and I don't have much nostalgia for this home, as long as my relatives are still there, no matter where it is.

"Okay, then I'll discuss it with your father, and when the time comes, choose a good day and call the moving company to move. ”

"By the way, you went to the company today, right?"

"It's ok, it's all good. Su Cong should bear it.

"Well, when you go to the company, you have to work hard, get along with your colleagues, don't think that you are a star if you sign a contract, you must have a good relationship with your boss and colleagues......"

“……”

turned over the nagging, and the concern of his parents made Su Cong feel a little embarrassed in his heart.

In the living room, he chatted with his father for a while, and after dinner, Su Cong returned to the bedroom again.

Turn on your computer.

A month later, it's time to start preparing for the release of your own album.

The route he took was different from that of ordinary light language artists.

From now on, I have to plan which songs I should use for my first album.

Su Cong took out a pen and began to write and draw in the notebook.

"Well, this one can be!"

"This song isn't for me!"

"This song is not bad, to be decided. ”

“……”

Su Cong writes and paints, in the notebook, and his mouth is also nagging, his first album, to be honest, Su Cong's heart is full of excitement.

Standing on the stage of the crowd and enjoying the adoring eyes of the world, this is the star dream that Su Cong has always had, whether it is in the past life or in this life.

It's all true.

"Songs must only be handed in one by one, not all at once, otherwise others will be suspicious. ”

Su Cong muttered alone.

An album, in general, consists of eight to twelve songs.

Mainstream singer, is ten songs.

Singer-songwriter, is twelve songs.

Eight songs, generally belong to the kind of star, relying on the fan effect, purely to make a handful, will choose eight songs.

Su Cong knew in his heart that Xinhua Entertainment was ready to compete for the singer newcomer of the year, so the first album would definitely have to choose twelve songs.

Only a twelve-song album is eligible to compete for the Artist of the Year Newcomer of the Year.

In a month's time, choosing twelve songs is not a difficult task for Su Cong.

Realistically, it's not a problem at all.

The reason why Su Cong is like this is because there are too many good songs, and he doesn't know which ones to choose.

After all, his first album is of great significance.

A whole bunch of song titles are listed.

Su Cong didn't choose well.

Put down the pen in your hand.

Ready to turn on the computer, refer to which style of songs are more popular in this world.

Let's take a look at what kind of style the world's long-lasting classic songs are.

The computer is successfully booted and the interface opens.

Su Cong habitually opened the scarf.

The discussion on the scarf continues, and the war abuse between fans has not stopped.

As long as it doesn't involve the post bar war, in general, these are nothing.

Habitually glanced.

"Got a private message?"

Su Cong was slightly stunned.

Su Xinbao's scarf, since he released his first song and verified the scarf, he has turned off the private message function, and those who can send private messages to him are all friends.

If you don't turn off this function, the private messages of fans every day will definitely be able to make your computer crash.

Be a star, be a public figure, that's it.

Now there are few people who can send private messages to Su Xinbao's identity.

This identity did not add any friends.

"Who could it be?"

Su Cong opened it curiously and was stunned.

"Hu Xinyi!"

It was she who sent me a private message.

Hu Xinyi's three words, Su Cong is no stranger, it can be said that Chinese people are no strangers, as a goddess who has become a first-line star by her appearance.

It is also a legendary story in the entertainment industry.

Su Cong knew in his heart that Hu Xinyi was originally a singer.

In fact, her singing skills are not bad, but because she has never encountered a good song, the identity of the singer is not popular, and later her company arranged to enter the film and television industry, and with her good looks, she became the new goddess of the entertainment industry.

At the beginning, when Hu Xinyi mobilized her fans to help her, she deliberately did an investigation.

I still know a lot about Hu Xinyi.

To be able to become a first-line star, you can definitely do it not only rely on your appearance, which Su Cong knows very well in his heart.

Hu Xinyi's acting skills and singing skills are very good, and her voice is also very powerful.

Not to mention the level of singing.

It's just that it's covered up by a high appearance.

A goddess who can obviously rely on her talent to eat, but she has become a goddess who eats by her appearance.

Su Cong didn't think much about it and opened the private message.

Let's take a look at what Hu Xinyi wrote for herself......