Lian Zong: I work hard but let others get ahead of me

Chapter 32 There are so many colors in the candy jar, but the smile is no longer sweet.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

"Xu Gou is still Xu Gou."

"I'm laughing so hard. How can this person be so bad?"

"Brother and your heart are connected, and you and your brother are using your brains."

"You can't live in a house by licking a dog. Xu Zhe'an, you should give your brother some good advice."

The barrage was so happy to see that Xu Zhe'an was still so good at doing things, so much so that the No. 4 live broadcast room even started to learn to play dog-licking jokes.

In the barrage that fills the screen, it’s not even clear whether it’s a joke or the audience’s own real experience:

"She said I was sick just now, which made me a little happy. She actually started to care about me."

"She agreed to my proposal last night. I happily asked her why. She said it was because her boyfriend likes wives."

"I'm very happy. The Chinese New Year is coming soon. I can send New Year greetings and chat with her again!"

The popularity of the live broadcast room began to soar amid the barrage and jokes that filled the screen. Unfortunately, Xu Zhe'an and Han Zhilan could not see it. The two continued to chat and exchange so-called musical inspiration.

"It's being broadcast live now, are you sure your friends won't see it?" Han Zhilan coughed on the side and said.

"They." Xu Zhe'an smiled self-deprecatingly: "They shouldn't be able to see it."

Three years ago, Xu Zhe'an did have many friends.

At that time, Xu Zhe'an graduated from the China Overseas Conservatory of Music with the top grade in his major, and was signed to a contract while in college. His stardom was bright and he had countless friends.

Later, when they owed money, the tree fell and the hozens dispersed, those friends were simply afraid to avoid Xu Zhe'an and did not want to lend Xu Zhe'an a penny.

Over the years, the only person who can be called a friend is probably his manager Sun Wenyun. Even this variety show was won by Sun Wenyun for him.

And Sun Wenyun is certainly not a licker, so Xu Zhe'an naturally has no psychological pressure when he makes fun of him.

At this point, Xu Zhe'an started talking eloquently.

"Being a licker has always been the stupidest thing in my mind."

"A long time ago, in order to wake up my brother to stop licking, I randomly found a fool in our town and asked him if he had ever been a dog licker."

"He asked me what dog licking was."

"When I say licking dogs, they are those people who spend money on you and ask you questions, but you ignore them and find them annoying."

"He said."

Xu Zhe'an paused here, and Han Zhilan looked at him and asked quickly: "What did you say?"

"He said,"

"The dog I was talking about seems to be his mother."

The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Xu Zhe'an continued:
"He doesn't know what it means to lick a dog, but at least he knows that the only person who treats him so well is his mother."

When Xu Zhe'an said this, his expression no longer looked casual as before: "So, instead of being a licking dog, it is better to take good care of your mother. At least the flowers you give to your mother will never appear in the trash can."

Han Zhilan looked at the distant coastline and nodded thoughtfully.

Why did we suddenly talk about such a heavy topic?

In the barrage, many viewers were already touched by Xu Zhe'an's words and couldn't help but give them a thumbs up.

"I didn't expect Xu Zhe'an's three views to be quite upright."

"Yes, the best thing for you is always your family, so why not give your greatest love to your family."

"I was actually a little moved by what Xu Zhe'an said."

"It's rare that Xu Zhe'an has ivory coming out of his mouth."

"Hahahaha, it's so vicious upstairs."

Han Zhilan didn't want to talk about this topic anymore. She looked at the fewer and fewer people on the beach, so she picked up the guitar that had been put aside for a long time and said to Xu Zhe'an:
"We are looking for inspiration today, but we have gone off topic for a long time."

"I see you're having a lot of fun going off topic."

"It's not all your fault, if you hadn't wanted to play with me"

"Just say whether you are happy or not and that's it."

"hapiness."

Looking at Xu Zhe'an's profile, Han Zhilan handed Xu Zhe'an's guitar to him and held the guitar himself.

Suddenly I found that the beach mat seemed a bit small. Originally, it was enough for the two of us to simply sit together, but if we wanted to play and sing with the guitar, the space would be too small.

"Wait a minute, I'll rent a beach mat." Han Zhilan quickly sat up and went to rent a beach mat. I didn't take my phone with me, but put it in a storage place not far away, so it took some time to get it over.

Xu Zhe'an simply took a guitar, played it casually a few times, and tuned it.

A person who loves guitar is actually very particular about the intonation of the guitar, and will always feel that something is wrong.

Of course, usually this kind of problem can be solved by using a tuner, but unfortunately Xu Zhe'an is really lazy.

After tinkering with it for a long time, I felt that Xu Zhe'an was a bit too fussy about the barrage.

"No, Xu Zhe'an is actually going to sing?"

"Don't show your shame in such an ugly song."

"I mean, I'd rather watch Xu Zhe'an talk about truth. It's actually quite interesting."

"You and I agree on the same opinion upstairs. Now I feel more and more that the No. 4 live broadcast room is very interesting. I was originally a big fan of Jiang Wanfeng!"

It wasn't until the guitar was tuned to Xu Zhe'an that it felt almost ready. Han Zhilan came belatedly and came to the side with a brand new beach mat.

The two of them sat on a beach mat, holding a guitar, and finally started talking about music.

"We have to hurry, it's getting late now, but don't forget that we are still responsible for dinner."

"Well, if you don't tell me, I really forgot. I'm going to have fun for a day, then go back and sit down and get ready to eat."

"No, we didn't play for a day, we were looking for inspiration!"

Han Zhilan is still brainwashing herself.

"Okay, if you don't sing your own song first, I don't think I've even heard you sing carefully." Han Zhilan put the guitar aside for the time being, took out a notebook from somewhere, and looked at Xu Zhe'an and said.

She wanted to listen carefully to Xu Zhe'an's voice so that when the time came to write a song for him, it would be more suitable for him.

Everyone's vocal range, singing skills, and voice are completely different, and can even be said to be somewhat unique. If you want to create a song for one person, it will obviously be difficult to write without knowing these.

Han Zhilan plans to make some adjustments to the melodies she wrote based on what she learned today and the notes she took to make them more suitable for Xu Zhe'an.

Of course, there is another very important thing, that is, Han Zhilan's lyrics have not been written yet.

However, after playing for a day today, I seem to have some inspiration.

So when she went to borrow a beach mat just now, she also bought a small notebook to make it easier to take notes and record inspiration.

When everything was ready, Han Zhilan looked at Xu Zhe'an expectantly and said, "Okay, let's sing quickly."

"Are you really singing my own songs?" Xu Zhe'an asked.

"Yeah, let's get started, quickly!"

Xu Zhe'an nodded and began to think deeply in his mind.

What to sing?

If he really sang what he wrote himself, it would be a bit too embarrassing because it doesn't sound good.

Just when Xu Zhe'an was thinking, a seagull on the sea made a cry, flew on the sea, and crashed into Xu Zhe'an's sight.

An inspiration suddenly flashed in Xu Zhe'an's mind.

The brilliant culture of another world is shining brightly.

Have it.

He knows what to sing.

"Then I'll sing a song that I haven't released yet."

As Xu Zhe'an spoke, he gently plucked the strings, and a crisp and pleasant accompaniment sounded.

And his singing voice slowly sounded along with the accompaniment:

【There are many colors in the candy jar,
The smile is no longer sweet
some of your happiness,

the moment without me

In medieval cities,

I want to go this far
Seagulls no longer miss the sea,

You can fly farther~~]

The singing was soothing and gentle, filling the ears of every audience member.

I also drifted by the quiet seaside and the seagull that suddenly broke into my sight.

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　　Song "Obviously", original singer: Jay Chou
　　
　
(End of this chapter)