Xu Ting was not disappointed, and after the on-demand, she was pleasantly surprised to find that the style of this song was in the same vein as the previous songs.

However, as he listened, the smile on his face disappeared, and the whole person was in a faint sadness.

At this time, she found a few other songs by Qian Haofa, all of which have good names, but they all seem to be sad?

She didn't think much about it, and with a hint of joy on demand, that joy was the joy of discovering a good song.

However, after the on-demand, she was no longer happy in her heart, not at all. There was only sadness, sorrow like an evening tide, gradually surging in, as if to drown her island.

She didn't struggle, wandering in the song, letting the sad embrace and the past reappearing.

It wasn't until a long time later, when the tears on her face dried up, that she turned off the music and showed a smile she hadn't seen for a long time, like a rainbow after the rain.

Clean and beautiful.

In a relaxed mood, she immediately and spontaneously promoted these songs, advertising them everywhere, like a disgusting fly.

"Xu Yan's masterpiece, five half-sad emotional songs are coming, are you ready for your ears?"

Her advertising is not alone, because there is always a group of people who follow closely and work with her to be Qian Hao's brain-dead fans.

Also, since the release of the gray avatar, it has been so popular, how can Qian Hao not have brainless fans?

The songs of the three giants of the Internet in the previous life are just as popular in this life, and they are also sweeping the Internet. However, in just one day, the number of downloads of these songs broke through the sky, and even the comments flew up.

You can hear it everywhere on campus.

Whether it's a post bar or a space, it's also swiped by these songs. Many people's signatures have become the lyrics of these songs.

However, this is just the beginning, and the impact of these songs goes far beyond that. In the near future, they will sweep online music, and the name Xu Yan will also become a new representative of online music.

In fact, for now, the influence of these songs has not exploded at all. Because of the good voice, to be exact, because of Qian Hao's other three songs.

It's funny, if Qian Hao knew, I don't know how he would feel?

Well, not really.

He doesn't care at all whether his songs will be popular or not, whether anyone likes them or not, and whether he will be recognized by others. It's true, he really doesn't really care.

Just like Liu Yong, he can make elegant words and also write vulgar words. The same is true of him, who is also so casual and does not care what others think.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have written popular songs and online articles.

Whether Qian Hao cares about it or not, those three songs are still popular, and they are a mess. Especially "Beijing, Beijing", which directly landed on the major music charts, and the high number of on-demand was scary.

Not only that, but as soon as the song came out, many music critics immediately wrote reviews. Those reviews were almost unanimously positive.

It's not that no one hacked Qian Hao, it's just that at this time, Qian Hao is in the limelight, and he is supported by a good voice, so they will naturally not be stupid enough to bump into it.

That's not a black man, that's a stepping stone.

So far, Qian Hao's reputation for creating ghost talents has become more and more resounding. If you can write ballads, rock songs, and pop songs, isn't that a musical genius?

It's jealous, this is the first game, and Qian Hao's popularity has already exploded with other players. Really, it's really a complete explosion.

And the popularity of the old boy group and Wang Jing is also very high, one is second and the other is fifth, which makes people jealous.

But these jealous people, one is playing a game, and the other is still lying in bed.

It was Wang Jing who played the game, and it was Qian Hao who was lying on the bed.

Qian Hao had just woken up, his head was a little painful, and he was a little depressed, so he lay down and didn't get up.

Actually, he was thinking about what he saw yesterday.

The one who drives, that is, what kind of cute morning, must be a man. Because, at that time, he glanced at it in a hurry and saw this person, although he was very delicate, but he had an Adam's apple.

As for the other person, that is, that girl, it should be Lu Xiaoping, right?

Even though they hadn't seen each other for a long time, even though he had only caught a glimpse, he was sure he wasn't mistaken.

But if it was her, why didn't she come to him? Could it be that after all these years, she has really forgotten everything?

Maybe, bamboo horse and green plums and old people, how many people have been there in ancient times?

His heart was still very bitter, and he couldn't let go of it for a while, as if he had pierced the bitter gall of memory. But he no longer borrows wine to kill his sorrows, nor does he sing and write poems, but buries everything in his heart.

He thought, no matter what, he should always meet and ask all the questions clearly and clearly.

Two people walking together, a man and a woman, are not necessarily that kind of relationship. Or, the man is her cousin or cousin, not necessarily, not necessarily in that relationship.

Whether he thinks too much or deceives himself, he doesn't want to tell anymore. Because when he thought about it, he was a little frightened, and he felt as if his heart had been hollowed out.

He got up, as if nothing had happened, washed and ate, no different from usual. But if you distinguish carefully, you will find that he is like a walking corpse at this time, and his eyes are always a little hollow.

But even so, he didn't forget today's incident, saw Liu Yikun, and listened to him talk about the National Poetry Competition.

didn't wait for him to see Liu Yikun, Le Zhishan called and said that he would go to Yanjing tonight.

Le Zhishan came in person, rushed to Yanjing from Jiangxi, and was in such a hurry. Needless to say, it must be because of the attention.

Thinking of this, and thinking of his relatives and friends, he strengthened his spirits and was no longer as depressed as before.

In the afternoon, he hurried out of the house and rushed to Liu Yikun's office. As soon as Liu Yikun saw Qian Hao coming in, his face immediately became gloomy, and he complained:

"You said you, what words did you say? You have three roles by yourself, and you should keep good poems and words, and when the time comes, don't you just take them out and use them?

Alas, what a pity, what a good lyric! When the time comes, it will shock a group of judges, but it will be directly promoted. ”

There is no need to guess, Qian Hao knows what Liu Yikun means, and he also knows which word Liu Yikun said, which should be what he sent last night. However, he is not sorry at all, because he has a lot of reserves in his head, and he does not have to worry about the national poetry contest at all.

"This word is written in autumn, and now in winter, how can it be appropriate?" Although he was not worried, he still found an excuse to comfort Liu Yikun.

When Liu Yikun heard Qian Hao say this, his face turned a little pale, and then he scolded with a smile:

"As far as you would say, why did the words written in autumn not be sent today? But then again, your poem is really well written, in the same vein as the quasi-ancient decisive words, and the style is the same, which is very attractive to little girls.

What kind of expression do you have, don't believe it, don't believe it, look at Weibo yourself. Tsk, it's really enviable, a group of little girls are sought after, completely ......"

Qian Hao rolled his eyes when he heard this, and directly ignored this guy, but opened his Weibo casually.

Sought after by little girls?

It's not surprising, how can Nalan's words not have such charm? (To be continued.) )