Chapter 672: Young Master Yan is a door-slamming ghost
Yan Tao exhaled softly.
Even with the sorrow and resentment that had accumulated in his heart for many years, he spit it out.
"Smack!"
"Smack!"
Everyone who came back to their senses felt that their hard work was still boiling, and they were naturally capable of being in Smith's team.
This young man's piano music and singing voice are said to be heavenly sounds, which is not an exaggeration.
They looked at the Chinese teenager in front of them with admiration, and at this time, any praise was not as real as applause.
That's so good!
I couldn't understand the lyrics, but I still felt sad and shed tears all over my face.
"Yan, which language is this song in? How come I've never heard of it? ”
Smith considered himself well-informed, he was proficient in six languages, many of which he knew a little bit, but he had never heard Yan Tao speak this language.
Moreover, it doesn't seem to belong to any of the languages he has studied.
"A very special language."
Yan Tao didn't plan to say more, she got up and stood, "Is it recorded?"
"It's recorded!"
The recording engineer's face flushed, "I have a hunch that this song will become popular when it is released!" ”
"Popular?"
Smith shook his head, "People like pop songs now, and they don't like piano music as much as they used to." ”
He insisted on making this piece out because he wanted to play it to his colleagues who like piano, as well as colleagues in the music industry.
Piano music, after all, is a niche hobby.
It's like Beethoven's moonlight song, a palace-level level, who will listen to it often?
But I just know.
Yan Tao hooked her lips and said goodbye to Smith, and she was ready to go home.
It was almost four o'clock.
Smith's students were enthusiastic, "I'll see you off." ”
"I'll send it!"
"What are you robbing!" Smith snorted, "You all go make tunes, I'll send Yan!" ”
Smith: At this point, it's just right to have a meal, hehehe......
He has been thinking about Yan Tao's craftsmanship for a long time.
However, he is not the only one who thinks about Yan Tao.
At the door of Yan's house, a young man held a kitten and slapped the door desperately.
"Yan Tao, get out of here!"
"Do you have the courage to leave me in the imperial capital, don't you have the courage to come out?"
"Yan Tao! You door-picker, I know you deliberately left me to escape! ”
"I'll tell you, if you want to throw it away, I'll leave, no way!"
Luz was.
As soon as Yan Tao left, there was no news, and when people left, there was a call back.
Okay, when she goes, the world will evaporate.
Forget about the evaporation of the world, he doesn't care!
What does it mean not to give money!
When Yi Yantao came back, he saw the scene of Uncle Luce sitting in the courtyard.
He was so heartbroken that he complained to Granny Jiang, and he was still holding the kitten in his arms.
"Grandma, Spades gave me a five-cent salary a day and froze my card," Luce wiped his tears, "I'm a minor, and I have to raise a small one below, it's miserable to the extreme." ”
Granny Jiang is very interested in Zongbaobao.
The little milk cat is not much older, its eyes are purring and round, and it is very watery, and it is very cute to look at.
instantly poked Granny Jiang's cute point.
The little old lady hugged the cat and began to think, why should she raise a child instead of a cat?
Yan Tao watched the whole process of Luce's complaint, leaned lazily against the door, and said in a cold tone, "Luce, I see that you don't even want a salary of five yuan." ”
The cold tone fell into Luce's ears, and he subconsciously turned his head and sprang to the ground.