escape from tarkov garbage system

Chapter 270 "The Dust in the Fireworks"

But Qiyue's shameless temper was not used at noon. During the introduction time for dinner together, Qiyue has been an ostrich all the time.

This also let Jiang Minglang know why he doesn't have a girlfriend anymore in July, this guy is just a mouthy monster, he speaks beautifully, but his actions directly pull his hips, which is still the kind of hip stretching.

Deserves to be single!

The others chatted very happily with Xie Xun'er, Xie Xun'er is worthy of being an assistant, and her communication skills are very outstanding, the group of people are very satisfied except for July.

After eating, the assistant will be fine. Things haven't been prepared for the past few days, so she has nothing to do.

And Jiang Minglang has nothing to do now. It can be said that he is always free except for the live broadcast, except for the live broadcast to accompany his wife.

Seeing Jiang Minglang being so idle, Xie Xun'er said directly: "Boss, didn't you say that you were thinking about songs and everything when you were so idle?"

Jiang Minglang blushed. He couldn't say that his songs were all prostitutes. He could only laugh and say, "Writing songs depends on inspiration. Sometimes when inspiration comes, it will be written naturally."

"Then do you have any songs that haven't been released online?" Xie Xun'er asked.

"Yes..." Jiang Minglang glanced at the skill, and after confirming that the cooling was complete, he said, "Yes!"

"Then can you sing it to me now? Also let me prepare for the next job? It just so happens that you have so many musical instruments here." Xie Xun'er said with some expectation.

After a little hesitation, Jiang Minglang agreed, "Yes, it happens to be sung during the live broadcast in the afternoon, and you can just listen to it then."

"Ah! That's it! That's fine too." Xie Xun'er was a little disappointed, he thought he was singing for her alone.

But she was right when she thought about it again, Jiang Minglang has a girlfriend, how could it be...

Thinking of his girlfriend, Xie Xun'er said, "Boss, do outsiders know about your girlfriend?"

"I know! Kuang Wandi appeared in the live broadcast room, and there are screenshots of her from Yuba, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's just that having a girlfriend will have a certain impact on your development."

Jiang Minglang didn't mind and said: "It's okay, I didn't concentrate on developing in this area, and it's no big deal if it has influence."

"That's fine, boss, it's fine if you don't mind." Xie Xun'er didn't dare not listen to Jiang Minglang's words, so she had no choice but to accept this setting.

In the afternoon, before the live broadcast started, Jiang Minglang saw a bunch of discussions about his going to Huayi, and a bunch of rhythmic ones.

As soon as the broadcast started, the number of viewers in the live broadcast room increased like crazy. The number of people increased much more than usual. They all wanted to know about this matter. There were even a few people who used the title of interview and asked crazy questions. .

"The broadcast is on, the broadcast is on! It's finally on! Do those people who say that the prodigal son doesn't live broadcast hurt? If it doesn't hurt, come over and slap me hard!"

"I thought you were going to be fascinated by that female celebrity, don't want to, you won't come to the live broadcast!"

"Brother prodigal son! I'm going to be a star, how do you feel? Are you happy?"

"Mr. Jiang, I'm a reporter from Sand Sculpture TV Station. I want to ask you, how did you get 5% of Huayi's shares?"

"Mr. Jiang, I'm a reporter from Hanhan Newspaper. May I ask you because you own shares in Huayi, or are these shares a condition for joining Huayi?"

……

Looking at these bullet screens, Jiang Minglang always felt that his brain was a bit big, what the hell is this!
"Uh, about your Sand Sculpture TV Station and these two questions about this silly newspaper, you should ask others first, and write how you see how other people live."

……

"Some water friends asked me how it feels to be a singer! Is it good? I don't know this yet, I don't feel anything, so I can just do what I usually do."

……

After answering for a long time, he finally answered some nutritious questions in the live broadcast room. Jiang Minglang saw that this was not an option, so he interrupted forcefully:

"I'm live broadcasting today, not here to answer questions, and it's been another week, and it's time for a new song, if you don't want to hear it, then keep asking.

If you want to listen, then post the question, don't ask it now, I will ask you when I have time.

Now is the normal live broadcast time. After singing, I will play games. I will not answer questions other than games! "

When Jiang Minglang said this, the audience in the live broadcast room was happy now, and they didn't care about those people with a lot of questions. They started swiping the screen, and all the questions were swiped up in one go.

As for those who asked questions, as soon as they sent out what they wanted to ask, they were all gone in an instant and couldn't make any waves at all.

Similarly, this also allowed them to see the traffic, which made them more eager to dig out information, but it was temporarily extinguished for a while.

"The name of this song is "Dust in Fireworks". I can only play the piano for you as an accompanist by myself. If you want to have a complete version, I will have to wait for some time before my team comes."

After speaking, Jiang Minglang took the camera and walked towards his piano.

"Dust in Fireworks" was originally a song sung by Hua Chenyu. It was written by Lin Xi, composed by Xilou, and arranged by Xilou and Zheng Nan.

On April 2015, 4, this song also won the No.13 Top Ten Golden Melody Award recommended by the Organizing Committee of the Music Billboard. It is also a very nice song.

Sitting on the chair that matched the piano, Jiang Minglang straightened his body, and the slender fingers that had been transformed due to the transformation were shown on the screen after a close-up, making a bunch of hand fetishes die immediately.

The slow but rhythmic piano sound emerges with Jiang Minglang's finger swings, like waves on the beach, stirring up people's hearts one after another.

"Watch the flying dust fall,

No one found it there,
so free
But the world loves to be noisy,
I can't stand being bored,

You shouldn't be alone in a daze,

Only I guard the quiet desert,
......"

Jiang Minglang's voice is deep and ethereal, and his optimized voice allows him to adapt to various voice lines.

A feeling of loneliness and silence fell upon every viewer watching the live broadcast.

"...

Laugh openly and cry frankly,

Why do we let the world arrange our expressions?
I'm me I'm just me

Just the dust from a firework! ! "

The high notes from the climax to the end just brought the slow rhythm at the beginning to a feeling that exploded the whole place.

In the last sentence, Jiang Minglang's treble has reached an appalling height. Even Jiang Minglang can only use a falsetto to fully soar.

As the singing stopped, the piano sound also slowly ended, which also means that a song has been sung.

(End of this chapter)