“…… That's it, it's finally done!"

After swiping the mouse and editing the last note on the computer in front of her, Kim Yeon-jung rubbed her eyes, which had become red from staying up all night, and threw her back directly onto the wide chair she was sitting on - although Kim Yeon-jung was not the kind of woman with a very strong body, the chair still leaned back very obviously. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"NAN, WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?

Stretching widely, Kim Yeon-jung turned his head to look at the boy who had been sitting next to him for the past two days, ordering takeout when he was hungry, lying on the table for a while when he was sleepy, and never leaving this room except to go to the bathroom.

“…… It always feels like it's not real. ”

The reaction became a little sluggish because of tiredness, Wang Nanqian stared at the notes that were still showing on the screen, and the sound of music had already sounded in his mind automatically - the lyric that he had already approved by Kim Yeon-jung had completed the final arrangement with almost no major changes, so in the past two days, he and the director Kim, who was not yet forty years old and had no director frame at all, had been working the production of another song.

A dance piece that is different from all of his previous compositions, barely uses any of his favorite piano and string elements, and consists of electronica.

Although the first major chapters were conceived by Kim Yeon-jung, and almost all of them were arranged in the final arrangement, Ms. Wang was involved in the whole conception: when this completely club-style dance piece finally went from staccato and broken bars and passages to a complete song, he couldn't believe that he could make such a song.

"As a song included in a regular album, this is still a pretty good song," Seeing that the boy sitting not far from him, with his two hands still on the keyboard of the electronic piano, even became a little dazed, Kim Yeon-jung couldn't help laughing: As a songwriter, she has also experienced a similar situation, so she can naturally understand the other party's current mood very well - every composer has his own field of expertise, and he has his own best skills. It's not easy to try a piece that is completely different from the style of your previous compositions, "but if you want to write a title song that is really your own, it's not enough." ”

"Director, I understand, I'm ...... I will try harder to try all kinds of styles," finally relieved a little, Wang Nanqian quickly turned around and buried his head deeply in front of the director who was looking at him with a smile, "Thank you very much, director, for your ...... these days."

Kim Yeon-jung, as the de facto No. 2 person in the composition department of S.M., has no substantial stake in him - but the director, who will soon leave the company and go to the United States for further study, pulls him, a newcomer who has debuted less than a year ago, directly into his private studio set up at home, and "guides" him like a patient teacher He made an electronic dance song that he had never tried before: such a kindness, Wang Nanqian felt that even if he immediately knelt on the ground and made a Korean-style gift to the other party, it was not enough to express his gratitude.

"Okay, okay, didn't we say it all at the beginning? I didn't take you for nothing, didn't we already negotiate the quid pro quo?" stopped the boy next to him from continuing to spit out words of gratitude, Kim Yeon-jung rubbed his shoulders and stood up, "Do you want to hurry up and clean up now?" When my niece comes over in a while, if I see the idol of the S.M. company looking so sloppy, I guess I will be very disappointed, right?"

After hearing Kim Yeon-jeong's words, Wang Nanqian couldn't help but smile bitterly: Because he has been staying in the house of Kim Yeon-jeong, the director of S.M. Company, he hasn't even had the conditions to take a shower for the past two days - now he can only wash his face well, and then stuff his hair into it that can't be saved no matter how he cleans it up, right?

"If you don't dislike it, you can use cosmetics like foundation, too," Seeing that the boy next to him who was already tired and couldn't tell that it was a high-quality idol produced by S.M. Company walked towards the bathroom with a bitter face, Kim Yeon-jung smiled and added another sentence in the back, "NAN! Don't embarrass our company!"

Since coming to Seoul in 2006, a city that is unfamiliar to her, she has never had any affection for the city — the man who abandoned her and her mother when she was a young child, and the man she should call "Daddy" lives in the city.

If it weren't for this man, maybe she and her mother wouldn't have lived such a hard life, and maybe her family would have remained intact.

If it weren't for this man, maybe she and her mother wouldn't have to live in a small room of only 12 square meters in her aunt's house, and maybe her mother wouldn't have to get up early and return late every day to do such a meager but extremely hard job as delivering milk.

If it weren't for this man, maybe she would have had a happy and wonderful childhood like the rest of her classmates, and maybe she wouldn't have been forced to mature so early and worry about her future every day.

It is precisely because Seoul is her "father" and the city where this man lives and lives that even if she comes here and goes to school here, she has never felt half a sense of belonging to this city.

It wasn't until her second year of high school that her classmates invited her to sing in the singing studio on her birthday, when she had the first chance to really show her voice in front of others - the trajectory of her life changed inadvertently.

When everyone around her was amazed by her singing, when her classmates began to praise her, saying that she would definitely become a singer in the future and be a successful singer, and when more and more people began to recognize her voice, she was moved.

But can the road of singing really go on? Every year, so many idols make their debuts, and then disappear from the public eye so quietly - if she doesn't succeed after embarking on this path, if she doesn't make money, what will her mother do?

Worried and scared, she hesitated for nearly half a year before she told her mother about it for the first time: 'Mom, I want to be a singer...... If she fails, there's nothing you can do for your mother...... However, I really wanted to sing. ’

It's your own life, you should have your own dreams, so why worry about your mother, do what you want to do. ’

This is the answer that her mother gave her.

So she finally made up her mind, and after ten years, she once again contacted the man she was planning to never contact again for the rest of her life, her "father".

Because her mother told her that her "father" had a very, very good sister who held a high position in S.M., the top entertainment agency in the Korean entertainment industry - and her aunt, according to her mother, was a very different kind person from her father, who was warm and sincere.

No parent in the world could be truly ruthless to her own flesh and blood - her father was happy to tell her the contact information of the aunt she had never met, and then she mustered up the courage to send her s.m. aunt who worked for S.M. to record her singing voice on her phone.

Maybe it was the god of fate who had finally smiled at her this time? After taking away such a bitter and hard life, she finally got a chance -- perhaps the most important opportunity in her unhappy life, and when she ran out of school after school and almost gritted her teeth and made up her mind: no matter what, she wanted to show the best side of her aunt, no matter what, she wanted to be a good singer, no matter what, she wanted her mother to live a good life.

Even in the subway, her mind was full of thoughts about what she should sing and how she would express her voice when she met the aunt she had never met: she had been preparing and practicing for a long time for this chance that might change her life.

However, when she finally walked out of the subway station and looked at the scene in front of her that she had never seen before, she couldn't help but be stunned.

Where is this...... How does it seem to be different from what she had investigated before she came?

The girl, who was not yet 18 years old, stood on the streets of Seoul and found out in despair that she seemed to be lost. (To be continued.) )