Chapter 100 Wang Luoqi: Just lie down flat

The song is over.

Looking at Wang Luoqi who narrowed his beautiful eyes, Wen Yan asked:

"Sister Luo Qi, how do you feel?"

I'm angry, I'm angry, I can't praise him, I can't praise him, Wang Luoqi thought silently in his heart.

She suppressed her smile and looked away: "Okay, okay."

"It's okay." Wen Yan smiled.

He knew Wang Luoqi's arrogant temperament very well, and it was obviously impossible to expect to hear praise from her at this time.

He deliberately asked: "Then should I write this song or not?"

"You can do whatever you want." Wang Luoqi picked up the document and continued to read it.

Her face looked very calm, and it seemed that whether she wrote warm words or not had nothing to do with her.

"Oh, I'm pretty bad at composing music and writing lyrics."

Wen Yan shook his head: "Why don't you just write it?"

Wang Luoqi continued to correct the documents without speaking.

"Tsk, you've got me right," Wen Yan sighed in his heart.

He was sure that if he really didn't write, when he left the private room later, he would probably make Wang Luoqi unhappy because he stepped out with his left foot first.

After recognizing the reality, Wen Yan slumped down on the sofa helplessly, ready to take a break before writing the song.

Lest Wang Luoqi find an opportunity to pick on him.

But as soon as he sat down, he heard Wang Luoqi next to him say:

"Sit down, sit still, how do you look like you're so slouched?"

Wen Yan: "..."

Yes, he still overestimated a woman's patience when she wanted to make trouble.

He hasn't even gone out yet, he just sat down, is this already happening?

What can Wen Yan do about such a eldest sister who is so verbally dissatisfied with her integrity?

He can only write songs honestly.

Taking out a pen and paper from Wang Luoqi's handbag, Wen Yan sat directly next to her.

He was still muttering and complaining:

"Come on, come on, don't you know I need space for inspiration when I write songs?"

"Okay, sister, let me make some room for you." Wang Luoqi moved his butt to the side.

"Stay further away." Wen Yan pushed further: "When you moved, you pressed against my invisible wings."

"Okay, sister, put your wings in place for you." Wang Luoqi scratched his body and then stroked Wen Yan's back.

It seemed like she was really helping him, putting her invisible wings behind her.

Then, she sat down next to Wen Yan again, even a little closer than before.

This time Wen Yan didn't talk about wings anymore, nor did he mention the need for inspiration for creation.

Well, enough is enough to avoid really irritating Wang Luoqi.

He didn't want to have someone riding on his back while writing songs.

That would be embarrassing!

Putting the folder under the white paper, Wen Yan began to draw the staff with his freehand.

For him who has advanced painting skills, drawing such a straight line is just an entry-level difficulty.

Well, basic skills, don’t be six!

Looking at the big boy composing music next to him, Wang Luoqi's beautiful eyes were filled with tenderness.

The fun just now seemed very childish, but it reminded her of the past.

In the past two years, as Wen Yan has grown up, his worries in various aspects have gradually increased, and the two of them rarely behave like this anymore.

Perhaps he also noticed these changes, so he deliberately made himself angry, Wang Luoqi thought silently as he looked at Wen Yan's profile.

Wen Yan, who was immersed in composing music, felt a strange touch on his shoulder and turned to look.

He saw Wang Luoqi massaging his shoulders with his snowy little hands.

Wen Yan was a little confused: "Sister Luo Qi, what's wrong with you?"

"I'll give you a reward for writing a song." Wang Luoqi lowered his eyebrows and smiled.

Is that it? Wen Yan is a little dissatisfied.

I don't know when the kiss reward gradually disappeared into the past and became his long-lasting memory.

After composing the music and writing the lyrics, Wen Yan asked casually:

"Sister Luo Qi, are you going to find a singer to sing this song?"

"Who do you think is suitable?" Wang Luoqi asked.

"I suggest you find a big name with a strong foundation of popularity."

Wen Yan thought for a moment and said, "Besides, this singer must have a good reputation."

In the past life, the song "Friends" was so widely circulated, and Zhou Huajian, the "King of National Songs", definitely accounted for a large proportion.

You know, songs also pick people. Some people sing the same song as the sound of nature, while others sing it as noise.

Of course, professional singers are definitely not that bad, but Wen Yan still wants to find a good home for his copied works.

These works are the hard work of the creators, and he does not want to waste other people's hard work.

Even if it can't reach the height of the previous life, it can't be too different.

"Otherwise...we won't find a singer." Wang Luoqi gave an unexpected answer.

"Aren't you looking for a singer?"

Wen Yan was a little confused: "Then who will sing?"

Wang Luoqi stopped what he was doing and stared at him with her beautiful eyes.

Um... Wen Yan had a bad feeling.

He pointed at himself and asked with some uncertainty: "Sister Luo Qi, do you want me to sing?"

"Can't you?" Wang Luoqi blinked.

How could a man say no? Wen Yan felt that his dignity had been challenged. He took a deep breath and said angrily:

"I still...can't do it!"

This doesn't work, it's not about singing skills, it's about fame.

If you want a new song to become popular quickly and spread among the public for a long time, in addition to the quality of the song itself, as well as the operation of capital.

The popularity of the singer himself is also a very important factor.

The king releasing new songs and the third-tier singers releasing new songs are completely two different concepts.

What's more, Wen Yan can't even compare to third-tier singers. He is just an amateur who has not yet debuted.

"You obviously like music, don't you want to enter the music scene?" Wang Luoqi was a little confused.

It was precisely because she knew Wen Yan's love for music that she asked Wen Yan to sing this song.

"I like music, but I'm not ready to debut yet," Wen Yan explained.

"What preparations are you making?"

"Accumulate more capital."

Thinking of his past life experiences, Wen Yan said with some self-deprecation:

"I always feel that most people in the entertainment industry are just tools for you capitalist bosses."

"Why do you think so?"

Wang Luoqi is a little strange: "The artists who are really trapped by capital are those who rely on capital to support them and can't go on without capital."

"Really powerful people, even if they are dependent on capital, can only be said to be cooperating with each other. This is a matter of mutual benefit."

"Sister Luo Qi, the artists you are talking about are top-notch people who have established a firm foothold in the entertainment industry after becoming famous."

Such artists existed in previous lives, just like the Milk Tea Week in the music industry.

Wen Yan expressed his inner thoughts: "My plan is to accumulate enough capital first and not to be coerced by capital from the beginning."

"Xiaoyan, have you forgotten something?"

Wang Luoqi raised his snow-white chin and said a little arrogantly:

"Sister is your capital, okay? I am your backer. With me here, you don't have to worry about this at all."

Sure enough, the premonition ten years ago came true!

Alas, Wen Yan sighed in his heart, Sister Luo Qi, you are trying to feed me soft rice!

He has a lot of resources at his disposal, and as long as he is humble and developed, he will be able to make a name for himself in a short time.

But Wang Luoqi always wanted to let him lie down.

This is so helpless!

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Chapter completed!