All the work of "The Tuner" has been completed, and all Fang Yan can do now is wait.

Regarding the matter of signing up for the competition, Fang Yan's mentality was very peaceful and there was no pressure.

I have already done everything I can do, and even if I don't win an award in the end, I won't regret it.

"Bell bell bell—"

When he got home, when Fang Yan was having dinner, the landline phone suddenly rang.

"Hello, who?"

Fang Yan picked up the phone, and a familiar gentle voice came from the microphone.

"Son, have you eaten?"

It was none other than Fang Yan's mother, Zhao Jing.

"I'm eating right now."

"Are you eating instant noodles again?"

Without waiting for Fang Yan to reply, Zhao Jing began to chatter: "I heard others say that instant noodles are full of preservatives, and eating too much is not good for your health!" You usually have to eat more vegetables......"

"Okay, okay, I understand, you don't say it anymore!"

Fang Yan smiled bitterly and said, "Mom, I'm in my twenties, don't treat me as a child!" ”

"Hmph—as long as you're not married, you're a kid with me!"

Hearing this, Fang Yan couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm only 22, so I don't need to urge marriage!"

"I'm not urging marriage, I'm just reminding you that if there is a suitable girl around you, then you can talk about it seriously!"

Speaking of this, Zhao Jing sighed: "This person said no, no, my wish now is to see you and your sister get married as soon as possible!" ”

"......" Fang Yan was silent, he understood his mother's feelings at this time.

Life is unpredictable, Fang Yan's family is a good example, the originally wealthy family suddenly fell, and the father who was the pillar of the family died of an accidental stroke, which hit her mother very depressed one by one.

"Okay, let's not talk about these sad things." Zhao Jing diverted the topic and asked, "The Spring Festival will be in a few days, when do you plan to go home?" ”

"School has winter break next Wednesday, and I'll take the train back then!"

"Okay, when you come back, your mother will make you something to eat."

After chatting for a while, Fang Yan hung up the phone and breathed a long sigh of relief.

When he first crossed over, Fang Yan had some worries and didn't know how to face his family in this life.

After all, the original host of this body was not himself, and the previous "Fang Yan" was dead.

Is it a murder in a sense that an outsider from the earth has taken possession of the other party's body?

Will this impostor be discovered and exposed by the other party's family?

These problems have been bothering Fang Yan, and he does not dare to take the initiative to contact his family.

But it turned out that all scruples were superfluous.

From the moment he picked up the phone and heard Zhao Jing's voice, a real and strong family affection instantly surged into Fang Yan's heart.

Although the body and soul are fake, the memories and emotions are real.

Fang Yan finally let go of the burden in his heart and let himself go.

…………

Two days later, the slopes of the imperial capital West Racecourse.

"Whew—it's here!"

Fang Yan wiped the cold sweat on his head, feeling that his feet were a little sore.

Looking into the distance, the whole horse farm is covered with snow, and the horses are galloping leisurely, the hooves of the horses are stepping on the snow, raising white smoke and dust.

Fang Yan naturally didn't come here to ride a horse, but to find someone.

On this hillside, there is a small old cottage with a large field of sunflowers planted in front of the house, but unfortunately it is winter and the sunflowers are not in full bloom.

"Ding-dong-"

Fang Yan pressed the doorbell, and soon after, an emaciated young man with long hair opened the door.

Seeing this person who opened the door, Fang Yan was stunned for a moment, and then a strange smile appeared on his face.

"Hello, is Mr. Chen here?"

Fang Yan took time and effort to run here, and the person he was looking for was Chen Jiantian.

And this small villa is a well-known record company in the mainland, Red Star Music Production Society.

"He's here, may I ask who you are?"

The emaciated young man has deep dark circles under his eyes and looks a little haggard.

"My name is Fang Yan, and I made an appointment with Mr. Chen before."

"Wait a minute, I'll go check it!"

With that, the emaciated young man closed the door.

A few minutes later, the door reopened, and Chen Jiantian was standing at the inner entrance.

"Mr. Fang, I didn't expect you to come so soon!"

Fang Yan said jokingly: "Isn't it almost the Spring Festival, Mr. Chen is busy, I don't dare to make you wait for a long time." ”

"Hahaha, Mr. Fang, you are exalting me too much!"

After some polite words, Chen Jiantian walked into the house with Fang Yan.

As soon as you enter the living room, the first thing that catches you is the album posters and a variety of musical instruments.

Fang Yan took a closer look, and the posters were full of some singers with a sense of age - Zheng Jun, Tian Zhen, Xiao Ke......

Although these singers are still quite popular now, after ten or twenty years, few young people can recognize them.

"Mr. Fang, how do you feel about our company?"

"Amazing, I've never seen so many big-name singers!"

In the face of Fang Yan's praise, Chen Jiantian felt both happy and sad.

"Alas—it's a bit ashamed to say that, although I dug up these people, they are almost gone now."

A few years ago, the Red Star Music Production Society could be said to be a musical utopia in the mainland, pinning on the ideals of a group of reckless and high-spirited young people, as well as Chen Jiantian's ambitions.

However, what I didn't expect was that just a few years later, the Red Star Music Production Club was already a person who walked tea and sunset.

"Mr. Chen, there is no banquet in the world that will not be dispersed, and it is not a good thing for some people to leave early."

"Maybe, I hope so." Chen Jiantian said with some melancholy.

"Mr. Fang, are you here today for the cooperation you mentioned earlier?"

"That's right!" Fang Yan took out a few pieces of paper from his backpack and said, "These are a few songs I wrote, and I ask Mr. Chen to appreciate them." ”

"Okay, then you're welcome!"

Chen Jiantian slapped his palms excitedly, and hurriedly took the lyrics and sheet music to look at them.

"Huh...... It's actually folk rock! ”

After seeing the song, Chen Jiantian's eyes widened in surprise.

Folk rock, as the name suggests, is a song that draws on the simple and direct melody of folk music and the strong beat of rock music to express the philosophy of life in a popular way.

Folk rock is a relatively niche type of music, and generally speaking, only middle-aged people with life experience will like it.

As a result, I didn't expect that Fang Yan, a young man, would actually write this type of song, how to describe this shocking feeling, just like Cai Guoqing singing rock and roll, how strange to think.

"Mr. Chen, how is the song I wrote?"

"Well...... It's okay to read the lyrics, but you still have to actually play it to know how good or bad it is. ”

Chen Jiantian rubbed his chin, turned his head and shouted to the emaciated young man in the distance: "Xu Wei, come and help!" ”