Early the next morning, the two of them in a taxi went around Jingbei City to no less than ten music studios, either because the equipment was poor, or they felt that they could not interpret the feeling he wanted, in short, the people were not suitable......

Finally, in front of a medium-sized door, Wang Xingyan, who looked at the signboard of "Fireworks Studio", had an inexplicable sense of closeness. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info walked in and found that it was a girl band.

"Hello, what do you need?" Looking at the two people in front of him who seemed to be younger than him, Xia Xiyan smiled and stepped forward to ask.

"We want to record a song."

"Please sit down, do you have a score, can you two record together?" After asking a few questions, Xia Xiyan turned his head and asked someone to bring the finished product that had been recorded before, "This is the work that our studio has produced before, our fireworks studio has just been established for less than a year, we have the most professional recording studio, the most professional post-production room, our members are all from professional classes, with the most professional quality." ”

After listening to a few finished songs, I didn't hear a reason, and I didn't talk nonsense, and said directly to Xia Xiyan, who was smiling and introducing the situation to herself:

"There's no score, but tune me to let the dream language hum it for you, and fill in the words when the time comes, can you get it right?"

Xia Xiyan was stunned for a moment, but obviously he had encountered this situation, and said with a smile: "We have no shortage of masters here, let's try it first, and then talk about the price." ”

"Well, who's coming, you?"

I saw Xia Xiyan stroking the corners of her mouth, brushing out her squeezed hair, and then smiled: "Well, what, isn't it?" ”

The embarrassed Wang Xingyan sighed a few times. When Xia Xiyan went to prepare the equipment, Zhao Mengyu, who was unhappy, twisted Wang Xingyan's waist and said fiercely: "Hooligans! The eyeballs are about to pop out, are they that good-looking, are they good-looking with me!? ”

"Hiss, it hurts, it hurts, let go! Don't make a fuss, which eye did you see me staring at her, it's all for your good..."

"Hmph, don't look at her!" Zhao Mengyu, who was sulking on the side, didn't feel how ambiguous the conversation just now was.

"Stop humming, let's go record a song, people are waving."

After the first attempt, Xia Xiyan was shocked by the creativity of this song, and Wang Xingyan was surprised by her level of listening to music, as if her strength was really a few floors high.

"Hello, that's right, the MP3 format made of this song, we charge 20,000 here, but if the copyright of the MV is also handed over to us to do at that time, the price will be half discounted." Xia Xiyan coughed lightly a few times and said to Wang Xingyan.

"Well, as long as the quality of the song is guaranteed, the price is acceptable here."

"Okay, then please cooperate with this young lady a little more, and we will officially begin."

After nearly a week, Zhao Mengyu, who came out of the recording studio, looked tired, but couldn't hide the joy in his expression, and said happily to Wang Xingyan: "Xingyan, it's finally recorded, and you can get the finished product in a few days, I really didn't expect it to be so tiring to record a song, I thought it would be done in a few casual minutes." ”

Looking at the cheering Zhao Mengyu, Wang Xingyan struck: "A few more casual moments, from musical instruments to arrangement, and then fill in the lyrics, I changed it inside and out, I didn't shout tired, you shouted first." ”

"Hee-hee-hee, Xingyan Oba is the best! Momda. The excited Zhao Mengyu didn't care about him, and even sent a verbal word.

Feeling the momoda in the air, Wang Xingyan felt that it was worth it to be tired, yes, Wang Xingyan was so principled and promising!

Two days later, the two of them sitting at home with big eyes received the finished product from the studio, and after listening, Wang Xingyan felt that his great plan was finally about to start exerting its power.

The song, which is neither overly ostentatious nor too restrained in its ethereal melody and homesickness, quickly spread online, and the search popularity of major channels skyrocketed.

"Come on, come on, Wang puppy, look, look, first, first!" Zhao Mengyu, who was sitting on the sofa staring intently at the computer, shouted to Wang Xingyan with joy that since the song was released on the Internet, Zhao Mengyu's favorite thing to do every day is to sit on the sofa and stare at the changes in the music list.

Three days after its release, Baidu MP3 ranked first.

No. 1 on the Kugou Music Chart.

On the fourth day, the first place in the music billboard,

A week later, as the most authoritative Chinese music chart in China, "When Will the Bright Moon Be There" successfully reached the top! beat the works of several famous singers in the same period.

In the past few days, Zhao Mengyu has been talking happily and is about to stutter, "Xing, Xingyan, you come, come, you see, is this song that is the number one on the Chinese chart mine?" ”

Wang Xingyan, who had been asked several times, looked at the excited Zhao Mengyu and said with a smile: "Yes, of course it's my dream." ”

Zhao Mengyu, who was at the excitement point, didn't mind Wang Xingyan taking advantage of her at all, and kept holding the computer and smirking.

"Don't be stupid, get used to it, the way you look now, it's too classless, it's just a song, and it's not such a great achievement."

Zhao Mengyu naturally ignored this stupid big man who didn't seem to understand the mood at all, and was happy to take care of himself. Seeing this, Wang Xingyan could only shake his head helplessly, leaning on the sofa and closing his eyes to recuperate.

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Seeing that her daughter was like a demon, no matter what she was doing, she was humming the ethereal tune of "When Will the Bright Moon Be There" in her mouth, and if the interest came up, she could hum a few words.

In this regard, Yao Yuan felt helpless. He didn't expect that such a song that dominated all the charts could come out in a small subject test for the art exam, which was really unexpected.

"Singer: Zhao Mengyu. Lyrics: Wang Xingyan. Composer: Wang Xingyan, Flower Studio. ”

Yao Yuan, who took a closer look at the song information, guessed that this was still Wang Xingyan's repertoire, but behind the scenes, it seemed that he had no ambition to be a singer, and sure enough, he still chose to focus on performance.

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Shi Potian, who went out to attend a private banquet, drove the car, indulging in the ethereal singing of "When Will the Bright Moon Exist", and inadvertently swept to the rearview mirror with a sad look on his daughter's face, his heart tightened, and he hurriedly turned his head and cared: "Baby, why is your face so bad, is it uncomfortable?" ”

Brother Xingyan, I didn't expect your writing to be so good, are there monsters like you in the deep mountains and old forests, hehe. Who is Zhao Mengyu, just listen to the voice, you can be sure that she must also be a beautiful woman, and she can let Brother Xingyan compose lyrics and music at the same time, what kind of relationship will you have? Shi Xiaoyu, who was in a trance, didn't hear his father's words of concern.

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"Puppy, come on, come on, look!"

"What are you looking at, and which one is on the list?"

"What, all the current music charts, who dares to put my song in second place, hum! It's not about that, you see. ”

Wang Xingyan, who looked tired, slowly moved to Zhao Mengyu, only to see her holding up the small mobile phone in her hand and shouting, and Wang Xingyan, who was confused, asked, "What are you looking at." ”

"What a stupid dog, look, look at my Weibo fans, it has exceeded 3 million, alas, do you know what the concept of 3 million is, it is more than the population of Yilin City!"

Wang Xingyan stepped forward to take a closer look, only to see a Weibo account named "Zhao Mengyu", certified as a Weibo expert, with 3.03 million fans, and countless messages forwarded by private messages. ”

"Ah, yes, I'm going to apply for it, dare to rob Miss Ben's fans, plagiarism is guilty!" Zhao Mengyu, who was excited, immediately became nervous when he heard it.

Wang Xingyan, who was inexplicably shot again, could only smile bitterly with tears...

"Why haven't you been out these days, school is about to start, don't you have anything to buy?"

"Don't mention it, I ran into a group of paparazzi when I went out a few days ago, and I chased for two miles, and my heels were almost smoothed when I ran, and I was tired of Miss Ben."

"Why do you want to run, isn't it good to be interviewed?"

"People aren't ready yet..."

Looking at Zhao Mengyu with a scared face, Wang Xingyan couldn't help but wonder if he had thought wrong before, it was she who really led the wolf into the room, she was the wolf from the north...