"Zhou Weiwei?!Good name, what are you writing?"

Xiao Bowen carefully looked at Zhou Weiwei in the confinement room opposite. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info1.7 meters tall, round face, small eyes, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, with that glossy hair, a little cute.

"Why is this person also in confinement?" Seeing Zhou Weiwei's harmless face, if he was outside, Xiao Bowen would not associate him with criminals no matter how he thought about it.

"I'm writing songs!" Zhou Weiwei replied while observing Xiao Bowen's reaction.

"Writing songs? Can you write songs? Do you really know how to write songs? Xiao Bowen was a little excited, and asked loudly, he didn't expect to meet a creative talent just after he came in.

"The people inside talk quietly, and then loudly shut you in the small dark room!" With the sound of knocking on the iron door several times, the armed police at the door protested again.

"Sorry to discipline, pay attention next time! Pay attention next time!" It is estimated that he knows the power of the little black house, and Zhou Weiwei hurriedly replied.

"This is an ordinary confinement room, you must speak clearly, otherwise you will be unlucky!" After Zhou Weiwei finished speaking, he touched the man on his head.

"What song would you write? Lyrics or music? Xiao Bowen stuck out his tongue and said.

"You also know lyrics and songs? I usually write the tunes first, and then fill in the lyrics, all for writing and playing, just to kill time. ”

Zhou Weiwei usually doesn't like to talk much, but when he mentions music, he comes to the spirit, and he feels like a different person all of a sudden.

"Me? Understand! I also like music, but I can't write songs! Love singing!"

Anyway, it's boring, so Xiao Bowen and Zhou Weiwei discussed music. In case Xiao Bowen casually gets a few songs from his past life and the future, and asks him to modify them, won't it be able to become the current songs?

With a difference of more than 10 years, maybe it can come out before the song of the previous life, isn't it also a way to make money? Thinking of this, Xiao Bowen and Zhou Weiwei chatted more devotedly.

Before I knew it, it was lunch time, and because it was in the confinement room, there was a special prison guard to bring them food.

In 97, the food in the juvenile detention center was still very poor, each person had a cornmeal big nest, a small plate of pickles that could salte people to death, a plate of stew with only Chinese cabbage and a little oil star, and a bowl of rice soup.

Xiao Bowen eats with relish, this green food can't be eaten in his previous life.

Zhou Weiwei looked bitter, frowning and eating hard, feeling like he was eating poison.

"Hey! Xiao Bowen: How did you get in? How can you eat such an unpalatable thing, like eating delicacies from the mountains and seas? Zhou Dawei took the initiative to ask.

"I got into a fight with someone and accidentally maimed a few of them, so I came in. How did you get in? Xiao Bowen replied lightly, he didn't want to scare Zhou Dawei, saying that he had picked on the other party's two hands and feet.

Generally, this kind of artist is very timid, Xiao Bowen still wants to collaborate with him on songs!

Anyway, it's probably not good for such a young person to write songs! Zhou Weiwei looks only 16 or 7 years old, although he looks 1 or 2 years older than Xiao Bowen.

"Huh? You beat and maimed several people? So ruthless! So powerful? Will you protect me in the future? I'm always being bullied here......"

Zhou Weiwei heard about Xiao Bowen's record, although he was a little scared, but he felt that Xiao Bowen was a good person, so let's hug his thighs first!

Thinking that every time he was beaten, he was disciplined to protect himself and send him to the confinement room, Zhou Weiwei felt a nest.

"Always being bullied by others? Why? Xiao Bowen was a little puzzled, but thinking about what happened to him in the morning, if he was still the waste wood in his previous life, he would probably be bullied a lot!

"It's not because I'm always writing songs alone, I don't have any friends, and I don't like to fight. After a long time, they all bullied me, and the chicken legs for the weekend meal were taken away by others every time......"

"Alas! Okay, I'll follow you when you go out, but you'll have to write and sing to me!"

Hearing what happened to Zhou Dawei, Xiao Bowen felt that the people in this juvenile detention center were not fuel-efficient lamps, how could it feel a bit like the prison situation he saw in his previous life!

"I can sing it to you, but I sing very ordinary, I just love to write songs!"

"Alright! So what the hell did you get in? "Xiao Bowen is very strange, how can a person like Zhou Weiwei come to such a place?

"My parents are also well-known musicians in China, I started learning guitar, drums, piano, violin and other instruments when I was less than three years old, and I also like music......

But because my parents are very busy and often participate in domestic and foreign performances, they left me with my grandparents.

Last year, I was robbed by a couple of thugs when I came home from school. The first time they just robbed me of my pocket money, but then they intensified and often blocked me after school and beat me if they didn't give me money.

I didn't dare to tell my grandparents, and once I came home from school and sharpened the kitchen knife that I fed the ducks at home to chop vegetables.

The next day I went to school with a kitchen knife, and I cut off a few of them at the end of the school day, and I cut off their heads, and their blood vessels pressed the nerves and became vegetative, and a few of them were also cut by me!

Do you know? I really didn't want to fight, I didn't want to cut people, but because of excessive defense, although my parents also found a relationship, the judge finally sentenced me to five years......

I just wanted to learn a musical instrument, learn music, and get into a conservatory in the future, but now everything is gone. ”

After speaking, Zhou Weiwei slowly went back to the bed, quietly looked out the window, and didn't eat half of the nest in his hand.

"Alas! The dog jumped over the wall when he was in a hurry! What's more, honest people are forced to be anxious! Don't mess with honest people! Xiao Bowen looked at Zhou Dawei and thought.

"Hey! Great, what are you thinking? Homesick? Xiao Bowen saw that Zhou Dawei was in a bad mood and decided to enlighten him.

"I kind of want to, but I'm thinking about what I'll be able to do when I go out in the future. I don't ......know anything except writing songs," Zhou Weiwei said a little sadly.

Oh, yes! If Xiao Bowen wasn't reborn, he might have the same idea as Zhou Weiwei!

"You can be a professional musician in the future! You can play the guitar, can you teach me if you have a chance? ”

"They smashed my guitar...... There are already several......

I don't want to ask my family anymore, I'm afraid they will worry about ......" Zhou Weiwei fell into deep thought again.

"It's okay I'll let my family buy it for me, great, do you know what my future dream is?" Xiao Bowen continued to comfort Zhou Weiwei.

"What dreams?" Zhou Weiwei asked a little blankly, for him who was still in junior high school and was imprisoned, his dream was really too far away from him.

"I want to set up the largest entertainment company in China in the future! Become the world's most famous entertainment expert!

Great, will you accomplish this dream with me? Xiao Bowen replied very seriously.

As a reborn person, there is no reason why Xiao Bowen can't achieve this goal.

"Okay, I'll fulfill this dream together!" I don't know why Zhou Weiwei believes in Xiao Bowen from the bottom of his heart, believing in this teenager who looks younger than him.

Many years later, Zhou Weiwei has become one of the most famous music creators in China.

The songs written by Zhou Dawei are all hard to find, and they have been sung by various kings and queens in China, and the songs and records produced and released have reached hundreds of millions.

Zhou Weiwei did not forget the days when he was in the juvenile detention center, and did not forget the two teenagers in the juvenile detention center who became good brothers for life because of a word......

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I drank too much last night, so why work the night shift and beg for a reward.

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