Comprehensive comics: I don’t want to be a loser if I have a system

"But.... There is just not a single musician.... There is no singer ....."

Bai Mo listened to Granny Gao's self-description, and felt very uncomfortable.

She has dedicated her life to the industry, first as a hobby, and eventually as her own business.

She has witnessed too many insiders of the industry, and she can't sing without money, let alone release it on major platforms.

Can't you find a person with musical talent among tens of millions

of people? Bai Mo didn't believe it, although the 1.4 billion people next door couldn't find a dozen ..... who could play football

"Child...."

Granny Gao adjusted her mood and then sat back in her chair.

"You really think about it.....

" "Yes, mother-in-law, don't persuade me, I belong to the kind of person who doesn't touch the south wall and doesn't look back to be stubborn to the end." "

Okay..... In that case, I won't charge you any money for using those appliances here.....

" "Come and see my wife and me often, and help me clean up by the way......."

"Okay. "

Granny Gao has almost half a foot in the coffin, she doesn't have much desire for money, just be able to sustain herself for food.

The reason why she didn't charge Bai Mo's fee and asked Bai Mo to come to clean often was because she wanted to have a child who likes music to be by her side when she was dying.

This is probably the best farewell gift for her.

Granny Gao threw Bai Mo a key.

"On the second floor, the room on the left.

"Yes.

Bai Mo reached out and took the key, and then came to the second floor.

"Left hand side

....""Is this...."

Bai Mo took the key and looked towards his right hand.

A white wooden door appeared in Bai Mo's sight.

Bai Mo inserted the key in, twisted it slightly, clicked, and the door slowly opened.

"This...."

As Granny Gao said, no matter how dirty it is outside, she will still take good care of the music equipment here.

Bai Mo walked to a piano, this room has a lot of space and a lot of musical instruments.

They are neatly arranged around the room, and the piano in the middle of the room is particularly eye-catching.

Old and new, paradoxical .....

The stale comes from its style, a strong smell that does not belong to the current style.

As for the brand-new, it comes from its appearance, although some paint has fallen off, but the whole body is spotless.

The same goes for the other utensils in the room.

"Ahem...."

At this time, Granny Gao walked in from the door of the room.

"I don't have any keyboards or anything like that that you young people use so often.

"That's great, and I don't like electronics.

Bai Mo took out a piece of yellow cardboard with words written on it from his backpack.

"What are you?"

"Oh.... This is a piece of music that I composed myself.

After speaking, Bai Mo also shook the paper in his hand towards Granny Gao.

Originally, Granny Gao just came to see it, after all, a quiet scene is needed when people create, but now I hear that Bai Mo has a song sheet composed by herself.

And judging by the way he looks, he still has to play this piece on the piano.

Granny Gao didn't want to leave now, after all, there must be an audience to play.

And she thought she could give some advice.

Then Granny Gao found a chair and sat next to the door of the room.

She also smiled at Bai Mo and motioned for him to leave him alone.

Bai Mo also smiled back at Granny Gao, and then sat next to the piano and put the score on the piano stand.

Bai Mo opened the piano cover, and his slender fingers first stroked every key of the piano.

It's as if you're stroking a handy weapon.

"Great piano.

Bai Mo gave such an evaluation.

You know, Bai Mo in his previous life was a standard playboy.

With a small treasury of the system, Bai Mo wants the best in everything, and he can look at

the expensive ones! So in the previous life, he could get an expensive piano on the surface, and Bai Mo's home had one, as for the piano used by celebrities, it was more like an antique than a piano.

I don't know if those musicians in the underground know that their piano is more like an antique in the eyes of people now, and will directly remove the coffin board.

It is an insult to a piano that can still be played and bought for collection instead of playing.

But what does this have to do with white ink....

It's none of your business, hang high.

Granny Gao sat on the chair and looked at Bai Mo there in a daze, he thought that there was something wrong with the score.

However, she didn't mean to help Bai Mo, but closed her eyes and quietly waited for Bai Mo's performance.

Just as she closed her eyes, the sound of a piano reached her ears.

When she opened her eyes, Bai Mo's hands kept playing on the piano.

A long melody came out of the piano.

What kind of sound was that......

like a sunset..... It seems to be a sunshine .....

It's relaxing, but it's sad...

Granny Gao stood up from the chair tremblingly, and finally walked towards Bai Mo with a cane and staggering.

At this time, Bai Mo had stopped playing, after all, when this piece was to be played, there could be no piano.

He had just played the climax on the piano, and if he wanted to show something else, the rest would have to be played with other instruments.

Just as Bai Mo was pondering, a pair of big hands were placed on his shoulders.

"Fengyuan ....."

Bai Mo turned his head to look, only to see Granny Gao's shortness of breath, and the excitement on her face could not be hidden, as if she could cry at any time.

"Mother-in-law, what's wrong.....

" "This is... "

In fact, it doesn't matter if it's a piece written by Bai Mo, even if he didn't write it, he can play it to this extent, which can be said to be unprecedented.

If Bai Mo's piano performance just now was recorded, no one would believe that it was played by a Sakura countryman.

It's that weird.

Even if there is a score that can be called the Divine Comedy, in the hands of the people of Sakura Country, it is just a piece of waste paper.

It's not that there are no capitalists who spend a lot of money to hire foreigners to write tunes, and those singers with brain circuits and can always sing in a different style.

"Could it be that my mother-in-law has heard this tune in other places?"

At this time, there was a slight cold sweat on Bai Mo's head, he had checked this song before, but it could not be ruled out that this song had changed its name in this world.

If that's the case, then he can't die of embarrassment, after all, he swore before that he picked up the score and said that it was a song he wrote.

"No...."

"Huh~"

got the answer he wanted, and Bai Mo exhaled a breath of turbidity.

"Kaedehara...."

Granny Gao wanted to say that he was the hope of the Sakura Music industry, and he could lead the industry out of the sea of suffering.

After all, in the past, she had only heard such songs on foreigners' CDs.

Now there is a person playing in front of him, and this person is still from Sakura Country.

"You're mine..... Radiance...."

After holding back for a long time, Granny Gao said such a sentence.