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It has been occupying the top position of the music source list for several weeks in a row.

But none of these things seem to have anything to do with Wang Nanqian, who is a composer - except for looking forward to how much copyright fees he can get in 2013, when he has a "bumper harvest", he no longer cares about these "extraneous affairs".

After finishing the performance stage of major TV stations at the end of 2013, Wang Nanqian, who had been almost busy for the past year, finally completed all the itineraries arranged for him by the planning department of S.M. Company, and then got a half-month vacation - this extremely hard-won "public expense" approved by Kim Yingmin himself During the holidays, he did not run back to China like Wu Yifan, nor did he accept the invitation of those members of the K team to go to their homes to eat and drink, but Wang Nanqian was arranged by Lin Xuanjun and shrunk alone in the first week of 2014 to a small city called "Yeosu" in Jeollanam-do, which is very sparsely populated and only famous for vacation tourism.

He lived in a suite in a high-end resort hotel in this small city - he lived a "leisurely" life of getting up at noon every day, scribbling on paper and writing lyrics during the day, and going out at night to see the beautiful night view, which felt like completely leaving behind all the worries and sorrows of the "world".

However, it was just "like" to be thrown away, and how great would it be if we could really throw away everything from the past?

However, the papers that were scattered on the table, all the traces that he had scribbled on, the guitar from Seoul that he threw on the seat, and the undeleted messages of the past few days on his mobile phone next to his pillow were all really there, reminding him that this was real life - he couldn't hide for long, and he had to face what he had to face sooner or later: even if he had "self-exiled" When he arrived in such a rural place, he tried to avoid the disturbing complications until everything was restored to normal, but when the vacation was over, which was said to be short and short, long enough, he still had to go back.

After a short period of "charging", there are more, more complicated, and more terrible things waiting for him - relatives and friends around him have chosen to trust him, believing that he can light up the sky that now seems to have been clouded with a gray future, and his girlfriend has also chosen to trust him, even though her eyes are full of tears and her brows are tightly locked, but she still forgives him in the end who confessed everything and is willing to give him another chance......

For the sake of these people, how can he really be depressed?

How could he fail them?

There are so many responsibilities on his shoulders now, and everything is not the same as before.

sighed softly, pressed the alarm of the mobile phone that woke him up from his sleep, squinted his eyes and looked at the winter noon sun shining into the room through the floor-to-ceiling window, feeling the faint warmth - Wang Nanqian just completely flattened her body on the bed, and came to her senses in a daze.

Everything seems to be difficult, but in fact, it is not that difficult to solve - just write this song that is too important and too crucial, take a trophy for four or five singing stages, and then wait for the president of Kim Young-min, who is satisfied with this, to give him more personal itinerary and itinerary in Chinese mainland as he once promised......

By then he should have gained enough importance that he would no longer have to endure those things, and by then he should have accumulated enough strength - all problems would have been solved: whether it was his own career, the future of his relatives and friends, or the affection that he already owed......

"NAN, ARE YOU UP?"

Just when Wang Nanqian was staring at the ceiling in a daze, the voice of the assistant Wen suddenly came from outside the door of his room: Although he had just come to this small city yesterday and had already said things like 'don't bother too much, don't care too much about him' to this short sister who was two or three years older than him and wore black-rimmed glasses after staying in this hotel, but the assistant Wen, who was deliberately arranged by the company to "take care" of Wang Nanqian, would still knock on his door on time at noon every day.

"Nuna, good morning. ”

Just write a good song.

Wang Nanqian, who had long since put the way out of the predicament he was in and solved all the problems, came down to this only point - he stretched out a big lazy waist in the warm sun outside the window, felt that his heart was re-injected with the energy called hope, and felt that as long as he worked hard, he could change all this now, Wang Nanqian jumped up from the bed, walked to the door of the room and opened the door.

"Are you going out today? If you want to go out, Wutong Island is a good place to soothe your mood, I can help you ...... in advance."

Seeing that the boy in a loose pajamas, who didn't look too much like a popular male idol because he didn't wear makeup at all, opened the door and stood in front of him with a smile, listening to him greet him in a gentle tone, Assistant Wen quickly lowered his head and said what he had prepared - but she was not halfway through her words before the boy interrupted her again.

"Nuna, can I ask you for something?"

“…… Ahh ”

"Nuna, where is the musical instrument shop in this place? I want to get an electronic keyboard and come back......"

"Huh?"

I thought that the boy did not go back to China, nor did he follow the other Korean members to mess around, but came to such a small city on the southern coast, just to sleep until he woke up naturally every day, blew the sea breeze to go shopping, breathe fresh air, and relieve the fatigue accumulated in 2013 - at this time, I heard that this child was staying in a hotel, After a long night's sleep, the first thing he actually mentioned was to ask for an electronic piano, which made Assistant Wen's eyes widen all of a sudden, and he could hardly believe his ears.

When he came out of Seoul, he still had a guitar on his back, but now he still wants an electronic keyboard, is he out on vacation? Is this kid a workaholic?

"Isn't it inconvenient? It doesn't seem to be convenient to take it back to Seoul......

"Ah...... Ah, there's nothing inconvenient, but I need to declare this extra expense to the company first......"

In a hurry, he helped his glasses and found that the boy was not joking, but very seriously After asking her, Assistant Wen quickly calmed down his mentality and entered a professional work state.

"Nuna, don't make it so troublesome, let me pay for it myself this time. ”

"Huh, that's not good......

I've been working as an assistant to artists for some time at S.M., and it's clear that the members of EXO haven't earned their first salary until now - even though their first full-length album and revamped album sold a million copies in 2013, and the winter album sold more than 700,000 copies, the amount of money S.M. had spent on them was definitely not a small amount: even now the company has " After the settlement, the EXO members may be able to earn their salaries", but at least for the time being, the company has not completed all the settlements for 2013, and the EXO member should not have received the money yet......

Even if the electronic organ is not a particularly expensive thing, it is not something that a poor idol who has only debuted for more than a year and has not yet earned a salary can afford it casually.

"Nuna, I have royalties...... Ah, Nuna, do you know anything special about this place?"

However, Assistant Wen was only halfway through his words before he was interrupted again by the EXO member in front of him - as if he could see through what she was thinking, the boy squinted and turned away, and once again stretched out a big lazy waist.

Although S.M.'s internal settlement has not yet been fully completed, his copyright fees in 2013 have been settled - this "huge amount" that even the company cannot take away and share has been hit in his account two days ago, and when Wang Nanqian saw that number, he himself was so shocked that he almost couldn't sleep all night.

Now he can almost be regarded as a small "rich man".

From the OST called "Winter Love" that he collaborated with Zheng Chunyuan at the beginning of last year, until the "December Miracle" and "Thinking of You", which still occupied the top position of the music source list a few days ago, all the songs he created this year seem to have very hot results, and even the worst OST "Moment" sung by himself has rushed into the top 15 positions on the music source list. The copyright fee earned by relying on these songs was almost enough for him to buy a small apartment of twenty or thirty square meters in Gangnam District, Seoul.

"I see, I'm going to check it out. ”

Wang Nanqian's words woke up the assistant Wen suddenly.

The boy in front of her is not just a simple male idol, this boy is a "composer" who wrote a lot of hit songs last year - many people on the Internet are saying that his copyright fee last year may exceed nine figures, how can he not afford to buy an electronic keyboard?

Without further nonsense, she nodded lightly, and immediately turned around and walked out quickly.

"Whoever is pointing at him,

Somewhere in your heart, you feel sour, right?"

The female assistant surnamed Wen looked soft and weak, but she was unusually capable in doing things - it took less than an hour, just when he had just finished taking a shower and had not even completely dried his hair, when she appeared in front of Wang Nanqian's room again, this Nuna not only brought back a mini electronic piano for beginners to study, but also brought back Wang Nanqian's "breakfast".

Taking his bank card back from the other party's hand, he didn't bother to open the two paper lunch boxes that didn't know what food they contained, but exuded an unusually attractive aroma, Wang Nanqian couldn't wait to put the electronic keyboard on the table in the hotel room - after connecting the power, he gently pressed the piano keys, and tried to sing the unfinished lyrics that had been written on the paper before.

“…… I know what you need is a warm word, so stop pretending to be strong......

No matter where you're going, your heavy steps look tired,

I'll be waiting for you at any time so you can have a good rest......

Wipe away the congealed tears and get back up,

Why am I the only one who sits paralyzed, why am I the only one who moans without illness,

Hurry up and stand up, it's ridiculous, I haven't seen the results yet, but I just care about observing the eyes of others,

I want to give up early without even trying......

Even if you are tired, don't forget your dreams......"

Playing all kinds of melodies with the electronic piano, and humming the lyrics he wrote with his heart and with a different kind of deep meaning with his eyes closed, Wang Nanqian devoted himself to the creation of the song - imagining in his heart that this song called Solo, which is actually equivalent to "singing" with Wu Yifan, will be smooth after the great success, and everything will be back on track in the future, and his whole body seems to be integrated into the winter sunshine, becoming warm.

The sound of an electronic keyboard.

Guitar sounds.

The faint, vague humming.

There was no break.

From noon, until the sun sets, then to the street lights on, until the sky is full of stars.

Just when Assistant Wen, who was lying in the next room and had listened to those voices for an unknown number of hours, thought that this would continue until late at night, until she began to feel a little sleepy and her upper and lower eyelids began to fight—the voice suddenly stopped.

Finally stopped arguing...... Fortunately, it was the off-season for tourism, and there were no people staying in this hotel, otherwise they would have been complained about long ago—the thought was groggy in her head, and after finally no longer hearing the sounds that never stopped, she squinted and fell asleep in her bed.

Because of this, she didn't realize that the EXO member she was supposed to "take care of", "protect", and "follow" was quietly out of the room door and slipped out of the hotel with a guitar on his back.

I spent the whole day in my room, struggling with how to deal with a few bars, how to connect the singing section with the rap part, and how to create a more beautiful and moving melody, until it was already dark outside the window, Wang Nanqian finally let himself stop - he had a headache for a small section for a long time, and it had reached the point where his brain could barely function, and it was time to rest.

Rubbing his temples, which were slightly aching from overthinking, he had just gasped for a few breaths, and as soon as he turned his head, he saw a picturesque and beautiful night scene outside the floor-to-ceiling window: it must have been specially decorated, right? This small seaside town exudes infinite charm at night under the illumination of the light - compared to the neat but slightly boring appearance during the day, after nightfall this small town called Yeosu seems to have changed.

Before I came, I heard the assistant say that the night view of the city of Lishui is very beautiful, if you don't have a good look at the night view and wander in the picturesque scenery after coming to this small city, then what is it called a vacation?

At this time, I realized that I was on vacation now, not in a small studio in the crowded and busy city of Seoul, Wang Nanqian, who was in high spirits for a while, felt that it was time to go out to blow the wind and clear up his brain, so he grabbed his coat casually and rushed out of his room.

Although the weather was cold, it was fortunately windless.

The swaying sea reflects the lights of Sycamore Island.

Occasionally, there are figures strolling on the beach, and the sound of waves crashing softly against the shore.

Wang Nanqian, who has not been recognized by anyone all the way, walks on the beach so casually - although the scenery here is not as magnificent as the night view of the Bund and Hong Kong, nor is it as elaborately decorated as the Han River, but there is a fresh, natural, quiet and graceful charm, which unconsciously attracts people to the other side of Wutong Island.

Where did you hear the chords of the guitar being played?

He couldn't help but reach into his pocket.

How could he have forgotten the song?

There is a beautiful story about the lights on the beach at night in Yeosu, and I want to tell you about it.

Call and ask you, ask what you are doing, what about me, at the moment I am on the night seaside of Lishui, the seaside of Lishui at night.

Would like to walk with you.

This seaside wants to walk with you.

This trail wants to walk with you.

Where did the faint chanting come from?

He couldn't help but press the screen lightly.

At this time, you should do it unconditionally.

Walking forward to the voice, finally under a dim street lamp, I finally saw the lonely singer who was closing his eyes and deep in his own emotions.

With no one around the singer, who is he talking to?

It was at this time that the call was connected.

Her voice came through the headphones.

“Oppa？”

"What are you doing?"

"Huh?"

"As for me, I'm in Yeosu right now. ”

"I know, Oppa, you're not ......"

"Listen. ”

This seaside, with you, with you, the sea, there is a beautiful story about the lights here, I want to tell you.

This seaside wants to walk with you.

This trail wants to walk with you.