When hearing Deng Xiaoqi's praise, Ye Lang thought about his singing style and emotions just now very seriously, and then nodded vigorously and seriously: "Yes, I have always been good at singing, but this advantage has only recently been discovered." ”

Deng Xiaoqi was speechless.

What's the situation with this goods, he is also a powerful singer today, a young diva, this guy in front of him doesn't even know himself, he doesn't know himself, it's just that, he sees that his song is well written, politely, and he is really on the line.

"Do you feel the lyrics?"

Deng Xiaoqi endured the anger of 10,000 grass and mud horses in his heart, and said elegantly.

"Hey, it's actually scribbled, moaning without disease, it's not counting haha, but people like to sit in the right seat now."

"I have a friend surnamed Mao, who is bored all day long, so he writes some songs, and I learned."

Deng Xiaoqi felt that she had encountered a strange

But why is this strange thing so handsome? The no-makeup situation looks like almost a man who came out of the comics, and the more you look at it, the more flavorful it becomes.

"Can you sing it again?"

Deng Xiaoqi thought for a long time and slowly said his request.

"I just came back from a party, chilling out on the balcony, I heard your singing, I like the idea and taste of this song, I want to hear it again, if I can, I want to buy it."

Ye Lang paused for a moment, with a strange meaning in his eyes.

Deng Xiaoqi seems to have seen such eyes, and there is a husky in her house that looks at people like this.

"Don't sell it, I'm sorry, I'm sure I'll sing these songs myself, besides, everyone likes me to sing so much, I definitely can't live up to everyone's hopes."

Ye Lang spoke seriously, and now his songs have begun to come out of the circle.

But these songs, Ye Lang doesn't want to sell them, he is not short of money now, nor is he short of those false names, as a person who still has a trace of ideals in his heart, Ye Lang of course hopes that his songs can be heard by more people, and he hopes that what he wrote can be seen by more people.

If you don't have money, is Ye Lang still short of money now?

"You also have an audience? Are you a singer? ”

Ye Lang's face darkened, no, how can you check your household registration, whether I am a singer or not, what does it matter to you.

"I'm not a singer."

"The producer?"

"What is a producer?"

Ye Lang really doesn't know what the so-called producer does.

Deng Xiaoqi was stunned, this product is not a singer or a producer, is it a singer? Can a singer afford such a big villa?

At this time, she had already begun to think in her heart, the depression and infinite unwillingness in that song almost told the listeners face to face, how could someone who had not experienced that kind of life write this song.

What kind of friend surnamed Mao, liaring ghosts.

"I'm a streamer haha, playing games." Ye Lang shrugged helplessly.

Deng Xiaoqi lifted Erlang's legs and nodded thoughtfully, "The anchor is not bad, but as a public figure, you can't sell your ideals because of money or something, let alone sell your body and soul because of the temptation of temporary interests."

Ye Lang is full of bags, what the hell is this woman doing, she came here to pick thorns.

Selling your body and soul, what do you think of me?

People are serious anchors, okay! Big Streamer!

"You think too much, beauty, I'm just a game streamer, just singing occasionally."

Deng Xiaoqi had a lot of doubts in his eyes at this time, but he still nodded and expressed his approval, such a handsome boy with extremely clear eyes, obviously not that kind of person.

is in the entertainment industry, involuntarily, Deng Xiaoqi understands the truth, if she doesn't stick to the bottom line, maybe with her strength, she can be more popular.

Hehe, she is obviously the successor of the diva, but she has become a marginal figure today, and she is naturally unwilling.

In Ye Lang's song, it was that emotion that attracted Deng Xiaoqi.

"Okay, I'll sing, I'll have to sleep after singing, and I'll have something to do tomorrow."

Ye Lang slowly picked up his diamond guitar plated with 24K pure gold at this time, and as soon as the guitar came out, Deng Xiaoqi looked surprised.

Now a game streamer can make money like this?

This villa can't be taken down without hundreds of millions, and it's not about money, it's about identity.

Everyone here is either rich or expensive, if it's just a streamer, how can you possibly live here.

There is a lot of mystery in this man.

When Ye Lang played the guitar, his eyes began to gradually reveal the depth, and a faint mist began to emerge, at this moment, Ye Lang felt that he was immersed, the unwilling person, the unknown person, possessed again.

"Someone as good as me......"

……

When Ye Lang's voice was mixed with a little bitterness, Deng Xiaoqi's face was left with tears.

She covered her face and tried not to let out a sob, not wanting to disturb the man in front of her.

"Lonely people like me, stupid people like me, people who do nothing like me......"

"How many other people have you seen......"

"Someone as inexplicable as me

Will anyone feel distressed?"

Ye Lang's song ended, the confusion in his eyes, the loss and chaos were accompanied by his faint smile for a moment, and the wind and clouds dispersed, like calmness after a long period of vicissitudes.

Deng Xiaoqi couldn't hold back anymore at this time, sobbing and humming.

Ye Lang was stunned.

What's the matter, she didn't do anything, why did she cry.

"Ye Lang, why the hell don't you let people sleep!" Ye Tan'er was wearing her fist gloves in her hands, her eyes were full of anger, and she wore her sanda suit and rushed down in stride.

"Huh? Ye Lang, you are looking for a woman behind my back......"

Ye Tan'er's vicious voice came, which was terrifying.

"Don't talk nonsense, it's our neighbor!"

"What good deeds have you done, people are crying!"

Ye Lang stood up helplessly, "I'm just singing." ”

Deng Xiaoqi knew that the other party had misunderstood, so she stood up and wiped away her tears, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's my fault, I'm sorry." ”

Ye Tan'er glared at Ye Lang fiercely, and just when she wanted to send off a guest, suddenly, her eyes lit up!

"Are you...... You are Deng Xiaoqi?!! ”

Ye Tan'er's attitude changed one hundred and eighty degrees in an instant, "My God, Ye Lang, Deng Xiaoqi, this is Deng Xiaoqi, she is our neighbor." ”

"Deng Xiaoqi, I'm your big fan, I like to listen to your songs very much."

Deng Xiaoqi smiled slightly at this time, "Thank you for your support, but not every fan can see me like this." ”

When the two women were together, Ye Lang became a foil in an instant, the key was that Ye Lang couldn't go to sleep yet, every time he breathed, Ye Tan'er's eyes glared.