Chapter 137 4 Songs

Following the cheerful music, Xu Lan started the first verse:

"Knowing that loving you has no ending, wishful thinking that you will give me sweetness, and being unable to reach it, all fantasies are written in the song, flying with you, falling with you, feeling with you and being happy with you, there is too much to do with you, But I can only miss it with you."

The lyrics almost sang to Xu Lan's heart. The love in her heart is sweet and romantic, but things backfired. Wei Chengdong's conditions are not good, and Xu Lan's parents also agree with this matter. She knows that falling in love with Wei Chengdong is all the way Ups and downs, but she still flies to the flame.

The lyrics and the melody seem to be telling the love she is looking forward to in her heart, writing it into the song to look forward to the future, there are too many things that have not been done now, I just hope to try one by one in the future.

After this line was sung, Wei Chengdong took the microphone and began to sing:

"Speaking of loving you through the screen is thick and ambiguous, sweet like honey surrounds my heart, being molested by you, becoming obsessed, willing to give up everything just for your beauty, even my ex-girlfriend didn't introduce it to my friends , but always talk about you, always mention you to your friends..."

On the contrary, Wei Chengdong has a deep understanding of this song. He knows that this song is a story about love, and it is also a type of online dating. He knows that love has no end, but he is still deeply involved in it. Songs to express your heart.

After the song was sung, the two were silent for a moment, enjoying the feeling brought by this song.

"Boom boom boom..."

There was a knock on the door, which brought the two of them back to their senses.

Wei Chengdong went to open the door, and when he opened the door, he saw the panting takeaway boy:

"Oh, brother, I've called you a lot, why don't you answer it, I came up the stairs!"

"Ah?" Wei Chengdong's face turned dry. When he saw the sweaty takeaway boy, he couldn't bear to look at him. He said awkwardly, "I'm really sorry. I just turned off the phone and forgot to charge it. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Hey, that's fine, remember to give me a good review." The delivery boy waved his hand and turned to leave.

"Yeah, definitely." Wei Chengdong nodded repeatedly.

Wei Chengdong took the whole chicken set meal, put it on the computer table, and said: "Then let's eat first, just take a look at the contract."

"Yes." Xu Lan replied with a smile.

The two looked at the contract while eating a life-improving supper.

"All copyright transfer? Isn't it? Am I right?" Wei Chengdong almost spat out the chicken chop he just ate.

For songs with full copyright transfer, it is still rare, and it is usually the kind of contract with a share, especially for such a high-quality song.

"Yes, you read that right." Xu Lan noticed the message below, her face turned bitter, and said, "Look at the bottom, this song costs 200,000 yuan!"

"Ah? Two hundred thousand?" Wei Chengdong was taken aback for a moment, then his face became bitter, and he said, "We, we don't have two hundred thousand!"

The two have struggled for several years, and only have a deposit of about 120,000 yuan. Although the monthly salary is relatively high, it cannot support the living expenses and music expenses!

As we all know, living in a fast-paced city, earning 5,000 a month is not enough to do anything, but enough to spend is not bad, food, clothing, housing and transportation, everything costs money.

"Then what should I do? How about... I ask my friend to borrow money?" Wei Chengdong said hesitantly, he really didn't want to give up this song.

"Your friend? Let's forget it. There are not so many borrowers from them." Xu Lan shook her head and said.

His friends are not rich and powerful, they are all ordinary people, and it is okay to borrow three to five thousand, but it is impossible to borrow one hundred and eighty thousand all at once.

"Hey, my parents don't have much money, so it might not be enough to ask for some." Wei Chengdong couldn't even eat the chicken chops, and looked a little sad.

"My parents definitely don't want to come." Xu Lan pouted her mouth. Her parents didn't like Wei Chengdong in the first place, and they wanted money? Certainly not.

After pondering for a while, Xu Lan pursed her lips and said, "How about, why don't we contact Mr. Hanyang first? Ask him if he can be more accommodating."

"This, this is so accommodating." Wei Chengdong smiled wryly: "Everyone has clearly marked the price, and this song is really worth the price in my opinion."

"I'm not talking about bargaining." Xu Lan sighed lightly, and said, "I mean, let's contact him and ask if we can pay in installments, just like buying a building, first pay him the down payment, and then within a year the Give him the rest."

"Okay, then ask, I'll add him as a friend." Wei Chengdong's eyes lit up.

I found Hanyang's Penguin account on the mailbox and added friends. I thought it was late today and Mr. Hanyang might take a break, but I didn't expect that the friend was approved after two minutes of application.

This couldn't help but make Wei Chengdong's heart skip a beat. He glanced at Xu Lan, and under her gaze, he opened the dialog box and entered a line of words:

"Hello, Mr. Hanyang, we have read your song, it is really good."

"Ok."

"By the way, what's the name of this song?" Wei Chengdong asked.

Song title?

Zhang Han was taken aback for a moment, glanced at the mailbox information, and found that he forgot to change the file name to the song name for this song, so he answered two words:

"Wen Ai."

"Wen Ai? The name is also very artistic. Mr. Hanyang is really talented. Thank you Mr. Hanyang for the song, thank you for the opportunity." Wei Chengdong typed a little excitedly.

"You are Welcome."

"Let's get down to business." Seeing this, Xu Lan felt that the other party didn't seem to like chatting very much, so she talked to Wei Chengdong.

Wei Chengdong nodded, feeling a little embarrassed, but there was nothing he could do, and finally typed a line in the dialog box:

"Mr. Hanyang, your song is very, very good, and it is worth the price of 200,000 yuan. It's just that we don't have that much money now. I can borrow it. It can probably make up 150,000 yuan. I want to discuss it with you. Can I give you 150,000? I'll give you the rest of the money within half a year, do you think it's okay?"

After sending this passage, Wei Chengdong and Xu Lan became nervous.

Their eyes stared at the screen without blinking, and they desperately hoped that Han Yang would agree to their request.

After waiting for a few seconds, the two felt that the seconds felt like years, and they could even hear their own heartbeats. Finally, a message came out of the dialog box, which made the two of them startled for a moment, then ecstatic, and finally changed. I became moved, admired and other complex emotions, just because of the words Han Yang said on the screen:

"Then give one hundred thousand."

A few simple words, in the eyes of the two, revealed Mr. Hanyang's free and easy, a songwriter with money like dirt.

In a word, Wei Chengdong and Xu Lan couldn't be more excited. They didn't expect Mr. Hanyang to be so generous and talkative.

"no!"

After she was overjoyed, Xu Lan's eyes froze, she glanced at Wei Chengdong, and said in a serious tone: "Although Mr. Hanyang is so heroic, we can't do this, as you said, the song is worth 200,000 yuan, how about it, We will pay 100,000 upfront, and the other 100,000 within half a year."

"Okay." Wei Chengdong nodded heavily, and typed a paragraph to explain their intentions and insist on the price of 200,000 yuan.

Zhang Han smiled slightly after seeing this, and replied:

"random."

The matter of this song was finalized "at will" in this way, but Zhang Han also had a request. The song he wrote would be released on the Internet the next day.

After all, Zhang Han just wanted to enrich his music library.

At the same time, in a warm-colored apartment-style house, the young girl Meidou is lazily lying on the bed, listening to the latest popular songs with a mobile phone and a high-quality headset, humming while listening .

Suddenly, a notification tone sounded on the phone, and Meidou opened it curiously, her eyes were fixed, and she sat up suddenly:

"Wow! So fast?"

Because she saw the email Han Yang sent her, she clicked it in hastily, and when she saw the name of the song, she was slightly taken aback:

"9420? A purely digital song title? It's so special. Why don't you call it just because I love you? But that's fine, and it looks quite attractive. Let's listen to the song first! Hee hee hee."

Meidou smiled and clicked on the accompaniment and other files.

After watching it several times, she couldn't help but start recording with the software, and tried to sing it once to hear the effect.

She knew it was a high-quality song, and she was a little worried, afraid that she could not sing it well.

"Yeah, the label says the voice should be sweet and thinner, ahem, then I will suppress my voice."

She cleared her throat and began to sing along with the accompaniment:

"Walking hand in hand on the street of happiness, the breeze gently blows you and me to hug each other, the eyes of love are so warm, this love is like a burning fire, the blazing flame is like a blooming rose, no matter the day The night continues to be intoxicated..."

"About us... um, um, I just want to say... oh oh, just a word... Yuyu Yuyu, I love you... yeeyyyy, fly together... yyyah Hey, Jin Chan is a matchmaker...one night and one night, a match made in heaven!"

After a song was sung, she hurriedly listened to it.

Listening, her expression gradually became cute. After listening, she opened her mouth wide and said in disbelief:

"Mom, my voice can be so sweet!"

Shangjing City.

In a large well-decorated house, the musician 'Winter' stared blankly at his computer screen. The audio played the accompaniment from Han Yang's mailbox. After a while, he quickly plugged in the device and looked at the lyrics He sang deeply:

"Let me see you from south to north again, like eyes blindfolded by the Fifth Ring Road, please tell me again, about that day, the girl holding the box and the man wiping sweat, I know, those summers are like I can't come back like my youth..."

After singing a song, his eyes were engrossed. He was silent for a while, and finally spit out a few words: "Anheqiao..."

On the other side of Shangjing City, in an apartment house, the musician Xuege is singing a song with an expression:

"Maybe I can still see your news on the Internet, maybe the song I sang is still on your phone, maybe I love you buried in my heart and become a secret, maybe I miss you when you miss me, how many times do I tell you Myself, this feeling can be regarded as a memory..."

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