When the afternoon class time was approaching, Zhang Peng finally came back from buying a voice recorder, during which Zhang Peng made a phone call and came back to ask Zhao Yan's opinion.

Because the price of the best voice recorder is obviously beyond Zhao Yan's estimate, ordinary voice recorders are not expensive, and they only need about two hundred yuan to get it.

But a slightly better voice recorder will cost thousands of yuan, and if you buy the best voice recorder according to Zhao Yan's original idea, it will cost five or six thousand yuan.

In this way, the seven or eight hundred yuan that Zhao Yan gave Zhang Peng before was far from enough.

Zhang Peng called back to ask Zhao Yan if he still wanted to buy the best.

Zhao Yan hesitated for a moment, and chose the middle price, the kind of 2200 yuan, Zhang Peng didn't use Zhao Yan to send him money, and first swiped the card to pay Zhao Yan for the part that was not enough.

In other words, Zhao Yange has not sold it yet, so he spent 2,200 capital first.

Playing music really costs money!

This is the emotion in Zhao Yan's heart when he hung up the phone.

There were two classes in the afternoon, and when he got the recorder, Zhao Yan didn't have time to start recording songs immediately, and after school in the afternoon, he accompanied Zhang Peng to have a meal outside the school, which was regarded as fulfilling his promise to Zhang Peng at noon. As for the money paid by Zhang Peng to buy a voice recorder, Zhao Yan naturally returned it to Zhang Peng.

Zhang Peng was very curious about Zhao Yan spending so much money to buy a voice recorder, and during the afternoon class, he asked Zhao Yan several times curiously, but Zhao Yan did not satisfy his curiosity.

In his heart, Zhang Peng was very suspicious that Zhao Yan was planning to use the recording to record something, plus the love letter he wrote at noon to confess to a girl in the class.

In this regard, Zhang Peng was a little smacked in his heart, during the time of enrollment, he could feel that Zhao Yan was not from a rich family, but now he was willing to spend more than 2,000 yuan to buy a voice recorder as a prop to confess to a certain girl, he asked himself if he was reluctant to do so.

There are a lot of noisy voices in the dormitory building at night, and almost all majors in Hallym College need to study at night, but Zhao Yan's writing class is an exception.

The school gives them a lot of free time to read or write.

After dark, Zhao Yan walked out of the dormitory building with the lyrics and voice recorders written at noon, it was already more than 6 o'clock in the evening, and it was dark early in summer, and it was completely dark outside.

The campus at night is very quiet, the sparse starlight at night, the teaching buildings in the distance, the library are brightly lit, but the street lights on the side of the campus are not very bright, Zhao Yan walked on the road alone, listening to the sound of insects and birds, and his heart gradually became clear.

Such a night made him feel familiar.

Squinting his eyes and thinking about it, he finally found the reason for the déjà vu. In the dream, Lu Yang seems to like to go out for a walk on such a night.

Zhao Yan looked around and found that it felt really good to take a walk at night.

It felt as if the whole world was far away from me, and my mind was much clearer than during the day.

Although he is far from the age of seeing through the red dust, in the quiet night, one can feel the cold atmosphere when walking under the campus street lamp, and the impetuousness on weekdays seems to have all faded.

Because he had a feeling, Zhao Yan turned on the recorder and sang softly as he continued to walk forward.

"Forget the love in my heart, leave love and infatuation, let the laughter send away the old sorrows, let the wine wash away the past, the hometown of the four seas is, where I am lazy, I tend to be free, let the feet walk the foot body with the encounter, it is difficult to wake up drunk, it is easy to be cynical, only God ......knows the outcome of this."

The song in the dream clearly appeared in Zhao Yan's heart, and the melody was the same, Zhao Yan squinted, moved forward at will, and sang the melody and lyrics in the dream one by one, not to mention, it really sang this song with a bit of flavor.

Occasionally, one or two students passed by Zhao Yan, at most they only looked at him twice, and a boy sang such a song while walking alone on campus at night, which made it easy for people to think that this was a frustrated young man.

Zhao Yan didn't care about the eyes of those alumni, and when he walked to the mountain behind the school, he was already singing "Look at the Face of the Moon", which is a female song, and he also sang indifferently, and when he walked to the crescent lake, he was already singing "Lone Star Tears".

For Zhao Yan, the experience of this evening was actually quite interesting.

A person in the dark night, holding a voice recorder, singing wherever he goes, thinking about the story in his novel for a while, and thinking of Xiao Mengyue who is far away in the capital for a while, and occasionally imagining a few scenes of Yu Qiluo singing these songs, no matter what he thinks, his heart is very peaceful, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously have a hint of a smile.

After the last song was recorded, Zhao Yan sat on the bench by the crescent lake, leaning back on the back of the chair, looking at the sparkling crescent lake in the night in front of him, Zhao Yan pressed the play button of the recorder, and quietly listened to the songs just recorded, and his mood became more and more calm.

The singing voice recorded by the recording pen is naturally not as perfect as the singing voice downloaded from the Internet, and it is still a little distorted, but Zhao Yan doesn't care, as long as he listens to it.

He has no intention of being a singer, as long as he can make Yu Qiluo feel that these songs are good and are willing to spend money to buy them!

I listened to it from beginning to end, there were many questions, there was no accompaniment, his voice was also on the thick side, and his singing skills were not necessarily at the entry level, but Zhao Yan asked himself that he could only do this step.

Smiling silently, Zhao Yan took out his mobile phone, found the number of Yu Qiluo's agent from the mobile phone address book and dialed it.

"Hello? Hello! Which one, please? ”

The voice of Yu Qiluo's agent came from the phone, and Zhao Yan still had some memories of her voice.

Zhao Yan: "Hello Sister Fang! I'm Zhao Yan! Xicheng saved Sister Yu's Zhao Yan! ”

As soon as he opened his mouth, Zhao Yan mentioned that he had saved Yu Qiluo during the summer vacation this year, and when he came, he was afraid that if he didn't mention it, Yu Qiluo's agent couldn't remember which green onion he was, so he hung up his phone directly.

Zhao Yan heard that the agents of those big stars are very dragged.

Come on! Zhao Yan's purpose in making this call is very clear, that is, for the sake of him saving Yu Qiluo, buy his songs, and at least ask the other party to listen to his songs.

Otherwise, even if he knew that these songs were excellent, the other party didn't bother to listen to them at all, how could he sell them?

It's not nice to say this kind of thing, but Zhao Yan didn't have any psychological pressure to do it, he asked himself that he had saved Yu Qiluo, and now he is using this kindness, just want the other party to listen to his own songs, it's not too much!

All he wants is a chance, not a bad song written randomly to cheat money.

Sister Fang: "Oh? Oh, it's you! Hehe, hello hello! Zhao Yan, right? I'm kind of impressed, well, hello! Is there anything you need me to help with by calling me? ”

Sister Fang's tone was a little distant, maybe although she left her phone number for Zhao Yan and them, she never thought that those young people would really call her for help one day.

Feeling the alienation in Sister Fang's tone, Zhao Yan felt even more in his heart that he was right to mention saving Yu Qiluo just now! This is still a life-saving benefactor, the other party's tone is so flat, if you don't mention this matter, the other party may really hang up the phone immediately.

Zhao Yan smiled faintly and said, "Sister Fang! I want to meet Sister Yu! I wrote a few songs and wanted Sister Yu to listen to them! ”

Sister Fang: "Oh? Scold! That's it! Zhao Yan, right? Excuse me! Sister Yu has been very busy lately, and Sister Yu has no plans to release an album recently, so, hehe, forget it when you see it, okay? ”

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