What this grand ceremony felt to others Han Shuang didn't know, he only knew that he was very tormented.

Thinking that it would be more than four hours before it was over, he couldn't help but sigh. However, even he didn't expect that the boring ceremony would become interesting because of the arrival of a person.

"Can I sit here?" Just as everyone was listening to the host's speech, an extremely crisp voice sounded in Han Shuang's ears.

He turned his head, and when he saw the visitor, his eyes shrank slightly. But it's Huangfu Qingwei! Generally speaking, the seats of the guests are all specific, plus they all come from the crew team, and few artists change positions, or run out to rub into other teams.

For a while, this request stunned Han Shuang, Wang Fugui and others. And the inexplicable visit of Huangfu Qingwei also attracted the attention of many people.

"I'm sorry, Miss Huangfu......"

"Let her sit here!" Han Shuang interrupted Wang Fugui's words. Wang Fugui was stunned, swallowed back the words behind, and took the initiative to get up and make room for Huangfu Qingwei.

"Can you write me another song?" Not only Han Shuang, but everyone else came into contact with Huangfu Qingwei for the first time.

After listening to her second sentence, except for Han Shuang, Wang Fugui and the others all frowned slightly. Miss, you really think you are a character of the old society!

Look at the tone of your voice, as if Sun Guiying owes you a song! Don't talk about you, Tianwang Duan Lei is awesome, right?

When I talked to Han Shuang just now, I kept smiling constantly? Can you be taller than him? I really don't know who gave you the confidence!

As for Han Shuang, instead of being angry, he felt a very familiar taste from her. After looking back, I realized that this is not the self when I first crossed?

Go straight and don't beat around the bush. Although she spoke very directly, from her eyes, Han Shuang did not find such emotions as arrogance and no one in her eyes.

It should be like this is how she usually communicates with people.

"Do you know how much I charge a song?"

"I know, eight million." For some reason, Han Shuang asked directly: "Then do you have so much money?" Huangfu Qingwei was stunned for a moment, and then shook her head slightly.

In fact, with her fame, there must be a net worth of eight million. Not to mention anything else, she was on the Spring Festival Gala last year, and she also had the song "Legend" she gave her, just casually attending a few commercial performances and receiving two advertisements, and earning more than eight million, right?

Obviously, what Wang Fugui said was not groundless. This Huangfu Qingwei should just be a money-making machine.

For a while, looking at Huangfu Qingwei, Han Shuang couldn't say what he felt. On her body, there seems to be a girlish feeling that has not completely faded.

But her acting skills on the screen are so exquisite, Han Shuang can't judge whether his intuition is accurate.

"Since you don't have it, how can you have the confidence to let me write a song for you?"

"Didn't you write it for me last year? In the end, you returned all the money to me? Han Shuang smiled: "So, you take it for granted that I don't need money to write songs?" Huangfu Qingwei was silent for a while, and then said slowly: "The song I gave at this year's Spring Festival Gala is not very good, I want to sing what you wrote." For some reason, listening to her, Han Shuang could always feel a kind of grievance mixed in.

There is also a kind of indescribable body that cannot be said to be involuntarily. Han Shuang didn't pay attention to her anymore, and temporarily set his eyes on the award ceremony.

Before the start of the awards, some leaders will take the stage to give a passionate and long-winded speech about the past and future of the festival.

Han Shuang's attention was not entirely focused on the leader's speech, he was thinking about which one would be the most suitable if he wrote a song for Huangfu Qingwei.

Soon, a melodious melody popped up in my head. Well, the song fits her voice perfectly, and he's sure Huangfu Qingwei will like it too.

It's just that...... Is it just to give it to her? Han Shuang naturally didn't care about the eight million, and even had the idea of using her as a tool.

It's just that the name is not right! If the outside world or people around them know that they are giving away a song for free, how will they speculate about themselves?

I don't know if I thought I had a leg with Huangfu Qingwei! Just when Han Shuang was depressed, the extremely brittle voice sounded in his ears again.

"Do you think that's good? You give me a song first, and then I star in one of your movies, and the song remuneration will be deducted from my movie salary. Han Shuang turned his head slowly, his eyes showed a hint of surprise, this girl, why is the brain circuit so strange?

Even if you prostitute me for a song, you still want to star in my movie! What surprised Han Shuang the most was that when she said it, she was very serious!

Didn't realize there was anything wrong with it at all. Han Shuang held back his laughter,

"Sounds pretty doable, but, can you call the shots? I mean, the movie pay thing. ”

"Yes!" Huangfu Qingwei said in a reassuring tone: "I will be able to terminate the contract in another year, and then I can choose the songs I want to sing and the movies I want to make." From her tone, Han Shuang felt a kind of sadness inexplicably.

Although I don't know what happened to her, I always feel that it is not so good. Changing the topic, Han Shuang asked, "How do you know about music?" Huangfu Qingwei nodded: "I can play a lot of musical instruments, and I know a little bit about music theory." Han Shuang turned his gaze to Wang Fugui on the side, and said softly: "Old Wang, help me find a piece of paper and a pen." Wang Fugui, whose attention has always been on the award stage, is unknown,

"Pen and paper? Do you want to leave your contact information? ”

"Keep your head up!" Han Shuang didn't look at him angrily.

"I have a pen." As he spoke, Zhou Can took out a pen from his arms. He likes to record inspiration or feelings, so he carries paper and pen with him, but the paper is too small, only the size of a palm, Han Shuang wants to write songs, so such a small piece of paper is naturally not good.

Just as a staff member passed by, Wang Fugui said his appeal. In less than two minutes, several pieces of A4-sized conference paper were placed on Han Shuang's round table.

"I just thought of a work, if you like it, take it, pay or something, and give it to me when you have money, if you don't like it, I didn't say it." After speaking, Han Shuang picked up the pen and wrote the lyrics.

Huangfu Qingwei suddenly tilted her body to watch. You are a distant road, a lamp in the fog in the mountains, and when you see the first lyrics, the light in Huangfu Qingwei's eyes is much brighter.

His handwriting is so beautiful! Moreover, this fragmented style of short sentences is also a way of singing that she likes very much.

...... And I will love the world you love, may you wish the smile, your hand and I are staggering, please take me to tomorrow, if you have suffered my sweetness, I am willing to live as you wish, I wish to be in vain, I am willing to go bravely, every day in this prosperous world, when I saw this lyrics, Huangfu Qingwei's whole person froze, especially the sentence 'You have bitter my sweetness, I want to live as you wish', directly made her eyes misty.

At this time, a thought popped up in her heart: Is he writing about me? Everyone saw her glamorous beauty, but they didn't know what kind of torture she was suffering in places where the camera couldn't shine.

Her titular mother, in order to maintain a luxurious life, used her as a money-making tool. The only thing thankful for is that she is not forced to work hard.

Most of the time allowed her to improve her artistic skills. Although the annual work does not seem to be much, Huangfu Qingwei can see her name on the list of the most profitable artists every year with her high-end positioning, sky-high appearance fees and endorsement fees.

What is embarrassing is that most of this money has flowed into the pocket of her mother, who is an agent.

At the same time, this noble mother is also interfering in the private life of her daughter Huangfu Qingwei all the time.

She wasn't allowed to associate with ordinary boys at all. If she hadn't gone abroad today to attend a high-end cocktail party held by a princess, and missed this award ceremony, I'm afraid she wouldn't have been able to sit here.

Yes, even Sun Guiying, who is in full swing, has not been able to enter the eyes of that lady. In her world, to distinguish whether a person is ordinary or not, it depends on whether he has a prominent background.

If not, no matter how famous you are, don't try to win the respect of this lady. ...... swayed, it didn't take long for Han Shuang to write the lyrics.

Seeing that Huangfu Qingwei seemed to be very touched, he asked with a smile: "Do you like such lyrics?" ”

"I like it."

"By the way, I haven't decided on a song title yet, what kind of song title do you think is appropriate?"

"As you wish." Huangfu Qingwei almost blurted out. Han Shuang was stunned for a moment.