Goddess of Art Transformation Project

Chapter 70
An excellent song is not necessarily how well the lyrics and composition are done, but how many people it has touched.Chu Ci only relied on this song recorded directly with a notebook, and he did not know how many people's hearts had quietly entered.There is no tuning, no post-production, and no tunes. Chuci just uses his own voice to sing the most essential voice in the world.

"I met a girl for the first time, do you know? You stay in my heart, and I can't even drive away." Zong Ze listened to the song posted on Weibo, and thought of that girl and those eyes again.

Zongze leaned on the sofa, and closed his eyes so quietly. After a while, Zongze stood up, stepped barefoot on the floor covered with Persian carpets, went to the wine cabinet, picked up a bottle of wine, opened the lid and drank it vigorously. He took a sip, then returned to the sofa with the bottle of wine, deliberately took out the earphones that he hadn't worn for a long time, and listened to this song that made him feel so emotional, Zong Ze drank the whole bottle of wine when the song ended Go down, and then cough violently.

Zong Ze is a person who is so proud to the core, he never thought that he would be captured by a stranger, he even saw a pair of eyes and he has never seen a girl's face, so proud that Zong Ze never thought of forgetting Those eyes, but he couldn't do it at all.I checked a painter's Weibo before, and saw a painting in which the girl couldn't see the face or eyes clearly, but it was exactly the same as the girl's clothes when he inadvertently glanced at it.

But a day passed, but he didn't receive a reply from the artist. It seems that the painting was a coincidence.

Suddenly, I heard the girl sing in a story-telling voice, "Whatever moves your heart, let fate go." Zong Ze felt that this sentence had reached his heart, and his heart had already moved, but fate did not favor him. He, he also wants to find it according to fate, but there are so many people, no matter how powerful Zong Ze is, he can't find a needle in a haystack.

First time meeting a girl?can i see you again
Also thank you for "listening", your song moved me very much.

Zong Ze got up and walked into the study, picked up a pen and wrote on it, To the girl I met for the first time
In a small, narrow room, there is only a desk and a bed. To go to the toilet, you have to leave the room and go out to use the toilet shared by several people.But this small space is the small world where Mao Junxuan carries his dreams.The hunchbacked boy on the stool was writing and writing on a piece of paper, humming a strange melody softly.The boy was about to pick up the guitar and try out a new piece he had written.

"Little Mao, please keep your voice down tonight, don't play the piano so loudly again, or other residents will complain to me." The door was slammed, and the landlord's voice came from outside .

"Uncle Li, I understand, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The young man put down the guitar in his hand with some embarrassment, scratched his head in embarrassment, and then apologized subconsciously.

"Little Mao, you said that you are so tired from work, and you still don't stop when you come back, and singing can't be eaten as a meal. I left your hot water at your door, come out and get it quickly, or it will be cold in a while." Disappointed and left.

Looking at the guitar he was holding and the lyrics at hand, the boy sighed, gently put down the guitar in his hand, and threw the song on the table. "Otherwise, I'll give up, and I won't be able to choose "Prince of Tomorrow"." The boy frowned with his unique worry, opened the door gently, and brought the hot water from the door into the room.

Mao Junxuan is a very talented and fanciful person. He fantasizes that one day he will become rich, and then he can change the world instead of letting the world change him.He also imagined that he would become a superstar one day.Mao Junxuan couldn't help laughing at himself. Talent and fantasy can't be eaten. He is not handsome, but it is not easy for an ordinary person to become a star in this era. Maybe I should give up and be my nurse.

Lying on the bed, Mao Junxuan squeezed his face, then smiled silly but tears flowed from his eyes.Mao Junxuan habitually clicked on Weibo, and clicked on the Weibo account of "listening". I don't know when he started to get used to browsing Weibo every day. Mao Junxuan had never chased stars but now he has Became a little fan of "Listen", although he hasn't clicked a single like or posted a comment, but he likes all the poems posted by "Listen" from the bottom of his heart.

I saw on Weibo yesterday that "Listen" will draw lucky fans and let them write poems with propositions. Mao Junxuan contributed the first time in his life to like, repost and comment.In order to increase his winning rate, Mao Junxuan couldn't help but ask his family and friends to forward this Weibo, and then he won the prize so that he could go to receive the prize.

However, he found that there was no lottery draw for "Listen" tonight, but an audio.Mao Junxuan was a little confused, but as a loyal fan, he clicked in without hesitation.After clicking in, Mao Junxuan was stunned.

"Looking at the sky as if it is in front of you, I am willing to go through all kinds of water and fire to walk it again." "Don't be true or false, don't struggle, and don't be afraid of jokes." What kind of words are these, Mao Junxuan feels that this word burns into the soul, these words are singing himself.Mao Junxuan's face was flooded with tears, Mao Junxuan burst into tears suddenly, and then sat up abruptly.Picking up the paper on the table, humming the tune softly with sobs, and then scribbling the lyrics.

Mao Junxuan said to himself in his heart, "Ordinary people can do extraordinary things. I am still young and I want to try it. I want to participate in "Prince of Tomorrow". I want to prove myself and my music. For me Tiny musical dreams."

Regardless of whether I win or lose in the end, I want to sing once on the big stage and let the whole world hear my singing.Mao Junxuan mustered up the courage that he never mustered in his previous life to make this decision, I will participate in "Prince of Tomorrow". "

Mao Junxuan took the guitar and the lyrics he wrote, walked out of the room lightly, sat in a corner where he could hide from the rain, played the guitar and sang his own songs, although he left the place where he lived, he was still afraid of being disturbed at night The neighbor was resting, and Mao Junxuan sang softly, "Will someone feel sorry for a mediocre person like me?"

All kinds of things in the world are displayed everywhere on this rainy night.

This storm about youth has not stopped yet, a song will really inspire and empower people.

The wind does not stop, this song gave many people strength overnight, and gave many people the courage to look forward to the future.This is the wind of hope that blows in my heart, and I hope that this wind of hope will never stop.

The butterfly of hope vibrates its wings and blows a gust of hope, and finally this gust of wind may turn into a terrifying storm somewhere.The gust of wind was far from stopping.

But Chu Ci didn't know all this, Chu Ci was still sleeping peacefully, and the corner of Chu Ci's mouth drew a beautiful arc in the dream, planning XZ's trip in the dream.

　Thank you for your rewards and dug a hole to see if you can find out that Chuci will be traveling tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)