Then he hurriedly turned on the computer and spent a long time looking for relevant information.
No matter how he searched, he couldn't find any relevant information.
After a long time, he leaned back in his chair, staring blankly at the computer screen, and finally confirmed one thing.
There is a style of songs on earth that does not exist in this world!
It never appeared at all!
Whether it is Korean, European and American, DJ, electronic music, Chinese and ancient style, jazz, rap, etc., this world has it.
But there is only one type that doesn’t exist, and it is extremely popular in the Chinese music scene on Earth!
But he also didn't know whether this style would be accepted in this world.
Therefore, he plans to visit various music conservatories in the future to study and further his studies, and then integrate himself with some elements of this world.
If songs of this style can be widely accepted, it would be a groundbreaking achievement and could even become popular abroad.
At night, Shen Xian had another dream.
Not only did he dream about the fire, he even dreamed about a little girl of fifteen or sixteen wearing a white skirt, radiating light all over her body, looking at him with a smile, and calling sweetly: "Brother Shen Xian, where are we going to play today?"
When Chen Xian approached, the girl turned into a high-and-mighty fairy again, looking at him as if he were an ant, and stepped on him into the mud: "A tiny insect is also worthy of looking up at the stars?"
He woke up suddenly, his whole body drenched in sweat. It was from that moment that Shen Xian was mentally castrated.
It is the age when love begins to blossom, when self-esteem is overflowing, when one is particularly immature, and when one would say, "My destiny is in my own hands."
Then it was trampled into the mud.
He even remembered that he was hungry for two days. On the third day, he felt dizzy from hunger. Finally, he came across a real estate project that was being launched. The salesperson asked him to be a scout and promised him a box lunch.
He went just for the not-so-large box lunch.
In the end, he found out that the person who gave him the lunch box was none other than his white moonlight who was experiencing life.
When she saw Chen Xian, there was no expression on Bai Yueguang's face, no surprise or confusion.
As if he noticed Shen Xian's hunger, he just casually took a box lunch to Shen Xian and then said, "Next."
At that time, her father stood aside, pointing at Shen Xian and others, and said: "Girl, see, what a rich life your father has given you. Look at yourself, and then look at these cattle and horses. They are here listening to us bragging for a whole morning just for a box lunch. So, you really need to study hard, improve yourself, and control more cattle and horses."
Needless to say, the boy's experience is extremely fragile, and his dignity as a human being is also extremely fragile.
Therefore, Shen Xian had only one dream in his youth, which was to become a superior person, to prove himself, to stand higher, and even to stand in front of her one day and tell her: "I can talk to you on an equal footing!"
Waking up from a nightmare, it was already three o'clock in the morning. Shen Xian was no longer sleepy and lay in bed in a daze.
Ning Cai, Zhou Wan and others had just walked out of the recording studio.
After listening to the recorded version, Ning Cai looked at Zhou Wan in a daze: "This song... is amazing. Who gave it to you?"
Zhou Wan said: "Of course it's the postman, who else could it be."
Ning Cai was silent. The postman's talent once again refreshed her cognition.
The band teachers also said: "I feel this song has no problem being performed on the Spring Festival Gala. Not only is the theme clear, but the melody is also beautiful. It is worthy of being called the Postman!"
"In the next period of time, please ask all instrument teachers to stay overnight in the company and hand in their communication equipment." Ning Cai said.
This is also a common means of song protection.
Because the song has not been released yet, the instrument teachers are all well versed in music theory. After reading the simplified score, they will write it down. If it is leaked, it will be very troublesome.
The instrument teachers also understood this and had experienced this many times before. They handed in their mobile phones and began to rest in the company's separate rooms.
After leaving the company, Ning Cai said, "I feel like you're one step closer to falling for the postman."
Zhou Wan immediately said: "I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense."
It was another classic triple denial, but her tone was very weak and it was obvious that she lacked confidence.
"That's a good thing. You are 26 years old now. You should find someone to marry. I think the postman is a good choice." Ning Cai said.
"You're talking about me. You're also so depressed. Why don't you think about finding a boyfriend?" Zhou Wan said.
Ning Cai's high heels tapped on the ground, making a clattering sound: "I've found it."
Zhou Wan's eyes widened immediately: "Who? Is it the eldest young master of the Su family?"
Ning Cai looked into the distance: "You also know him, that's Shen Xian."
Zhou Wan was struck by lightning, and his face under the streetlight turned pale silently: "When did he agree to it?"
Ning Cai didn't notice Zhou Wan's expression, she just said: "He didn't agree, but I asked him to pretend to be my boyfriend during Zhongqiu, and he agreed."
"Does he like you?" Zhou Wan asked after a moment of silence.
Ning Cai shook her head: "He doesn't like it. I feel that he doesn't have any emotional fluctuations. His heart is like a pool of stagnant water. Look at him, he smiles at everyone, he is careful and gentle, considerate and kind. But I think he and I are the same type of people. He doesn't know what love feels like."
Zhou Wan lowered his eyelids: "Then why are you letting me live in his house? Aren't you afraid that something might happen between him and me?"
Ning Cai snorted, "No, he won't like you. You like the postman, not him. Besides, he is a heartless person."
After a pause, she suddenly asked Zhou Wan: "Do you think he likes men?"
Zhou Wan immediately said: "How is that possible? He likes women!"
Ning Cai immediately grasped the key question: "You haven't slept with him, how do you know if he likes women?"
oops,
How do you say this?
Should I tell Ning Cai that on that night three years ago, it was me who broke into Chen Xian’s room and pushed him down on the bed, and felt his hardness and madness?
Seeing Ning Cai staring at him intently, Zhou Wan said, "He peeked at my legs, and also peeked at... here."
Zhou Wan had no choice but to lie and put the blame on Chen Xian.
Ning Cai's eyes widened: "No way, he is a very upright gentleman, he never looks sideways."
Zhou Wan laughed and said, "Haha, how many men are good?"
Chen Xian naturally didn't know that he was being framed by Zhou Wan and that Ning Cai's heart had already collapsed.
But even if I knew, it wouldn't matter.
In Chen Xian’s own words, I am already a ruin, so how can there be a collapsed house?
The next morning, Shen Xian met with Henry Zhang.
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