i really don't want this system

Chapter 66 Eleven's Love

Ye Mosheng contacted Lao Liu the next day.

"Mr. Ye, honored guest"

"What? Record a song?"

"Unfortunately, Mr. Ye, the business is down and closed down, and I'm planning to sell everything."

"Sell it?" Ye Mosheng was a little surprised.

"Yeah, I found a lot of sellers who gave very low prices. Some offered tens of thousands. Who are they? I have spent my whole life working on these equipment. I can't bear to give such low prices."

"Old Liu, if you want to sell it, buy it for me." Ye Mosheng remembered what Mo Yiyi had told him, and set up his own studio.

"You? Mr. Ye, are you going to buy it?"

"Yes, I will have a lot of works in the later stage, it would be more convenient to have my own recording studio." Ye Mosheng replied seriously.

Lao Liu: How many works do you need to buy a recording studio? I will draw a circle with this pen.

It's like buying a bank because you find it troublesome to save money every day.

"Here, Mr. Ye, are you really planning to buy it?"

"Yes."

The other side was silent for a long time.

Suddenly the voice remembered again:

"Anyway, let it go, and sell it cheaply to those who don't know the goods, and you will lose money. In this way, if you don't dislike it, my old Liu will hang out with you, bring equipment with you, and you will have a bite to eat. Li Qin, Xiao Yu, Wen Sheng, you are familiar with all three, what do you think?"

"Good..." Ye Mosheng is not hypocritical, nor is he used to hypocrisy.

There is nothing hypocritical, and there is only two years to live.

"I'm going over now to record a few songs."

"Wait for you"

At the beginning

Just stay with Lao Liu and the others.

Just open the perfect pinnacle card, too tired,
But in the end Ye Mosheng felt that there was no need for "Ye Mosheng" to come forward, so he told Lao Liu that his friend Lao Wang next door had a lot of songs.

So most of the time, the old king next door came forward, and Ye Mosheng only appeared when necessary.

The recording went extremely smoothly.

Watching the songs come out one by one.

Lao Liu: It’s too short to draw a circle.

If "Praying Buddha" and "Mouse Loves Rice" are just for appreciation, they have pop elements and are very good pop songs.

Well, in the past two days, there are a few songs just listening to the accompaniment that make people feel a strong sense of nostalgia. The vicissitudes of the world made Lao Liu recall his youth.

And Li Qin's eyes were full of tears, this was the first time they encountered such a situation.

What songs have you recorded before? "Happy Birthday", there are tune-deficient ones, and all kinds of weird ones.

Not to mention Ye Mosheng's greatness, even his friends are so powerful.

"Old Liu, I'll leave this to you. I don't understand business, so I'll leave the studio to you. One thing, sign a confidentiality agreement."

This is for the sake of my identity as the old king next door. After all, I am the old king next door. Anyone who is interested can find out here just by checking.

During the period, Ye Mosheng mentioned that he was going to set up a studio, and hoped that Lao Liu could help.

Lao Liu agreed without saying a word.

After signing the relevant contract, Ye Mosheng transferred 100 million to Lao Liu.

January 2018, 10

Ye Mosheng signed up for the "Dragon Kingdom Original Song Contest" and uploaded "I want to hug you in a mediocre life".

January 2018, 10

Hua Xia Yuan Yin Studio was established, with only one recording studio named: Mo Xiang Forget.

Ye Mosheng didn't go to the bank of the river for many days.

Eleven Kong watched for several nights.

She is very disappointed, although her live broadcast room is very popular now, and she can enter the top 50 as soon as it starts broadcasting.But the old man next door to the uncle is gone.

No matter boys or girls, most of them care about appearance and like wit, otherwise there would not be so many stories of wit and beauty.Eleven is no exception.

For example, she likes Ye Mosheng very much, his poem "Be worthy of the Tathagata, live up to your Qing" and that song: "Rongcheng".Like Stranger's "Three Lines Poem" and so on.

It's just that the black figure left on the bank of the river stayed in her mind like magic. She didn't even know how old he was. She liked to sit beside him and listen to him playing and singing. Even the thick and messy beard changed. Be sexy.

Just after the live broadcast was over, Eleven was sitting by the river again, looking at the blurred reflection in the water and the beetle-like car on the Jiangcheng Bridge in the distance.

There was a sound of footsteps behind me.

Eleven back.

"you,…"

In an instant, only that figure remained in the whole world, slowly zooming in before his eyes.

Thousands of words but can't say a word.

Ye Mosheng was surprised that Eleven was here at this time.Dressed very lightly, with arms folded over shoulders, it seems that it has been a long time since I arrived.

The nights in late October are actually getting colder.

Ye Mosheng took off a coat and handed it to Eleven.

Eleven didn't refuse, and didn't want to refuse, but felt that his face was so red, and he felt a little happy.

This taciturn uncle is very caring and warm.

Ye Mosheng always wears a lot of clothes. Who is to say that he has a weak constitution? In recent days, he has been busy recording songs, one after another, some are just accompaniment, and some are complete.

The accompaniment is because it is not suitable for me to sing, but I want to listen to it, so let's make it first.

Many of them were sold just after reaching the exchange standard.

There are more and more songs in his backpack, and it starts to feel like a music library.

He named the studio Huaxia Yuanyin. In fact, he wanted Huaxia's original music to take root in this world, so he exchanged a lot of music. There are hundreds of thousands to millions of reputations, and tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands of fans. .

As for going up further, it will be difficult to exchange.With my current level, I can only let it go.

Ye Mosheng thought about it, his love was far away from him, he didn't know who to turn to, anyone was hurting the other, he didn't know how long he could live, if it wasn't for the system this time, he would have died long ago.

He began to want to go home, to go back to that home, where he grew up, playing in the small stream at the head of the village, digging out bird nests in the trees...

There is also a pair of old people who work hard day and night. They don't know how much shock and pain their departure will cause. Parents, I miss you.

He wanted to be white, even though he knew there would be no result.

The him at this moment is the real him, without the emotion and personal color of "Ye Mosheng".

He feels that he is very humble, whether it is academics or love, they are humble existences.

So he likes to write novels. His books are full of sadness, decadence, and poison.The poison took away a large number of readers, leaving only a small number of people.Maybe the same sadness and the same pain.

If it weren't for the buyout, he would still have to rely on his family's money to support himself.

Although everyone thinks that it is natural for parents to support you in college and buy you a wedding house, Ye Mosheng feels only guilty and sad. He has grown up and has his own hands and feet. People pity beggars, but they hate those with healthy hands and feet beggars.

It's just that the person who gnaws on the old is not a kind of beggar. It's just that the donor has become your parents, parents who will always pay for you.If a person treats you well once, you will burst into tears of gratitude. If someone treats you well all your life, you will turn a blind eye, or even get annoyed or angry.

How many people just turn a blind eye to the love of their parents and take it for granted?If, if you are not their child, what are you in their eyes!
Even farts are exalting you.

In this thought, Ye Mosheng fell into a deep sleep.

Eleven looked at Lao Wang who was quietly leaning on his shoulders, his body tensed: what is he going to do, does he like me...

What should I do if he hugs me?

If dear...

The tip of the nose is full of a man's strong breath.

With a slight snore.

This... Uncle fell asleep?
Eleven boldly adjusted the angle and hugged Ye Mosheng into his arms.

The two men were wrapped tightly in loose clothes.

The uncle is very skinny, even thinner than me.

He must have suffered a lot of grievances and trauma, and his songs also carry sadness.

"I stumbled..."

Eleven hugged Ye Mosheng and hummed softly.

The wind blowing by the river carried a charming breath, spinning in the air, and little bubbles appeared in the water from time to time, and the two fish chased each other.

The reflected lights in the water are slowly going out...

The couple hugging by the river is so beautiful in the moonlight.

Eleven is drunk in this moonlight, with a smile and happiness.

The shadow in my heart became clearer and clearer.

A guitar, a hat, and a black suit.

　Thanks to qiyu for the recommendation ticket
　　


(End of this chapter)