Quan Zhilong, I clearly loved you for so long

"Have you ever tried to sing? Although your ears are not as good as before, your voice is fine! Over the past few years, I have occasionally heard President Yang complain, and there is no one who can sing the voice of an angel like Song Li back then. people."

Song Li even wondered if Li Zhongshuo knew about the incident in the afternoon and deliberately encouraged himself, and he seemed to have a little confidence in his heart when he said this. "Brother, I sent a music demo to President Yang in the afternoon. He seems to want to sign me. But I sent it anonymously. He didn't know that I was Song Li, and the voice has been processed."

Song Li seemed to suddenly become more relaxed when she said it. This question really troubled her all afternoon, and she really wanted to discuss it with someone but didn't know who to turn to. "Then what do you think, since you asked me, you must have hesitated! Are you ready?" Ready to go back to YG, ready to meet Quan Zhilong...

Song Li shook her head, "I want to continue singing, but I don't have the ability right now. They want to sign me because they don't know my situation, bro, after knowing my situation, President Yang will point at my nose and call me a liar, right?"

Song Li suddenly turned into a clown hiding in a turtle shell again. She lost all confidence in herself, because she had nothing to be confident about.Li Zhongshuo put down his chopsticks and suddenly became very serious, "Fox, never lose confidence in yourself, you are far better than you think you are."

"Since you like to sing, why don't you give it a try? Everyone has the right to pursue their dreams, including you, you will always be the best fox." Li Zhongshuo's gaze was so firm that Song Li thought she was what he said, But... Song Li raised her hand to touch the hearing aid on her ear again.

"Since you're anonymous, why don't you stay anonymous?" Li Zhongshuo blinked at Song Li, then continued to eat, as if he didn't say anything.Song Li was lost in thought, and kept going anonymously?

Yang Xianshuo, who was in a daze, suddenly saw the mailbox flickering, and quickly clicked on it, "Ah! Junk mail, Axi!" Yang Xianshuo pressed the delete button viciously, and instantly froze. He finally met a person who wanted to sign it. I haven't replied to him for a long time, ah! YG, YG, no matter how many people want to come, they can’t come.

[You have a new email, please check it carefully] "West! It's spam again, I really..." Yang Xianshuo opened it with hope, oh mo, HIDER!These five letters are more exciting than letting him see bigbang.

Unexpectedly, the first three words were to reject his proposal, ah!Really, this person has completely aroused Yang Xianshuo's interest, how can anyone refuse him?Ace Entertainment Company!However, what do these two sentences mean? "Temporary contract, two songs will be delivered to you every month, and the income of the song will be determined by you if it can be released."

ah!This is the first time I have seen such a temporary contract, but why didn't this person come to sign the contract in person?She actually said that if she agreed, the contract could be sent to her electronically, and she even hoped that their contact would be through the Internet.

"It's really mysterious! Signing a contract with someone who doesn't know who it is, I always feel uneasy, but does this person know me? Do you know who I am? Know my weakness! Really!" Yang Xianshuo stared at the email for free. Character.

[As a sign of sincerity, this song is up to you to decide. If it is released, I will not charge a cent.If you agree to sign the contract, you can send me the electronic version of the contract, and I will hand over the song to you in a week. 】

When Song Li sent it out, she wasn't sure if Yang Xianshuo would agree. Two songs a month is really not many.But according to Song Li's current ability, she would have to sing dozens of times to complete a complete song, and she couldn't even hear a lot of music beats clearly. Although she wrote it by herself, singing and writing are fundamentally different.

Song Li closed the computer and lay on the bed. Whenever she was quiet, she would be afraid. It was a sense of fear rising from the bottom of her heart.As if she really couldn't hear anything, Song Li raised her hand and touched the hearing aid on her ear and hummed in a low voice, "He's one in a million, I don't know when I'll see him again..."