"Sister, have you ever really thought about quitting the entertainment industry? You have been here for five years and you know how difficult it is to get involved in the entertainment industry, and it is even more difficult to become famous. Although you are somewhat famous now, your foundation is not solid at all.

As long as there is no news for half a year, the entertainment industry will forget about you."

Tang Shuang said sincerely, "You are working so hard now, but you are not getting the rewards you deserve. Look, since you came to Shengjing, you have spent less time with us and been away from us more. You can count the number of times you have gone home on one hand.

Is it really worth it?”

Tang Shuang always believes that being with family is more important than the so-called career. Family love and friendship are the most beautiful gifts in this life. Career is only to serve them. When the two conflict, sacrifice the latter to fulfill the former.

But Tang Zhen was different from him. She had been very serious about her work since she was a child. In order to perform well on the school anniversary stage, she could even go on stage with a knee injury as if nothing had happened.

She is the kind of character who can give her all for something.

Tang Zhen was silent for a long time, looking at the stars in the sky. The starry sky was so vast, which made people feel magnanimous.

Tang Shuang followed Tang Zhen's appearance, leaning against the wall next to her, looking up at the starry sky in front of her. The night breeze seemed to blow away all the troubles in her heart.

After a long time, Tang Shuang heard a faint voice.

"Look at the stars, the darker the sky, the more they shine."

…

It was late at night. Although it was midsummer, the wind was very cold. Tang Shuang went to the bedroom and brought Tang Zhen a coat to put on her. She also held a pile of manuscript papers in her hand.

These manuscript papers were spread all over her desk, and they were covered with handwriting, some of which were Chinese characters and some of which were musical notes.

Tang Shuang: "Let me take a look at these songs you wrote."

Tang Zhen rolled her eyes at Tang Shuang and wanted to take it away, but she endured it and let it go.

Tang Zhen has a hobby of composing lyrics and music. Sister Xiangning taught her. She has been writing songs and composing music since she was in junior high school.

Tang Shuang was ignorant and often laughed at her, and she was often chased and beaten by Tang Zhen because of this.

Although Tang Shuang said it as a joke, it still caused a big blow to Tang Zhen. The little girl needs encouragement and recognition, but she has a nasty brother who loves to make fun of her songwriting and often sneaks into her room secretly.

I rummaged through it and then publicized it, hoping that the whole world would know about it.

Tang Zhen thought that Tang Shuang was going to laugh at her again, but she didn't expect that Tang Shuang said something that was really well written.

Tang Zhen looked at his younger brother who was flipping through the pages in surprise, curled his lips secretly, and said, "As if you can understand."

Tang Shuang replied seemingly casually: "Hey, I'm pretty good."

"Wow~ These lyrics are so well written!"

Tang Shuang raised a piece of manuscript paper in her hand in surprise, as if she had discovered a treasure. Although in Tang Zhen's opinion, this guy was deliberately exaggerating, she still felt very happy. The thing she cared about most was praised, and she felt very happy.

Of course she was happy, but her face remained calm.

Tang Shuang: "Xiao Zhen, you have great potential as a poet. This song "Mother's Hand" is very poetic."

As she spoke, Tang Shuang took the manuscript paper and began to read:

"Been to Tianya

Been to the Cape

more than twenty years

never lost

until today

Only then did I understand

mother's hands

Have roots

The thread that pulls the soul"

In the night, Tang Zhen's eyes quietly shone with joy, but she hid it so that no one could see it.

"I also composed the music, and the music is very good. Sister, did you write this yourself? It's really great. No, I'll get the guitar."

Tang Shuang stood up, took the guitar from the living room, held it in her arms, looked at the music score on the manuscript paper, and stumbled to play.

"Ouch, I'm not familiar with it, and it's hard to play. Sister, come here." Tang Shuang gave the guitar to Tang Zhen very self-awarely.

Tang Zhen pretended to be reluctant and impatient, but under Tang Shuang's warm invitation, she reluctantly picked up the guitar and tried the sound. Soon, a smooth and clear guitar sound sounded from the balcony.

How could it work with accompaniment but no singing, so along with Tang Zhen's guitar, Tang Shuang began to hum softly.

Oops~ Something bad happened as soon as he opened his mouth, and the good atmosphere was ruined. Tang Zhen glanced at him and continued to play the guitar with his head down. Tang Shuang, on the other hand, was embarrassed and shut up and stopped singing.

He really couldn't do anything with his broken voice, even Tang Zhen, the audience member, felt embarrassed.

So Tang Shuang suggested that Tang Zhen should sing instead of just playing the guitar, so that she could have a good voice~

This song "Mother's Hand" is a folk song, with only a few lyrics. It is sung over and over again, but the tune is different every time.

Tang Shuang squinted her eyes and listened happily to Tang Zhen's warm voice singing softly, "I didn't understand until today that there is a thread in my mother's hand that holds my soul."

To be fair, Tang Shuang really thinks this song is very good. At least he likes it very much. The melody changes within a small range and seems a bit bland, but when this blandness is paired with the lyrics, it has a unique charm.

The last time Tang Shuang saw Tang Zhen writing songs must have been many years ago. He no longer remembers it and has no memory, so he has no way of knowing Tang Zhen's level at that time.

After singing a song, Tang Shuang suggested that Tang Zhen should sing her own songs. Tang Zhen was not confident. She wrote a lot of songs, but she hid them in a drawer and sang them by herself. Tang Shuang was hers.

The first audience.

Even though it's just an interest, there's no way I wouldn't want to be praised.

Tang Shuang held the manuscript paper in his hand as if he were holding a pile of treasures. He had great expectations for Tang Zhen's work.

"This one is also very good." Tang Shuang said.

Tang Zhen has written too many songs. Over the years, there should be almost hundreds of songs, many of which she can’t even remember.

She and Tang Shuang got together to see which song Tang Shuang was talking about.

"This is the song, called Spring Light Beauty."

Tang Zhen took the manuscript paper and saw it said:

"We remember that winter,

On the mountain tops in winter, the vitality of spring is revealed,

We were telling stories in the spring,

The good times of spring remain in our hearts,

We slowly talked about the past, the breeze blew through the winter chill,

There is something magical about spring in our eyes.

Ah, this is the beauty of spring."

Tang Zhen remembered that this was about March of the year before last. She, Li Xiaozhi and Bai Yang'er returned to Shengjing after visiting the ancient town of Zhuji. She spent one night writing it.

At that time, their first album had just been released and Girl’s Day was beginning to be known. The three girls were full of hope and had infinite longing for tomorrow.

After listening to Tang Zhen play the song "Beautiful Spring", Tang Shuang said: "The lyrics are very good, but the music is a bit monotonous. Give it to me first and I will modify it."

Tang Zhen looked at the boastful Tang Shuang with confusion. She wanted to say that you couldn't even read the music score, but you still revised it! But she held it back. Just as Tang Shuang used to laugh at her for her poor songwriting skills, she couldn't dampen Tang Shuang's enthusiasm.
Chapter completed!