Daddy's Marvel Chat Group

Chapter 26 Becoming a Singer is My Dream
Nalan Yanran's short video fans have increased by tens of thousands and tens of thousands in the past few days, and her live broadcast income reached [-] yuan a day last night. What's the matter?

Nalan Yanran did not regard Xiao Yan, the songwriter's trumpet, as an outsider. Perhaps the song "Invisible Wings" composed by Xiao Yan alone for her moved her, and she could feel Xiao Yan's talent. There is a feeling of consonance.

So Nalan Yanran just told Xiao Yan some of her thoughts that she could tell.

Xiao Yan naturally listened very patiently, even though he felt uncomfortable because he was kicked out of the Marvel chat group again.

...

After probably understanding the harassment Nalan Yanran endured, Xiao Yan felt extremely distressed, his body and emotions told him that he still couldn't forget this woman.

"Have you ever thought about giving up?"

Xiao Yan asked.

【No!Being a singer is my dream. Although there have been many twists and turns over the years, I have never given up. 】

In fact, 1 people in Xiao Yan's heart don't want her to be a singer or an Internet celebrity. How can a man like his woman to show his face? Even if he is an Internet celebrity, he will be constantly insulted and harassed, and even threatened by those so-called local tyrants. .

"If that's the case, stick to your original intention, don't get discouraged, don't give up, at worst I'll write a new song for you."

Xiao Yan dared to say that because he still had a song in his hand.

【Really?This is really great, Ms. Wang, your talent in writing lyrics and composing music is very, very strong. My manager got your song "Invisible Wings" to the company. Many professional music teachers said it was very good, and it is very hopeful that it will become popular. They even want to buy it, of course I disagree. 】

Then Nalan Yanran said a lot of words.

Xiao Yan admitted that he copied songs and novels, but he still hoped that in Shui Polo, the creators of those works of art would still have their original names.

So he said in advance: "I already have a plan for a new song, but you know, I'm very low-key, I don't want the creator of your two songs to be my name, so I will draft a new song this time. name."

【…】

Nalan Yanran was taken aback for a moment, she didn't seem to think that there are people in this world who don't want to be famous, but Nalan Yanran believed in Xiao Yan's talent, she immediately agreed: [Okay, I understand, everything is due to Miss Wang's hard work. 】

"It is also a kind of fate that we met in the vast network, so there is no need to say such polite words."

[Miss Wang, I am really lucky to have met you. 】

"..."

Xiao Yan was silent for a long time, feeling indescribable, and then said to her: Go to bed early, Internet celebrities are human too, stick to your original aspiration, your dream is to be a singer, not to be a rich wife for sugar daddy.

The metaphor is to tell Nalan Yanran not to pay too much attention to the threats of those local tyrants, saying that she won't come to buy gifts if she doesn't meet in private, etc.

...

After chatting with his ex-wife Nalan Yanran, Xiao Yan's mood gradually calmed down.

He looked at his mobile phone and opened the [Marvel Chat Group] that changed his destiny, and his mood was filled with anxiety.

'what to do?The group leader, Iron Man, still didn't add him. '

The night was getting dark, Xiao Yan didn't know how he fell asleep, the experience of the past few days could be described as bizarre, he would not tell anyone this secret.

Obviously he knows that [Marvel Chat Group] is very, very powerful, but he still can't really participate in it.

Headache, really too much headache.

...

The next day, early in the morning, there were raindrops hanging on the leaves outside the window. It seemed that there was a light rain last night, and the whole sky was also gray.

Depressing.

Nalan Yanran suddenly sent him a text message, Xiao Yan was so happy that he almost called out his wife.After a closer look, it turned out to be the trumpet of the songwriter.

(End of this chapter)