"Fake it, it's over so soon?"

Anyhow, Zhou Xue had also chosen this professional course, but she still understands the process.

Generally speaking, the arrangement will take a few days, even if it is short, it needs to be revised repeatedly.

The modification time is far beyond the normal arrangement time, so one month and two months are common.

It took a few hours to solve it, and it made her think that it must be some inferior product, or put in a separate skin bag, selling dog meat as a sheep's head.

"Well, do you want to listen?"

Qin Ziyou asked expectantly.

Zhou Xue has never had the habit of listening to music in the middle of the night, not to mention the "low-quality" products that he had made for a few hours. However, seeing Qin Ziyou's expectation, Zhou Xue didn't want to refuse.

Then I have to listen.

Qin Ziyou's appreciation of music can be said to be tricky, otherwise he would not have the same smell as Zhang Wanlin, a talented man.

She wanted to see what kind of music she had spent a few hours composing for this talented person who loved her so much.

Putting on an earphone, music comes slowly, like the first leaf of a tree in a quiet forest with the breeze.

The sense of melody slowly ripples in my mind unconsciously, and settles in the bottom of my heart, like planting a seed and slowly growing into a towering tree.

Zhou Xue has heard of the music composed by Qin Ziyou before, and can only be said to be ethereal and agile, but it lacks aesthetics.

But now with a complete complement of arrangement, there is no confirmation, and all the advantages are maximized, giving people the most profound auditory stimulation.

For a while, Zhou Xue did not speak, her expression terribly calm.

After one song, she suddenly raised her eyes: "Ziyou, give me another headset."

Then it was played a second time.

It seems that every time I can hear a separate story, a different melancholy and lament.

What kind of work can be compared with this kind of soul-stirring now?

On the third time, Zhou Xue took off the headphones: "No, I can't listen anymore."

Qin Ziyou was puzzled: "Why?"

"I'm afraid I will be fascinated."

Zhou Xue said, "This music seems to have a magical power. I want to listen to it a second time, and I want to listen to it a third time and then a fourth time."

"In short, I didn't hear enough, I didn't hear enough..." There is very little music that can make this carefree Zhou Xue say such things.

Zhou Xue looked at Qin Ziyou and said, "Now I finally understand why you two kissed so crazy on the sofa.

If it were me, maybe even crazier than you. "

He lowered his voice again: "This man, you must hurry up."

They wrote the lyrics for the song that night, and they often had to listen to it before writing a sentence, and this might have to be overturned and rewritten.

But just like that, I'm not getting tired of it, and I'm having fun.

.......Qin Ziyou asked Zhang Wanlin to come to Wangyue Bar anyway.

She has a song to dedicate to him. It is his arrangement. The lyrics written by her and Zhou Xue must be heard by him to make sense.

After sending this news, it was nine o'clock at night, and it was her turn to play.

Today she deliberately dressed herself.

Wearing a flower crown on his head, wearing a white dress, two elegant silks and satin hanging behind his shoulders, looks very fairy.

It fits that piece of music, that word.

On the stage of the bar, under the spotlight, she walked towards the stage, which made people can't help but shine.

All the guests in the audience cheered.

"Today's Youmeng is too beautiful."

"Do you feel like a fairy under this dress?"

"I have never seen a woman with a fairy spirit like this. It seems that I will have to come to Mochizuki Bar often in the future haha."

...Qin Ziyou actually only wanted to find one, the only one among all the calls.

She looked around, as if she wanted to see every corner in the dimness, but she didn't.

Nowhere.

Maybe he hasn't come yet.

When I told Zhang Wanlin about this for the first time in the morning, he said he was very busy and might not be able to go.

Under her stubbornness, he agreed that I will come, but maybe later.

Maybe it hasn't arrived yet.

Qin Ziyou thought so.

She sang the first song, and then the second.....The gentle texture of the voice and the purely broken voice without any impurities made the guests deeply immersed.

Coupled with her fairy-like fluttering dress, it is even more lingering.

This is a clean bar, which is originally quiet and pleasant, and Qin Ziyou complements each other here.

Tips are constantly being handed in: 100 yuan, 200 yuan, and even 1,000 yuan this time with a bouquet of roses.

But these were not what Qin Ziyou wanted.

Her eyes are searching, waiting.

Unknowingly, time points to ten o'clock, and it's time to end.

But the person who was waiting hadn't come over yet.

Qin Ziyou's eyes inevitably dim, as if the stars have lost their own luster and will be performed by the professional resident singer team in the bar.

However, at this moment, a figure hurried over, sitting in a familiar corner, in a familiar position.

It was as if he didn't like the noise of the world, so he found a pure land where he stayed.

Zhang Wanlin ordered a glass of red wine and toasted to Qin Ziyou gracefully as an apologetic.

Due to the great success of the company's account "Miaoya", the company officially embarked on the "highway" and developed very rapidly.

Now the number of employees has not only reached more than fifty people, but also moved to a new office building.

Signed up to a dozen Internet celebrities.

Fang Qing was very busy every day, complaining on his cell phone all day that Zhang Wanlin, the boss, was a slap-off shopkeeper.

Zhang Wanlin just went back to help. If it weren't for Qin Ziyou's stubbornness, I'm afraid he would still be working overtime tonight.

After work, he was very tired, and even wanted to sleep as soon as he touched the bed, but the moment he saw Qin Ziyou, his exhaustion disappeared...No matter how tired, just see her.

The resident band has already walked on the stage. If nothing happens, they will perform until the bar closes.

However, Qin Ziyou did not leave, but sang to the leader: "May I borrow your team and sing another song.

One song is really good. "

The lead singer was a little puzzled: "Ziyou, this is the rule of our stage, now your performance time is over.

Even if you sing one more song, it won't add money to you. "

"And your throat needs to rest."

Qin Ziyou folded his hands and bowed slightly: "Please, I think I must sing this song tonight.

This song is dedicated to a friend. "

The band members looked at each other, and had never seen Qin Ziyou look like this.

The lead singer didn't know what to do.

This scene was seen by the audience in the audience, and it was a bit inexplicable.

"How is this going?"

"It looks like You Meng is begging them for something."

"Do you still show performance?"

...The audience in the audience looked impatient, and some even bluntly expressed their dissatisfaction.

The manager was in a hurry and quickly recruited a few people to the backstage and asked, "What is going on with you?"

The lead singer said: "Qin Ziyou wants to sing another song."

"Sing another song?"

The manager wondered: "Why is this?"

"I want to give this song to an important friend."

Qin Ziyou said: "Manager, please, just one song, just one song."

The manager looked at Qin Ziyou from the audience and sighed, "Well, this band is for you. Come down as soon as you finish singing."

"Ok!"

Qin Ziyou distributed the printed scores to the band members in turn: "I want to sing this song."