Singing a good song, the audience in the bar loved it very much, it was very comfortable.

It was also very enjoyable to be praised by Wu Xuan, a beautiful girl, bar manager, and a stunning and powerful singer.

But all the happiness is no more pleasant than this time!

There is money transferred from singing in your pocket, which is converted into a desire to drink and have a full meal with your friends under the night sky. This kind of happiness is really comfortable!

So Confucius should agree with Zeng Xi's point of view.

In late spring, the spring clothes are completed, five or six people have crowned, six or seven boys have bathed in Yi, the wind is dancing in the chinese, and the song is returned!

He also has the urge to sing loudly now.

Xu Shuangcheng leaned on the chair, feeling a little excited, "Hey, Song Yi, by the way, we can be successful in the Demon City during the summer vacation. After returning to the city, can I catch up with the beautiful woman He in our class?"

Beauty He is the school beauty of their Luocheng No. 1 Middle School, and a classmate in the liberal arts class. He Yutong. Song Yi now only has a vague girl's face in his mind, and his image is very clear: white, rich and beautiful, good grades, and aloof and cool style.

After the college entrance examination, He Yutong scored high and was admitted to Renmin University in Beijing. She was still as dazzling as a star.

He and Xu Shuangcheng have some literary talent. Boys who are studying ordinary in key high schools can only be considered ordinary people, not famous people in the school. In the past three years, there are no more than ten sentences of what they said to He Yutong.

Song Yi laughed and raised the beer in the big glass, "Old Xu, toast you!"

In his soul is a man in his thirties. Listening to Xu Shuangcheng talk about girls' topics, he is full of yearning for love, which makes him feel full of emotion.

This is eighteen years old!

A familiar melody sounded in my mind. The mv picture came out, which made Song Yi slightly lose his mind and a headache.

The second apocalypse is here.

"I still remember those lonely springs, when I hadn't even raised my beard.

There is no Valentine's Day or gift, and there is no cute little princess of mine.

But I don't think everything is that bad, although I only have fantasies about love.

In the early morning, at night,

In the wind, singing the song that no one cares about..."

MV is not the leather pants version, but two shirtless men sing in the rental house. On summer nights, the hot rental house, the two were slightly drunk, there was beer on the small table, cigarettes between their fingers, and there was a train driving outside the window.

They are singing.

Singing high!

Singing about life.

“If one day I have no place to support me.

Please leave me in this spring.

If one day, I will leave quietly.

Please bury me in this spring, in spring..."

Sincere emotions flow in the song, those who pursue dreams, the lost youth!

How similar is this time? On a summer night, he and Xu Shuangcheng were drinking beer and blowing the evening breeze, in a strange city...

One cigarette is missing, one guitar is missing.

If it weren't for him to travel through time, would "Xiao Song" and Xu Shuangcheng's trip to the Demon City, or would it be like this in the future? Perhaps, this would be the song that was closest to their mood when they were in their thirties!

Xu Shuangcheng drank all the wine in the cup every time. Seeing Song Yi looking silent and lost, he waved his hand and said, "Old Song, I know you like He Yutong too. Okay, brother, I won't chase her anymore, I'll give you the opportunity."

Song Yi came back to his senses and smiled and said, "It's a big deal. Do you want to chase after me or not? Besides, can you give in to the relationship?

Do you know why I say respect you? Respect you are another man who bravely charges against He School Beauty's tall tower."

Xu Shuangcheng glared and said, "Damn. I thought you wish me success."

Song Yi laughed and said, "Come on paper and pen. I'll write a song."

After taking the neutral pen and white paper that Xu Shuangcheng took out of his backpack, Song Yi picked up the pen and wrote down the song, saying, "Old rule, I sing the first paragraph, you sing the second paragraph, and we sing the third paragraph together."

Xu Shuangcheng witnessed Song Yi finishing writing the whole process, hummed it with the music score, and judged that this is likely to be another good song, and said arrogantly with some alcohol and a little arrogant: "If you don't sing, you will also sing the song I wrote!"

A good song is not only a matter of singing rights, but also involves interests. Like tonight's song "Start from scratch" where he sings harmony. In the official copyright contract, he cannot be considered a singer, but just a collaborator.

You can get a small part of the profits for the whole song, and the industry rules are about 0.3%.

This can have.

And now, it is obvious that it is a friend who is taking care of him and bringing him to the singer's position, which can make half of the profit.

This cannot be done.

He didn't want to take advantage of Song Yi.

The establishment of the Huaer Band, he and Song Yi were out of hobbies. The positioning was that he was the main creator and Song Yi was the lead singer. Now he has not made any contribution!

Song Yi said: "Cao. I just left the subway station and said, "I will write a chorus song, don't rush..."

In the MV of Apocalypse, there are two men singing.

Xu Shuangcheng said: "Okay, I can sing it. But this song belongs to you, and I don't want any benefits."

Song Yi looked at Xu Shuangcheng seriously.

He really means to support his brothers. A tree cannot make a forest alone. Furthermore, there is one, two, and three. With this "golden finger", good songs will be produced continuously.

In this world, copyright protection is strictly protected and good songs are valuable. However, at this time, Xu Shuangcheng did not accept his kindness and did not want this generous benefit, which would make him respect him more.

Xu Shuangcheng looked at Song Yi and laughed and scolded: "Look at the gods? Damn, I'm also a man!"

Song Yi raised his glass, killed the remaining beer in one sip, and said frankly: "Okay. However, we are still half of the singing income of the Jasmine Machine Bar. I am also a man, spitting and nailing."

Xu Shuangcheng said happily: "Okay." He complained again: "Damn, we have to have a drink! I'll order another beer."

The knot in my heart is gone.

"Waiter, check out!" Song Yi said to the waiter passing by, pointing at Xu Shuangcheng: "He pays for it."

"Song Yi, your uncle!" Xu Shuangcheng grinned and scolded, "I still play this old joke that I pay for you."

After paying, Song Yi and Xu Shuangcheng went to the city express hotel 500 meters ahead to stay.

The two of them were singing scattered under the dim street lights in the night.

“…in the early morning, in the night,

In the wind, singing the song that no one cares about..."
Chapter completed!