The autobiography I wrote cannot be a tragedy

"I'll go! What kind of fairy song is this? I love it!"

"A friend forwarded it. After listening to it, I started playing the song on repeat..."

"It's been a long, long time since I've encountered music like this. I was as young as you back then."

"My eyes got wet unconsciously. I blew the evening breeze that you blew, and I saw you and the scenery, just as if we had embraced each other...

We kept missing each other, and in the end, we didn’t even finish watching a movie. We promised to hold hands, but in the end we just walked away in a hurry..."

“The melody is simple and the lyrics are also very simple, but they go straight to the heart.

The combination of lyrics and music, the twist and charm, always evokes memories of the past.

The single loops, and the sense of time and space dislocation always lingers in the mind, making people imagine another time and space at that time.

But what will our lives be like in another time and space?

When will the misplaced time and space cease to be misaligned?

At the next intersection, can we come together, in the same time and space..."

"Uh... I'm listening to music. Why are you guys listening to stories?"

"This seems to be a newcomer. Is this the author's first song? Who is Duan Xiaoxian? But it doesn't matter. I just want to know who the big boss is, Mr. Mengchang?"

"..."

At 10 o'clock in the evening, Duan Xian looked at the screen of his mobile phone, his eyes a little dull.

There is a "peak popularity list" on the music platform, and the No. 11 on the "daily list" is written "Dislocated Time and Space"...

It ranked second on the new song chart and first on the surge chart.

Three minutes later, the data was refreshed again, and "Dislocated Time and Space" ranked No. 10 on the daily list.

really……

Am I dreaming?

At this time, Duan Xian felt as if he was riding a roller coaster. He was extremely excited at one moment, and then felt that this world was too unreal.

Of course he thought that this song might become a hit, but he never expected that this song would actually reach the top ten on the popularity list...

Over 500,000 trial views, 60,000+ likes, and 1,000+ retweets.

For a new song that was released less than 24 hours ago and the singer is a pure amateur, this kind of data can only explain one problem...

This song... is a hit!

Even acne marks and neck scarves have begun to have related videos and repost recommendations for this song one after another. It is only a matter of time before it becomes popular.

Seeing such a result, Duan Xian, who had initially thought of fooling around with his best friend, finally began to believe that maybe Meng Lang's plan to let him enter the entertainment industry was really not a joke?

But at the moment he is more concerned about another issue...

"2843.78..."

Seeing the income data in the background, Duan Xian breathed a little quickly.

The current Internet music platform is quite mature. As long as creators upload original music to the platform, they can obtain profits from trial listening, paid downloads and advertising sharing.

In just one day, the income from this song has already reached nearly half of his monthly salary...

As long as the brain has basic reasoning ability, it can be judged that after this song is completely spread on the Internet, the income will also increase, and it will only be more than it is today.

Duan Xian casually took a calculator next to him.

【Return to zero! Two, eight hundred and sixty-five times three hundred and sixty-five... equals 1,022,000. 】

One...more than one million!

Duan Xian's eyes almost bulged out!

No amount of traffic or data is as shocking as the real money in front of you.

When it comes to attracting money, the entertainment industry is probably the only one that can beat the financial world...

He doesn’t know the specific income from the songs, but based on conservative daily income estimates, the music platform alone can have an annual income of close to 1 million!

Although this requires considering that popularity cannot always be maintained at its peak, it should be a declining curve.

But no matter how bad things get, I should still be able to earn an income of seven to eight hundred thousand a year.

This is without considering additional income from selling copyrights and the like.

Not to mention, a famous song can bring inexhaustible invisible wealth such as fans and fame to the singer...

Calculating it this way, Meng Lang sold himself a song for 1 million. This is not a friendly price, it is simply a floor price, right?

For a moment, Duan Xian was touched and felt that the money was hot.

Even if he is a best friend, millions of dollars will be thrown at his head at every turn. No matter how strong the relationship is, he will feel a lot of pressure.

But if he knew that Meng Lang was preparing to let him have contact of the third kind, I don't know what he would think...

"Brother! What are you watching? You look like you are performing a Peking opera. Is there a TV series in this calculator?"

A voice in his ear startled Duan Xian, and he almost threw the calculator in his hand.

Turning around, he saw Duan Xiaoyi entering the room at some point, holding a fruit plate in his hand.

"Mom asked me to bring you some fruit. I called you several times but you didn't hear me. What are you looking at so lost in thought?"

Duan Xiaoyi put the fruit plate on the table and looked at the calculator in Duan Xian's hand with a confused look on her face.

"1022000? What does it mean?"

Represents an annual salary of one million...

Duan Xian thought to himself, then put down the calculator in his hand, his face a little tangled.

"Xiaoyi, tell me...what if your brother suddenly becomes popular?"

When Duan Xiaoyi heard this question, he looked at his brother with a puzzled expression.

"Are you on fire? Of course you have to calm down the fire. Here, eat some dragon fruit?"

"I'm not saying this is popular, I'm saying...forget it, come and listen to this."

Duan Xian didn't know how to explain it for a moment, so he simply picked up his phone and clicked twice. After a while, a melodious melody came from the speaker.

[The movie could not fill half the row of spectators, until the lights suddenly turned on when it was over...]

Duan Xiaoyi listened.

"Oh! This song! I listened to it today. It was recommended several times in our music enthusiast group. I listened to it once and it was really good and I specially collected it.

What's the matter? What's wrong with this song? "

"Well... you listen a few more times and listen carefully." Duan Xian looked a little strange.

"What? You're so nervous..."

Duan Xiaoyi pouted, but still sat down and listened obediently.

【I have blown the evening breeze that you have blown...】

Once, twice...

The first time I heard it, I just thought it sounded good and there was nothing strange about it. But when I heard it the second time, Duan Xiaoyi looked a little confused.

On the third time, she finally couldn't help it and looked at Duan Xian with a strange expression.

"Why do I feel...this voice seems familiar?"

"Hmm! Doesn't this sound familiar to you? You have heard this voice for twenty-four years..." Duan Xian twitched the corner of his mouth.

When Duan Xiaoyi heard this, her eyes slowly opened wider and wider, and she pointed her finger at Duan Xian.

"You...you mean..."

"Yes, I sang it."

Duan Xiaoyi: "..."

…

The next day, Monday, was sunny.

Eight in the morning.

"Dong dong!" Early in the morning, there was a knock on the door of 1102.

Meng Lang opened the door and saw Duan Xiaoyi, dressed in cowboy clothes and a peaked cap, standing at the door. When Meng Lang opened the door, he peeked inside the door with a curious look on his face.

"Uh... why are you here?" Looking at Duan Xiaoyi, Meng Lang's mind was a little confused.

"I'm here to get my album. My brother went out with them at eight o'clock. It's been exactly 48 hours now." Duan Xiaoyi pouted and pointed to the watch on his hand.

Well……

Did you come with a stopwatch?

"Oh, right! Sorry, my mind has been a little confused these past two days. I almost forgot about this. Come in, please come in. Please sit down for a while."

Meng Lang let the people in and went to the study to pack Chaoge's album.

Zero in this analysis has basically been analyzed, and these albums are of little use to him.

Put the album into the handbag and hand it to Duan Xiaoyi, who was still looking around on the sofa.

"Here! Thanks a lot this time."

"It's okay. If I get Chaoge's signature another day, just remember to contact me again!"

"Well……"

Are you a fan of scalpers and are you addicted?

"I'm sure, then I'll give it to you." Meng Lang said politely.

"Hmm...you live in such a big house alone?"

Duan Xiaoyi looked like she was in no hurry to leave, and pointed at the suite.

"Well……"

Meng Lang was stunned for a moment.

This is indeed a bit strange. It is not only strange for a single man to live in such a large suite alone, but also quite wasteful.

But how can I explain it?

He said that the house has free water and electricity, and he has never paid the rent. Is it mainly because he has a good relationship with the landlord?

I always feel that it will cause some bad associations...

But before Meng Lang spoke, Duan Xiaoyi nodded to herself.

"I understand! Creation must require a quiet environment, right?"

"Well……"

"Did you really write that song "Dislocated in Time and Space"?"

"emm..."

Meng Lang finally understood why this guy was so curious today.

He nodded helplessly.

"This...that's it."

"Hey! Do you have any other works?"

"Huh? What?"

"I mean, what do you think of my voice? I'm also pretty good at singing, much better than my brother!"

"You also want to be a singer? Aren't you a professional player?" Meng Lang looked strange.

"Professional players can also have side jobs!

What's more, if I become a singer, maybe I can perform on the same stage as Chaoge! hey-hey! "Duan Xiaoyi chuckled.

After working on it for a long time, it turned out that I wanted to get close to Chao Ge.

Do your game fans know that you are such a star-chaser without any real job?

But this idea actually coincides with my own?

It's just that one regards Chao Ge as his idol, and the other regards Chao Ge as his mortal enemy.

This magical journey leads to the same destination...

"I'm sorry, this song is the first and the last one."

"Huh? What does that mean?"

Meng Lang sighed.

I just wrote a song and it saved my life.

Others dedicate themselves to art, but I really dedicate myself to art!

If I continue writing this, I am afraid that the brothers will not only cry out.

I'm afraid that the entire "Brother's Lives Matter" movement will directly rebel...

Helplessly, he spread his hands.

"It means...I have closed the book."

Duan Xiaoyi: "..."

Closure? !

You're kidding me!

How can any song writer close the pen as soon as he writes a song?

The key is that it became popular!

What do you think of those people who have written 180 songs but haven't had any success?

Meng Lang sighed inwardly when he saw Duan Xiaoyi's look on her face.

What can I do?

Brother, this life, it can only "debut at the peak"...