Chapter 29 First Listening

Liao Liao woke up early the next morning, turned her head to see that Qi Jie was still sleeping soundly on the bed next to her, and she got up to wash herself. But while brushing her teeth, she felt something was wrong. It was not yet seven o'clock, but there was a constant ticking sound outside. After brushing her teeth, she opened the curtains and looked, only to find that it was raining outside.

Not much rain, just a little bit of rain.

There are several tall plane trees in the yard behind the hotel. The raindrops hit it and then slid down, ticking, ticking, just like the movement she heard just now.

It was a bit foggy, and in a small alley behind the hotel, people walked by with umbrellas from time to time.

She opened the window and reached out.

The rain is a bit cool, the air is unusually humid, and the temperature is not low.

Looking back at Qi Jie who was still sleeping peacefully, she pushed the window back a little, leaving only a palm-width gap, and then she didn't wear a bra, she just turned around and found a vest to put on, and put the window in the room. Move the chair to the window, sit down by yourself, and quietly look at the rain, plane trees, alleys, pedestrians, and umbrellas outside the window.

The room is very quiet, only the air outlet of the air conditioner is blowing air, and there is Qi Jie's extremely subtle breathing, and the window is also very quiet, only the rain is constantly falling, hitting the leaves, fall to the ground.

No traffic, no voices.

Liao Liao sits in these two completely different silences.

For her, this is a rare moment.

She is not stupid, she understands how reckless it is to come out to Yuege this time, and how close she was to death.

She also understands that although Mr. Cao Zhan has promised to give a song, it can be regarded as that her trip was not in vain, but she still can't have any hope for the next journey.

Even though Cao Zhan promised to give a song, whether his song will suit his own wishes or whether it will be used in the end is still a matter of opinion.

So, what if you still can't get the song after running the next few places?

In other words, apart from Cao Zhan, even if I got one or two more songs, but I couldn't match them, what should I do?

Of course the album will definitely be released, such a rare opportunity, I absolutely cannot let it go. However, if there is no better work added, just relying on the five songs that have been selected and recorded... She knows that it may not be a big problem to achieve an ordinary result, such as selling a gold record, but if you want to Better, almost impossible.

As for what Huang Wenjuan thought, those five songs alone are enough to drive an entire album, which is even more idiotic.

In Liao Liao's view, the five songs that have been recorded can only belong to the category of being driven - if there are two to three songs, or even only one song that is good enough, fans will listen to it for a while. I like it, and I would be willing to buy the album home. Then, the few songs that have been recorded can probably be done so that fans will not be disappointed with the remaining songs after listening to the excellent one, but if Count on them to drive sales - they're not good enough!

To put it simply, if Liao Liao just wants to release an album quickly, and then sell a fair result, or even use this album to barely squeeze into the circle of second-rate singers, and then take advantage of the heat to make money, then her current The resources I have in my hands are enough, really enough.

However, if she wants to become a hit, or even if she fails to become popular, she starts to have her own style, her own representative works, or even her own die-hard fans...

She also needs at least one masterpiece!

But at present, it seems that she is really hard to find.

The rain was pattering outside the window, she looked at the gray sky and sighed unconsciously.

"Why are you sighing?"

Hearing this, Liao Liao suddenly turned around, "Sigh? Is there?"

Qi Jie seemed to have woken up a long time ago, and was leaning against the head of the bed with the quilt in her arms, looking at her, and gave a disdainful "tss".

This is a very beautiful picture: Qi Jie's face still has the residual redness of just waking up from a good dream, and her eyes are slightly squinted, but her beautiful face and delicate facial features are becoming more and more dreamlike. Her long, black and straight hair like a waterfall was draped messily on her chest, and the delicate curls at the end were slightly curled up. The quilt was only piled up to her chest, and a large piece of snow-white skin was exposed. Her curly hair and light purple curls complement each other brilliantly.

"Is it raining heavily? Where do you want to go today?" she asked.

"It's not too big, but it should have started in the middle of the night... I won't go out today, and I will rest in my room for a day." Liao Liao said.

"Alright." Qi Jie nodded, then stretched, lifted the quilt and got up.

Inadvertently, Liao Liao caught a glimpse of the Walkman next to her pillow.

"Hey, by the way, I wanted to ask you last night, what was that you were listening to? I opened it up and checked, the tape was blank? Did you record something yourself?"

Qi Jie nodded, "Well, I recorded it myself."

Speaking of this, the drowsiness on her face gradually faded, and she suddenly became interested. She wanted to wash up, but she sat back on the bed, picked up the tape recorder, shook it at Liao Liao, and said, "Remember when I played I called you and asked if you couldn’t find the song on the Internet? Later I found out that the person who sang upstairs was actually a student in my class! He was my student! And you know what? He said he sang The songs he wrote were written by himself... I was shocked at the time!"

Liao Liao was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help laughing, "Hey, so there is a young talent in your class? Ha!"

"Of course!" Qi Jie was very excited, and greeted her, "Hey, come here, come here, come and listen, he sings really well, and I also think the songs he wrote are super good! "

Liao Liao waved his hand, "Forget it! You teach high school students... By the way, sophomores, right? I'm really not interested in anything written by a kid who is a sophomore in high school..."

After a pause, she said again: "It's you baby, you have to be careful, the lethality of this kind of boy who can write his own songs in high school... is simply infinite! Don't be careless Fall in!"

"whispering sound!"

Qi Jie greeted her again, "Why don't you come, just listen to a paragraph, okay?"

Liao Liao shook his head and smiled, then simply turned his head and looked out the window.

I don't know if it's because of the rain, but her mood today is really not good.

Qi Jie put down the tape recorder helplessly and disappointed, got up and went to take a shower.

At this time, Liao Liao suddenly asked again: "By the way, baby, have you obtained permission from others to record their songs?"

"Ah?" Qi Jie was washing her face and didn't hear clearly. She turned off the water pipe and came out to look at her. Liao Liao had to repeat the words again. Qi Jie was stunned for a moment, then shook her head, "What's wrong? This...not good right?"

Liao Liao touched his nose, turned around and closed the window, and said as he walked over, "It's not just bad! It's a big taboo in the industry!"

Qi Jie nodded, with a confused look on her face. After thinking about it, she smiled again and said, "It's okay, I'll just listen to it myself! No, you still don't want to listen to it!" , I went back to wash my face again.

She had just finished packing when someone knocked on the door.

Qi Jie put on her clothes, and Liao Liao went to open the door.

It was Huang Wenjuan who came, and she was carrying several bags of food in her hand.

"This is fried dough sticks, this is soy milk, and I bought a millet porridge, whichever you like to drink, by the way, I also bought a basket of steamed buns!" She put the things down and smiled at Qi Jie , and asked Liao Liao, "Sister, are we going out today?"

Qi Jie boasted so much there, she said to Liao Liao: "I said, is Juanzi usually spoiled by you? This is too conscientious, and it is still raining, so I will go out early in the morning to give you Buy breakfast!"

Liao Liao ignored them, and began to look for and put on clothes slowly since he left the door and came back.

Slowly, the room became quiet.

She took off the vest first, put on the bra, then opened the suitcase and found a T-shirt to put on, and put on the jeans, socks, shoes one by one... After finishing packing, seeing everyone stunned, she Forced to smile, sat down on the edge of the bed and said, "Eat, you guys! Why are you looking at me?"

Qi Jie looked at her, "Hey, what's wrong with you? I thought something was wrong with you just now!"

Huang Wenjuan looked at Liao Liao and then at Qi Jie. She wanted to say something, but she didn't dare to say it.

"Actually, Sister Liao Liao occasionally transforms into a literary young woman." She said in her heart.

Liao Liao took a sip of soy milk and inserted it into a straw, then took a small steamed bun, took a bite carefully, chewed slowly for a while, and swallowed.

Then, she looked up at Huang Wenjuan, then turned her head to look at Qi Jie, and asked, "Juanzi, Xiaojie, tell me, isn't it a little too whimsical for me to come out this time?"

Qi Jie was stunned for a moment, "Why do you ask this? This is a bit...unlike you!"

Huang Wenjuan also quickly explained, "Sister, actually, you are mainly, mainly...too impatient!"

Liao Liao turned to look at her. Huang Wenjuan saw that she didn't intend to get angry, so she continued, "I know you are not satisfied with the current selection of songs in the album, but how are those classic songs so easy to get? To put it bluntly, as for the four big names in our company, didn’t they just slowly climb up one album after another? Their first album, the sales volume is also average, and they have been saving for several years. With a bit of fame and status, it's their turn to get some good songs... Uh, I'm talking nonsense, don't be angry if I'm wrong!"

Liao Liao smiled, "Okay, you still understand this? It's okay, you can continue."

So Huang Wenjuan said: "You always want to eat a big fat man, that's not realistic!"

Liao Liao nodded. After a moment of silence, he stuffed the half steamed bun on the chopsticks into his mouth, and began to chew.

Huang Wenjuan turned her head to look at Qi Jie, with a look of inquiry in her eyes.

Qi Jie shook her head at her, indicating that she was fine.

Then, she greeted Huang Wenjuan, "Come on, Juanzi, take a seat, let's eat!"

When Huang Wenjuan sat down, she had an idea, took the tape recorder over and handed it to Huang Wenjuan, "Come on, listen to this."

But before Huang Wenjuan reached out to pick it up, Liao Liao first smiled, pointed at Qi Jie with his chopsticks, reached for the tape recorder, and said, "I mean, what do you want others to listen to?"

While speaking, she put down her chopsticks, put the earphones into her ears, and said with a smile: "I can speak my ugly words, and I will criticize the divine comedy in your mind as worthless later!"

After she finished speaking, seeing that Qi Jie was just smiling, she stretched out her hand and pressed the play button, then picked up the chopsticks to pick up the fried dough sticks. But soon, her chopsticks stopped in mid-air.