The noisy greetings in the signing room gradually disappeared, and the three parents who bought "One dollar", "Finding Moon Friends" and "Little Rabbit Good" left the room one after another.

Only the last "Snail and Oriole" has not been signed yet. Wang Ye drank a glass of boiled water, moistened his throat, and looked at the mother and daughter sitting there quietly opposite him with a smile.

"Ms. Han, I've been waiting for a long time. Let's sign the contract."

"Teacher Wang Ye is polite."

Han Jia walked over with a smile on her face with a copyright transfer book. She didn't ask any questions, and signed the contract directly, and then transferred the money directly to Wang Ye's bank account using her mobile phone.

Dingdong, the transfer speed in this year is much faster than in previous lives, and large transfers of 150,000 yuan can be received in seconds.

After receiving the money, Wang Ye was naturally happy and stood up and shook hands with Han Jia.

“Happy cooperation.”

After shaking hands, Han Jia did not leave and said with a smile:

"Teacher Wang Ye, this song "Snail and Oriole" is very well written. I am also a singer. I think if the singing skills of this nursery rhyme are better, it should be more outstanding. So, I think I can sing this song with my daughter?"

"Oh..." Wang Ye was stunned for a moment, thought for a while and nodded:

"Of course there is no problem. After the copyright is sold to you, I have no right to interfere except the name of the book. Ms. Han, you can naturally sing with your daughter."

"You are right. The singing of this song does require some singing skills. Han Guoer sang it well, but there are indeed many things that can be improved."

"Ms. Han, since you are a singer, I believe you can sing better."

"Well, Mr. Wang Ye, you are so good at writing songs. I wonder if you can write a more mature song. Well, I mean pop music like me."

"Teacher Wang Ye, you are not old and may not have heard of me. I am the singer Han Jia. I was a signed singer of Warners ten years ago. My former representative works were "Wild Flowers by the Field" and "Bamboo Leaves". I was also a little famous, but later because of her..."

When Han Jia said this, her eyes were a little red and pointed at her daughter Han Guoer.

"... Because my morning sickness was too serious when I was pregnant with her, her father was sweating again, so he left me and I immigrated to the United States... During that time, I was physically and mentally exhausted, and I performed abnormally when I was producing the latest album. I lost my grades when I released the album later. In the end, Warners refrigerated me for three years and finally terminated the contract."

While Han Jia said, he hugged Han Guoer's head tightly and buried it in front of him, continuing with tears in his eyes.

"I don't regret giving up my career for Xiao Guoer. After all, Xiao Guoer is my heart... But now Xiao Guoer is old, and if you want to develop better in the future, you need better conditions to support her."

"Where is me, I also want to come back into the music industry and start my musical dream again."

"But now I have no connections or conditions to find a famous composer to invite songs."

"Until I met you, Mr. Wang Ye, your talent shocked me. Every child song in the previous one is a fine product. You said this song "Snail and Oriole" is a children's song, but in my opinion, it can be used as a half-pop song to hit the charts."

"That's why I sang with my daughter with my cheek."

"So...I want to invite you another title song?"

"The price is even more OK, starting at 200,000!"

In front of him, a mature beauty in her early thirties looked at herself with her daughter with tears in her eyes and begging. Wang Ye felt a little unbearable in this scene.

Although I don’t know how true the story this woman told is.

But Wang Ye instinctively felt that perhaps this was an opportunity, an opportunity to get in touch with the pop music circle.

Of course, he has to admit that Han Jia's story moved him. It is indeed not easy to be a single mother. He even gave up his singing career for his daughter.

If he can, he really wants to help.

Of course, he is not the Virgin Mary, and his sympathy will not spread to the point of subjugating wisdom.

so……

"This...Ms. Han, please wait."

Wang Ye sat back on the sofa, took out his cell phone and called his godmother Li Yuefen.

"Godmom, Han Jia singer, do you know? The singer of Warners ten years ago..."

"Oh, um, um... OK, I get it."

Wang Ye put down the phone and looked at Han Jia.

"Next Saturday, you will come to No. 404, Building A, Yushu Street Community, near Modu Academy of Arts to find me."

"I did write some pop music songs, but I haven't made the lyrics yet, so I have to wait. In addition, I also want to listen to your past songs, Ms. Han, and find a song that is best for you to sing."

"Okay, OK, Teacher Wang Ye, I will definitely come next Saturday."

...

Han Guoer obediently followed her mother Han Jia to leave the signing room, without saying a word along the way until she got in the car. Han Jia closed the car door and formed a small world.

Han Jia took out a pack of Huazi, pulled out one, and smoked a cigarette on his own regardless of his daughter's side.

She secretly spit out light blue smoke rings, and the smoke curled up, and she said with a sigh.

"Hope, don't let me down... Wang Ye's 'Little Teacher'."

The car was quiet until the smoke increased, and Han Guoer couldn't bear it and waved her nose.

"mom…"

The sound of "Mom" seems to be without emotion, just a title.

"Can you please stop smoking? I feel uncomfortable when I smell it."

"If you don't hurt my body, you will also hurt your throat. How can you come back?"

"Hmph." Han Jia took a ruthless sip and sucked half of the cigarette in his hand in one breath.

She then opened the car window, bounced the cigarette butt out, closed the car window, and turned on the car air purifier.

"What? Angry, I snatched half of your song?"

"It's not that my mother looks down on you. "Snail and Oriole" is a nursery rhyme. With your half-tune singing skills, you will definitely not be able to sing well without me taking you."

"How do you know if you didn't let me try? Forget it, you always think you are self-righteous, I've been used to it."

Han Guoer wrapped her hands in her chest, turned her head away and ignored Han Jia, and said in a low voice:

"But I really admire you."

"Your acting skills are much better than singing skills. You shouldn't come back to sing, you should act."

"I heard you say when I was 5 years old when I started to remember. It was you who made a deal with that person. He helped you release albums twice, and you stayed with him for two months..."

"Enough! Shut up!"

Han Jia roared at Han Guoer with a hint of anger in his voice.

Han Guoer was not panicked at all, her voice was indifferent and not like a ten-year-old girl, and she was still talking to herself.

"...So, I'm just an accident you planned. You want to rely on my "accident" to bind that person, but that person just wants freedom and freedom, and does not want to be bound at all, so he simply immigrated to the United States because it is said that it is the freest there..."

"... Before that person left, you offended the music director at that time because he was a big shot. After that person left, you lost power on Warners. The new album was like a dog because no one wrote songs for you to helm. The music director never gave you a chance again. You have been hiding you for three years. Three years later, you want to come back, but you have no way to come back, and have been wasting your time until now."

"What? Want to hit me? Don't forget your character "mother who gave up her singing career because she loved her daughter," if I had any injuries on me..."

"You! You! I knew, I knew, you had half of that person's blood on you, so cold that there was no warmth. If I had known, I would have known that I was..."

"Yes, if you knew it, you should have drowned me in the washing machine when you were 3 years old!"

"You... Xiao Guoer, did you remember back then?"

Han Jia's annoyed and resentful plain hands smashed the steering wheel.

"No matter what, mom didn't really drown you back then..."

"Xiao Guoer, mom knows that you hate mom. I haven't loved you much over the years, but mom really wants to make a comeback. What mom said before is true. As long as mom makes a comeback, it can pave the way for your future and prevent you from repeating the pain and tears of mom back then..."

"You must also be considerate of your mother. She can't do anything, she can only sing."

"The savings spent over the years have been almost done."

"If I can't make a comeback successfully, my mother can only choose to die... and you become an orphan and you can only go to a welfare home."

Welfare home, another name for orphanage.

Han Jia once took Han Guoer to the welfare home. Xiao was born with a disgusting temperament. When she recalled the peers who were blind in the welfare home, she couldn't help but feel a little chilled.

"I see."

Han Guoer turned her head, smiled, and her voice became colorful again.
Chapter completed!