"Mr. Wang Qiang, you composed the music and lyrics for "Little Apple"?" Huang Huihong looked at him suspiciously.

"Hmm," Wang Qiang replied.

Huang Huihong excitedly dragged Wang Qiang's hand: "I have eyes, but I don't know Mount Tai!" I hope Mr. Wang Qiang will not be surprised, contemptible is a musician, today I was fortunate to hear "Little Apple", suddenly shocked, whether it is lyrics or composition have shown everyone's demeanor, I don't know if Mr. Wang Qiang has the same song, contemptible people are willing to buy it at a high price. ”

Vulgar! It's too cheesy! It's all about money!

Also, what the hell is holding my brother's hand and not letting go! Brother has always been a supporter of heterosexuality! And, lead by example!

"I'm sorry, but you also know that our music industry is all about inspiration, and inspiration can't be stopped at that time! If the inspiration is gone, you can't make a song even if you suffocate yourself. Wang Qiang said, and quietly wiped the hand he had just withdrawn on his clothes.

"Oh?" Huang Huihong expressed interest. "I don't know where Mr. Wang Qiang found his state when he created "Little Apple"?"

"This matter is not enough for outsiders!" Wang Qiang looked selfless.

When Huang Huihong took out a wad of money and put it in Wang Qiang's pocket, the festival was instantly worthless.

"It was a long, long time ago, on a night of lightning and thunder, it was raining, my ancestors didn't bring umbrellas, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and there were no people around, and they happened to see an apple tree, and then my ancestors ran over to take shelter from the rain."

Just when the ancestors were about to be covered by the canopy, suddenly a big lightning bolt fell from the sky! Click! The trees that were already lush burst into flames! Collapse in half!

The fire is up, Ben has come to the harvest season, the apples are ripe, and the hard work of the fruit farmers has come to naught! Looking at the fiery apple, the ancestors had a flash of inspiration............"

"Your ancestors created Little Apple?" Huang Huihong asked.

"Hmm!" Wang Qiang continued, "The ancestor wrote down the lyrics excitedly, picked up an apple and threw it to express his excitement. But it happened to hit a foreigner's head, and the man muttered, 'Earth centripetal force' or something, and then took a hard bite, threw it far away, and rolled down in front of another foreigner, and the man picked up the half-pulled apple, and said excitedly, 'I found it!' It's you! Apple! Apple's trademark will be on fire! ’”

“→_→”

"In this way, this apple is really amazing!" Huang Huihong said with a smile.

"Yes! The world only knows Newton's laws, Jobs, but the ancestors' "Little Apple" has been lost in the long river of time, today I gritted my teeth and took it out, the broom is not the style of our Chinese nation! Wang Qiang said compassionately.

Believe in you to have a ghost!

The greasy Huang Huihong had a flash of inspiration and said, "Then do you think the copyright of "Little Apple" can be sold to me?" I'm going to make Little Apple famous! Money is not an issue! ”

Don't you see, there are countless old men and old ladies in the square, twisting their old waists, stepping on their old legs, carrying their old arms, and dancing! The stereo is playing the square dance divine comedy - "Little Apple"!

The song that was supposed to be popular still uses you?

Wang Qiang said lightly: "The reason why I came up with this song today is just to remember my ancestors!" There are no plans to take out! ”

Some moves are tried and tested! Huang Huihong is ready to repeat the old tricks.

Wang Qiang immediately stopped, "It's not about money!" ”

Oh? Lack of money? Huang Huihong silently took out all his money.

"You're insulting this song with money! Are you still a musician? ”

Looking at the back of Wang Qiang pulling Dean Zhang away, Huang Huihong was messy in the wind......

Outside.

"Aren't you short of money?" Dean Zhang asked.

"If you lack money, you can't sell your temperament and soul."

"Cut!" Dean Zhang snorted disdainfully.

After only three seconds, Wang Qiang immediately took out the banknote just now, "Let's go, old man, take you to the big health care, let's try the emperor package!" ”

"The children in the orphanage can only eat meat once a week, and you actually let me go to the big health care! Hearing your words, my heart is bleeding! The money to make a big sword is enough for the children to eat as much meat as possible! Dean Zhang said solemnly, "Look at it, as a musician, Huang Huihong knows how to give some love to the children, what about you!" What kind of dirty thoughts are in your head all day, you ......"

"You've won! Old man! Wang Qiang immediately retreated, stuffed the money to Dean Zhang, and ran away immediately.

Dean Zhang looked at the money in his hand and smiled, looked back at the high-rise buildings of the Ministry of Education, and his face became gloomy, and he waited at the bus stop for a long time before squeezing the bus back.

There is no need for live broadcast at night, Wang Qiang is naturally happy.

As soon as he got back to the rental house, he started coding words.

Recalling the images that once lingered in my mind, I opened Word, and my fingers crackled on the keyboard.

Everyone has a dream in their hearts, to know a few brothers who can be entrusted with life, and to drink wine and eat meat with them! At night, holding a machete, sweat and blood to their heart's content, creating their own immortal feats.

People grow up slowly, but the last trace of bloody arrogance in their hearts has been polished by society and disappeared.........

Wang Qiang wandered in the sea of words, arranging and combining word by word, repeating the youthful frivolity and those bloody years............

When you focus on one thing, time flies.

Wang Qiang felt that his neck was very sore and painful, stretched his waist, twisted his neck, crackled, and made a sound like popping beans.

"No wonder I heard that writers are prone to illness, and they are so tired as porters, so they must be even more tired if they write by themselves!" Wang Qiang muttered.

Outside the window, it was already dark.

30,000 words, hand speed is really fast! Mainly thanks to the dead of night............

Looking at the watch, it was almost eight o'clock.

patted his head, the live broadcast was delayed, and it should have started at half past seven according to custom. Save it now, and then close the Word document.

Log in to the Fiberhome backstage now.

Looking at the number of viewers, seventy or eighty thousand online people, the mood is still good. But looking at the words on the public screen, my heart immediately felt like I had eaten Xiang.

"Shabi is stronger, I'm frightened by my "Yulin Army"! I don't dare to broadcast live, I'm laughing at my father! ”

"Brother Yu is mighty, God blocks and kills God! Buddha blocks and kills Buddha! A bed bug, I still think I'm awesome! ”

"This is the consequence of angering Brother Yu! Newcomers, remember not to pretend/force too much~~"

"Brothers, put the mouse on the report button, let him not live for a minute!"

"That's not right! We can't be so rude! As long as he apologizes to Brother Yu and obediently be a good son, we should spare his dog's life. ”

"Agreed!"

"That's a brilliant plan!"

"Such a great talent, worthy of the dog-headed military division of our "Yulin Army", I am served! ”

…………

Retribution is Wang Qiang's character! He hasn't forgotten about yesterday's events! I was worried that I couldn't find an excuse, so I was sleepy and sent a pillow.

The corner of his mouth smiled coldly, "Okay! To play! I'll just have fun with you! ”