Although Huang Cheng's departure hit the band hard, the remaining few people have a true love for rock and roll. Coupled with the guilt-ridden Huang Cheng paying money from time to time, the band finally survived.

Huang Cheng stayed in several provinces and cities in the Central Plains for a few days before leaving the school, with Zhao Lin's supply support and unlimited purchasing power market, Huang Cheng's business quickly started.

He doesn't have Zhang Quan's Shiweiju, but as a native of the capital, it is easy to find a few energetic subordinates. At Zhao Lin's suggestion, Huang Cheng sat on the supply as a wholesaler, and although more than half of the profits were shared, the market was opened up at once.

Just when Zhao Lin was busy with poetry clubs and magazines, Huang Cheng was already well-known among businessmen in the capital.

"Can you do English songs?" Zhao Lin was not polite to this group of people at all, after all, if he lived and ate him, if he was polite, these people might not stay here anymore.

The face of the creditor is better than false righteousness.

In fact, this group of people still has very complicated feelings about Zhao Lin, the band was stirred up by him, and he also made the main force Huang Cheng into a businessman, but he is really generous in life. And the last time he tossed it, the songs that Zhao Lin sang were also full of charm, if they were all his originals, then this talent was enough for these people to look up to.

"No problem. "The guy who took Huang Cheng's position is called Lin Xiaolong, a sophomore in the Chinese College, but he rarely goes to class, and it is estimated that if he doesn't go, he will be expelled.

"The lyrics are for you, and I'm ready to write our names. Zhao Lin instructed: "After the rehearsal, go to your school to perform first, and see if it can help you earn some impression points." I was finally admitted to the university, and it was a pity to be expelled like this. ”

"It's okay, I'm going abroad anyway. Universities abroad are much better than ours. Lin Xiaolong took the lyrics and looked at it, "You wrote this, why don't I believe it?"

Although he didn't take a few classes, Lin Xiaolong's English skills are still very solid, because his father is an ambassador abroad, and the family knowledge is often more solid than what he learned in school at this time.

Zhao Lin found that this place is really "the capital is big, and it is not easy to live." "When he meets someone casually, his family background is scary, which makes him very unconfident in living at the grassroots level.

"Don't think about it, my writing is at least thirty years ahead of the world. I've given you the words, and the song can't be picked up to see you. Zhao Lin didn't explain, and kicked it directly. They were almost starving to death, and I didn't see him come to see him, it seems that the rock and roll thing hurt his family a lot. Teaching him a lesson for Lao Tzu can be regarded as a good deed.

This group of guys has too much enthusiasm and not enough talent. The lyrics written are like, and they haven't written a decent song after being here for half a year, and the few performance opportunities they finally got can only be covered, so Zhao Lin has to spend some effort to help them.

"Do you want to listen to the general melody?" Zhao Lin knew from looking at him that without Huang Cheng, it would be hellish if these guys could make the tune.

Although Huang Cheng's will is not as firm as theirs, his talent is real, and these guys can be said to be his apprentices, but unfortunately none of them can succeed. Every day, I know that I have long hair and pretend to be melancholy, and I get a broken guitar and pull my throat to howl some songs from abroad.

"My brother, say it quickly. Lin Xiaolong's face was proud, and the meaning was clear: 'I can see through you. ’

This kind of guy whose brain has been washed by capitalism, no amount of explanation is useless. It is estimated that he himself feels that he is inferior, so he is also habitually contemptuous when he looks at his compatriots. The moon in foreign countries is more round, and there are not a few people who feel it like this, and it is not strange that Lu San or two are in front of Zhao Lin.

In addition to the English song copied, Zhao Lin also has a lot of modern poets in his hands, and anything written by him is a hundred times better than them.

Poets use lyrics to compose their professional counterparts, otherwise how can they be called "poetry and songs". In a few decades, the Nobel Prize will be awarded to those who write lyrics, and who would dare not take the lyricist seriously? If it weren't for Liu Yong, an old-timer, who was too miserable, the status of lyrics in the hearts of the common people would not be so much lower than that of poetry.

But it still depends on whether these guys have some real skills, the song that Zhao Lin took out has been tested by the market, if they can't help it in this way, it's better to rest early.

A band with real skills is no less attractive to girls than poetry and songs, and it can really be a hit, and then let the poets and bands in their hands move around more. It's all because of the inner turmoil, no one is nobler than the other, and it also saves these poets from seeing Zhao Lin above the good things.

Fortunately, this Lin Xiaolong is going abroad, although this band is incomplete, but it is also a frame that Zhao Lin bothered to set up, and it has some commemorative value, and it is really not at ease to put it in the hands of such a person.

When it came to dinner, Zhao Lin didn't want to go home after grinding outside for a long time, because after Chen Nanyan listened to him talk about Jiangnan in the past two days, he had to learn to cook Nanpai cuisine. I didn't learn anything else, I learned to add sugar, and Zhao Lin was not allowed to bring vegetables back outside.

After eating a few meals, Zhao Lin missed Lin Jianjun more and more, as well as the master in the south.

"Dear, how about we go out to eat today?" Zhao Lin asked cautiously.

Chen Nanyan got a cookbook out of nowhere, looking older than Zhao Lin and the two of them combined, they can be collected as antiques.

"Reason. Chen Nanyan replied with two words very reasonably.

Zhao Lin smiled and said, "I wrote an English song today, how about I take you to listen to it when Xiaolong and they rehearse?"

"If you don't like English poetry, write a Chinese poem to listen to it." Chen Nanyan killed Zhao Lin very simply.

Zhao Lin moved a chair and sat down next to her, "Can you not write?"

"It's very interesting for me to watch a dish today, why don't you try it later?" Chen Nanyan turned to one of the pages of the book and pointed to a dish on it to show Zhao Lin.

Granulation...... Take maggots from pork...... Melt-in-your-mouth ...... Lingering aftertaste......

This is a recipe, it is clearly a detailed explanation of the ten tortures of the Manchu Dynasty.

In order not to let his tongue suffer again, Zhao Lin gritted his teeth and recited the poem at the bottom of the box:

"From tomorrow onwards, be a happy person. Feed the horses and chop firewood to travel the world. …… I have a house facing the sea and spring is blooming. …… May you be happy on earth, I only wish to face the sea and bloom in spring. ”

After Chen Nanyan listened, he threw away the recipe and hugged Zhao Lin and said, "It's so good." ”

It seems that she can't eat, she definitely did it on purpose.

Zhao Lin studied carefully on the bed for a long time, but he didn't find any difference in Chen Nanyan's body structure, so he could only obediently read the poems in his memory and swallowed them by her little by little, and went to be that happy person together.