With a "tom", Zhao Enlang and Ren Feifei were startled.

Zhang Xueyuan actually jumped off the treadmill.

"You wrote this?" Zhang Xueyuan stared at Zhou Lin and asked in a cold voice.

Zhao Enlang had a layer of white sweat on his back, and scolded Zhou Lin: "I told you a long time ago that Brother Zhang's time is precious, and you still waste Brother Zhang's time with these broken things, don't you take it away quickly!"

Zhou Linli ignored Zhao Enlang and smiled at Zhang Xueyuan: "I wrote it." ”

"What a price. Zhang Xueyuan said bluntly.

Zhou Lin: "Fifty thousand songs." ”

Zhang Xueyuan: "The price is no problem, but I have one condition." ”

Zhou Lin: "You say." ”

Zhang Xueyuan: "Give me a ballad of the same quality within a week, and three songs will cost 200,000 yuan!"

Zhou Lin scratched his head and said, "It won't take a week...... Guitar, pen, paper. ”

Zhang Xueyuan turned around and went to get something, leaving Zhao Enlang and Ren Feifei stunned.

They look at me, I look at you, and they all wonder if it's a dream.

What's going on, what are Zhou Lin and Zhang Xueyuan talking about?

Or did Ren Feifei come back to her senses first, and quietly pulled Zhou Lin and said, "What happened?"

"Teacher, didn't you hear, my song was sold, two hundred thousand for three songs. Zhou Lin smiled, "I really want to thank you and Uncle Zhao, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to enter the door." ”

Ren Feifei's big beautiful eyes widened, and she said in surprise: "Second ...... 200,000 yuan? Your song sold 200,000 yuan!"

The salary of teachers in this world is very high, and Ren Feifei can get a monthly salary of about 8,000 after just two years of work, which is considered a high income.

But Zhou Lin casually took out two music scores and sold them for 200,000 yuan, which is a lot of money that Ren Feifei couldn't get after two years of hard work!

"You...... You're really surprising to the teacher. Ren Feifei muttered.

Not only Ren Feifei, but Zhao Enlang was also dumbfounded.

He didn't take the song written by Zhou Lin to heart at all, he just wanted to take this opportunity to please Ren Feifei.

When he heard Zhang Xueyuan say the figure of 200,000, he thought that his ears were ringing, and when he figured out that all this was not a joke, he looked at Zhou Lin as if he was looking at a Godzilla monster.

This kid actually sold songs for 200,000 yuan, right?

Zhao Enlang is a second-generation official, with a wealthy family and a small business on his own, and he has a lot of money. Even so, 200,000 is a lot of money for him, and seeing that Zhou Lin easily has 200,000 in his pocket, he is almost crazy with jealousy.

At this time, Ren Feifei thought of something, and said in a low voice: "Zhou Lin, are you going to sell "Cinderella" to him?"

Zhou Lin shook his head and said: ""Cinderella" is not for sale. ”

"Do you have any other songs?" Ren Feifei covered her mouth.

Zhang Xueyuan was very fast, came back with a guitar and a pen and paper, and handed it directly to Zhou Lin.

Zhou Lin took the guitar and glanced at it: "Tsk, it's too extravagant." This guitar is worth a song!"

"As long as the song you write satisfies me, this guitar will be given to you!" Zhang Xueyuan said happily.

"I don't take advantage!" Zhou Lin waved his hand.

He set up the pen and paper and asked, "What do you want?"

"What kind of do I want, can you take it?" Zhang Xueyuan asked.

"Give it a try. ”

"A male singer who has just graduated from college has a quiet and sad temperament, like that kind of ...... Big brother next door. Zhang Xueyuan pondered for a moment.

"Good ......" Zhou Lin picked up the pen and paper and began to sketch.

Zhang Xueyuan turned off the treadmill, and the sound insulation effect in the office was good, and the noise outside could not come in at all, only the sound of the "rustle" of the tip of the pen across the paper.

Zhang Xueyuan had been standing behind Zhou Lin, silently watching him write from the first note one by one, and the expression on his face changed.

His expression suddenly joyful, sometimes sad, and suddenly full of aftertaste, a wolf with feelings, like an ice cube to embrace the sun, melt away a layer of hard shell outside, and reveal his true self.

Ren Feifei and Zhao Enlang also looked curiously and saw that lines of music scores and lyrics had been written on the paper.

“5555345・7・｜666646｜5・5・｜555576｜……”

Ren Feifei was stunned, the memories of the green years flowed in front of her eyes one by one, and she couldn't help but think of the boys who had mutual feelings for each other but had no results in college, and couldn't help humming the melody.

Zhang Xueyuan was stunned, and a burst of singing sounded in his ears, like the tinkling of flowing water, and like the cry of a yellow bird, he couldn't help but look sideways.

For a moment, Zhang Xueyuan seemed to have returned to her youth in a trance, and saw the long-haired shawl and quiet snow-like tablemate reading quietly in a sunny afternoon, and it seemed to desecrate her innocence when she looked at it more.

From the beginning of Zhou Lin's writing to the end, it was only seven or eight minutes in total.

Writing down the last note, Zhou Lin put down the pen and took the guitar with satisfaction.

"I'll sing it to you. He plucked the strings gently.

"Tomorrow will you remember, the diary you wrote yesterday.

Tomorrow, will you still be worried about the person who used to cry the most?

The teachers can't remember you anymore, and you can't guess the problem.

I also happened to flip through the photos before I remembered you at the same table.

Who married the sentimental you, who read your diary.

Who put your long hair up, who made you a wedding dress......"

"You at the Same Table" was a smash hit in its previous life, and it is still an unavoidable classic after 20 years.

In the midst of youth, I don't know the beauty of youth.

After missing the youth, there is a trace of regret in vain.

"You at the Same Table" is written about the regret after youth, when I listened to this song in my youth, I only heard beautiful melodies and silent feelings, and after the precipitation of the years, I listened to this song again, full of sighs and nostalgia for the passage of youth.

After Zhou Lin finished singing, he put down his guitar and asked, "Okay?"

Zhang Xueyuan was silent for a few seconds and said, "I don't know your name yet." ”

"Zhou Lin. ”

"Zhang Xueyuan. Zhang Xueyuan stretched out his hand to Zhou Lin, "I am the production director of Tian Lai Music Production Company, may I ask you ......?"

"I am a student in the seventh class of Songjiang No. 3 High School, and I have more than a month to take the college entrance examination. Zhou Lin smiled and shook hands with Zhang Xueyuan.

Even Zhang Xueyuan, who was not particularly surprised to see Zhou Lin create "You at the Same Table" on the spot, was finally surprised, and it seemed a little incredible.

Zhou Lin pointed at Ren Feifei and said, "The English teacher in our class is here, I don't dare to lie to you." ”

Zhang Xueyuan was stunned, then threw the matter away, and said solemnly: "Cash or check?"

Zhou Lin scratched his head and said: "Is it okay to ask your company's finance to help me open a bank card, I haven't applied for an ID card." ”

"No problem, I'll do it for you in an hour. Zhang Xueyuan said without hesitation.

Ren Feifei and Zhao Enlang were stunned.

200,000 is just that?