“…… Who is playing a song with the pipa?

The years are peeling off on the walls

See when I was a child

I still remember that we were all very young

And now the sound of the piano is faint

You haven't heard of my waiting......"

The more Ye Zifei looked at the lyrics, the more he liked it, he felt as if a melody was already echoing in his mind, he wanted to catch it, but he floated away, he only felt itchy and unbearable, and couldn't help asking: "Is there only the lyrics?" ”

The prince stared at her face a little distracted, and replied, "Your scar should be able to have plastic surgery, right?" ”

Ye Zifei smiled: "It's not neat, I like it." ”

"What? How can it! ”

Ye Zifei's heart was still on the lyrics, he didn't raise his head, and asked again: "Why are there only lyrics and no arrangement?" ”

"Oh, that's all I sent back then, nothing else?"

Ye Zifei said strangely: "Why did she send us this?" ”

The prince raised his head speechlessly and said: "For the sake of money, some undesirable creators, because of fame, even if they write good songs, they can't get publicity, and in the end no one pays attention, so generally smart people will give their works to the great gods, and get more people's attention through the great gods' singing of their own works, this kind of thing is very common on the Internet." We've received a lot of these kinds of submissions. ”

"Oh!" Ye Zifei sent this lyric to his mobile phone, "Then I have to take a look, maybe I can pick out more good songs." ”

"We haven't released a new song for months, the number of believers is decreasing dramatically, and Rollin is in a hurry."

Ye Zifei returned the phone to him and said with a smile: "Why is the money not enough?" ”

The prince hurriedly said: "This has nothing to do with money. ”

"Oh, that's slow, we only sing what we like, why should we care what other people think? How is the imp's body? ”

The prince was listless and said: "Fortunately, the treatment has begun, but we have not been able to find a matching bone marrow, we are considering whether to send him to Europe for treatment, and the ghost wolf is actively contacting the hospital over there." ”

"Oh, I'll go see him when I have time."

"You should have gone to see it, the imps have been talking about you all day, but you might scare them out of it."

"It's okay, after a long time, I'll get used to it."

"I can't get used to it, so let's go for plastic surgery!"

Ye Zifei pursed his lips, and the people around him persuaded him like this, maybe he shouldn't just care about his own feelings willfully, so he did his own thing, would he be too selfish and disappoint the people who cared about him, after hesitating for a moment, he said: "I know, I will consider it, but not now." ”

A happy smile flashed on the prince's face, and he said excitedly: "It's so decided, and you are not allowed to go back." ”

Ye Zifei hummed absentmindedly, looked down at the lyrics again, and asked: "You say this kind of song, how to sing it, with a bit of ancient poetry style, the author is really bold, can we try to use Chinese instruments to arrange music?" ”

The prince saw that all her thoughts were on the song, and she didn't care about her appearance at all, and he was angry in his heart, how could a girl not care about her appearance at all!

Ye Zifei turned around and walked home with his mobile phone and said, "Are you okay?" It's okay to go back and review, take the exam, well, that's it, goodbye! ”

The prince stood messy in the wind, completely ignored himself, defeated by a lyric, defeated......

"I hate Dongfeng Po, I hate Qingshu!"

Now Chen Xinyue has resigned, but she has become busier than before, the whole person has become more and more confident, and the trend of gradually changing to the direction of a strong woman is now Ye Zifei also regrets it a little, but seeing that she seems to be enjoying it, it is difficult to say anything.

At this time, Xiaoxian was still studying in school, Ye Zifei turned on the computer, and it was rare to get on the account of Angel Music Network.

When her avatar lit up, countless messages were like a tide pouring in, dripping non-stop, she sat in front of the computer a little confused, the computer configuration at home was average, and it almost crashed.

Only then did she know why the ghost wolf made several phone calls to complain to herself every day, and in the face of so much complicated information, it was really difficult for him to pick out the useful ones.

She hurriedly closed the window of conversation, and the world fell silent, and she couldn't help but exhale.

The homepage has been revamped, with a lot of interactive plots and fan activities, and until now no one knows what the fallen angel really looks like, but the more so, the more curious fans become, and her avatar is the picture of the one-winged angel in the MV.

At the top of the page, there is still the ugly abstract painting that the ghost wolf specially asked someone to make.

At this time, the website also sent a text message: "Is it the fallen angel himself?" ”

Ye Zifei was stunned, this question was very strange, hesitated, and replied: "Yes!" ”

"Really?"

Ye Zifei couldn't help laughing, and he didn't know what Xuan Yu had done, so he made the website so cautious, and replied again: "Yes!" ”

"How do you prove it?"

Uh, how can this kind of thing be proven, is it just a coincidence that she found out that the name of the editor who sent the message was actually Qingshu?

couldn't help but type on the keyboard: "Dongfeng Po you wrote?" ”

"You got it?"

"Yes, I like it, do you have any requirements for the song?"

Xia Qingshu of the editorial department sat on the chair completely stunned, her head was completely swinging, she likes to sing very much, but her talent is not good, and then she tried to write songs, and she has submitted manuscripts to many people, but none of the singers replied, and the people around her said that the artistic conception of the words she wrote was very beautiful, but it was not suitable for today's fashion trends.

After graduating, she begged her uncle to take an online music class, not just for fun or to pass the time out of boredom, she hoped that the world could hear her voice.

I really didn't expect that I was really taken by the fallen angel after a boring attempt, and the surprise was so unreal that she didn't know how to answer at once.

It took a long time to come back to my senses, I looked left and right carefully, and quickly typed on the keyboard: "No, I don't have any requirements, I'm glad you can like it, you can adapt it at will." ”

"Oh, I'll keep all the lyrics, I mean in the arrangement, what do you want?"

"I won't ......"

"Okay, I see, how much am I going to pay you?"

"No money! As long as you like. ”

"That's it, let's pay 10% of the income of this song, that's it, goodbye."

What is ten percent of the song of the fallen angels? Xia Qingshu has been in the editorial department for a while, and she is very clear about the interests involved, which is no longer just measured by money, but more of a variable in life.

"My Xia Qingshu is going to soar!" She jumped up from her chair and yelled, and the whole office watched her go crazy in amazement, and quickly lowered her head calmly to work, and this was not the first time. (To be continued.) )