And in the book review area, after this chapter of the promotion week, the entire book review area was also excited, and the very hot book review area suddenly rose to the point of boiling.

"Book friend 1929312:, the broken dog can actually write songs, is it really fake?"

"Book friend 999: I didn't say it, I must watch "I Called a Singer" on time when the time comes."

"My Fair Woman: Wow, Revisiting is really a genius, I just don't know how old it is, otherwise ......"

"Supreme tyrant: I'll rub it, my fair girl's spring heart is moving, no, my fair girl is mine!"

The book friend group is even more turbulent because of this.

After such a long period of development, the number of book friends has skyrocketed, and one group has long been unable to satisfy everyone's desire to join the group, and six groups have skyrocketed in a row, which can accommodate those Buddhist fans who want to communicate intimately.

"Tranquil Coral: Since the book was opened, in other words, why hasn't the author exploded until now?"

"Kitten: yes, yes, it's weird, if other authors would have exploded a long time ago."

"The rescuer invited by the monkey: No, you must let him explode the photo, he can normally, but now he writes songs for other singers, how can he not explode?"

"Moonlight misses it so much: upstairs plus one."

……

And in real life, two days later, on Monday, in the class of the sixth class of the first year of high school.

"Gu Yang, I'm grass, do you know how hung the Buddha is the author of the Tao?"

As soon as the class ended, Song Fan hurriedly ran over and yelled at the young man who had been coding until late at night last night and was still tired after making up for sleep.

"Uh, what's going on?"

"I'm grass! I grass! Revisiting is really a hanging, and the five-body throw that I admire is on the ground! ”

Song Fan spoke incoherently for a long time, but did not say any follow-up words, and was finally completed by another book lover classmate.

"It's really amazing, I lobbied that I created a song, and I'm going to sing it on "I'm a Singer" this Friday, I hope readers will like it, to be honest, I've never seen such a good person among online writers."

"Well, that sounds good, so will you watch this show then?"

Two classmates who are fans of Buddhist books looked at each other and said in unison: "Of course! ”

Gu Yang crooked the corners of his mouth and made a smiling expression.

That's what he wants.

However, it is not enough!

He will continue to promote this matter in the updated chapters in the next few days, and strive to maximize the advertising effect, so that all book lovers will read the book. It will also be possible to consult with other authors to continue to promote the book.

You know, normally speaking, a novel with a collection of 100,000 on the dust spot, its readership can reach hundreds of thousands, and many people are watching it on other websites or places, as long as the publicity is in place, then, throw away some people who don't watch the show, and the audience sitting in front of the TV to watch "My Name is a Singer" can reach at least 100,000 or more!

"Is it the one we had at the beginning?"

Just thinking about continuing to promote the chapter in the evening, Xu Yuexun in the back said quietly.

He turned around and saw the other party's expression, weak and quiet, like a purple lavender that the wind could not blow, and he couldn't wait to immediately hold it in his arms and hug it tightly.

Suppressing the bad thoughts that came to his heart, Gu Yang smiled and explained seriously: "No, that song belongs only between you and me. ”

It will always be between you and me.

He added secretly in his heart.

Time passed in such a chaotic way, there was nothing worth caring about, that is, he made a phone call, and Ma Yi reached an agreement on the intention of Zhou Xing in case Zhou Xing was eliminated, it seems that Ma Yi also suffered a lot, and Zhou Xing's live effect was very good, which gave him great confidence, saying that if he was eliminated, he would also release an album in the near future.

After wandering between home and school, night and day, it finally came Friday.

Gu Zhengming didn't have anything to do today, so he returned home early and had a warm dinner with his family.

Since completing the last big order, he has entered a state of leisure, there is nothing to be busy, and this state will be maintained this year, if you want to be busy, you can wait until next year.

On this Friday night, he found that his son did not go into his room early to do his work as usual on Friday, but sat in front of the TV with him, watching the news, silently thoughtful, while Yang Luo went out shopping with friends.

This scene is really rare at home.

Most of the time, Gu Yang was silently busy in his room, and occasionally the sound of soft music came from his ears, more of a wordless silence. He had also gone into his son's room to see what the other party was doing, and every time he could only see the computer screen full of fonts.

The moment he entered for the third time, he suddenly felt a heartache.

His son was only sixteen or seventeen years old, it was the age of youth, and his peers at this time were in love, shopping, indulging in games and sports, and there was a good time worth remembering, but Gu Yang could only type in the room day and night, even if he worked hard for his dream, it was too cruel.

Looking at his son's young face, Gu Zhengming asked with a smile, "Xiaoyang, how is the writing?" ”

Gu Yang was stunned and smiled, "It's okay, the results are good." ”

Father Gu nodded thoughtfully, took a sip of strong green tea, and sighed secretly in his heart.

Let's hope he doesn't get discouraged.

With my own understanding of my son, if I write a book on the Internet at my current age, it is unlikely that I will have outstanding grades, so I just hope to accumulate some experience. He is not the kind of unenlightened parent, and he hopes that his children can have what they are looking for and love, rather than a mediocre and numb life.

After watching the TV quietly for a while, Gu Yang looked at the time, jumped the TV to a TV station, and there was an advertisement on it, seeing Gu's father's eyes turning to him, he explained: "This station has a new program later, it is singing, you can watch it." ”

Sing?

The corners of Gu Zhengming's mouth raised a secret smile.

I guess I have a favorite singer, right?

Anyway, there is really no need to watch any news at this time, but you can listen to songs, due to the pressure of life, he hasn't cared about songs for a while, and now the pressure has decreased a lot, you can listen to songs to relax yourself, hoping to have some surprises.

At 8:10, the program "My Name is a Singer" officially started.

After the introduction of the seven singers who will be on the stage, the first singer made his debut.

She is a female singer, she is not very old, she is in her twenties, and the song she chose is a more poignant song, her singing skills are very good, and her feelings are in place, which can indeed arouse people's feelings.

"This singer sings well."

Gu Zhengming took a pack of melon seeds and opened it, and commented on the singer above.

He doesn't know what singing skills are, nor does he know what vocal range is, but he evaluates it from the perspective of the purest audience, and this perspective is also the most fair.

In this regard, Gu Yang just smiled and did not speak.

Soon, after the first person finished singing, the host came to the stage to praise the performance of the female singer, and then introduced the singers who appeared below, and the words were very brief.

"What about a singer who appeared below, after being away from the stage for many years, and now he is on the stage again, and the song he sings was written for him by an Internet writer, now, let's invite Zhou Xing to play."

This paragraph is short and unenthusiastic, compared to the previous singer's sensational introduction, it can be said that it is pitiful. The audience was obviously not very familiar with the singer's name, and just applauded politely, and the applause was cold and sparse.

Zhou Xing, dressed in simple clothes, strode from the back of the stage, with a calm expression and steady steps, walked to the microphone, bent down, kissed the stage with his hands instead of lips, and then the music sounded.

A subtitle slid silently across the screen.

"Broad Skies"

"Singer: Zhou Xing"

"Songwriting: Revisited"

"Arranger: Zhou Xing"