A song about a southern girl made her ex-girlfriend cry on the judges' bench

At the beginning of the second semester of his sophomore year, Fan Ying had just arrived at the dormitory when he saw his roommate Li Da lying on the bed like a dead dog, looking as if he was dying.

Fan Ying found it a little funny and went up to him and slapped him on the butt.

"Why, you don't like school starting? The winter vacation of more than a month is not enough."

Li Da said with a gloomy face while rubbing his buttocks:

"It’s not about the start of school, it’s about Zhou Ningqing, she announced that she will temporarily withdraw from the entertainment industry!"

"Oh? Why?"

Fan Ying was a little surprised.

He had just written a song for Zhou Ningqing, making her famous in the streets and alleys. Now should be the rising period of her career.

Li Da said:"She said she would spend a year to focus on studying. I don't believe it anyway. Many people on the Internet suspect that she has a conflict with the company and is being targeted by insiders!"

Fan Ying did not respond, but searched for relevant news on Weibo.

Zhou Ningqing acted very calm in the video. When the reporter asked why she retired, she answered that she wanted to complete her studies.

The company she signed with also issued a statement, the content of which was the same as what Zhou Ningqing said���Almost, it means respecting her choice.

Of course, the statements issued by these companies are generally not very credible. I am afraid that only the person herself knows what happened.

Could it be that she was really hidden?

Chen Fei suddenly interrupted:

"I think it's mostly Zhou Ningqing's own idea."

"She is the same age as us and is also a sophomore. Aren't sophomore and junior years the two years with the most courses? It's a good thing that she can settle down and learn more in school."

Hearing him say this, Fan Ying also opened up a new idea.

Indeed, Zhou Ningqing participated in a talent show in the summer after the college entrance examination, and has been active in the public eye since then. I'm afraid she hasn't had a few formal classes in school.

The ultimate goal of students studying in art schools is nothing more than to become famous, and Zhou Ningqing has achieved this goal. Even if she doesn't go to class, the school will not find an excuse to expel her, but now it's different from usual.

After the most dazzling ethnic style became popular, her fame reached a new high. Not only did she gain a firm foothold in the first-tier cities, she could also compete with some less active veteran superstars.

But her qualifications are too shallow after all, and it's not an exaggeration to call her a half-wild person. If she doesn't learn some knowledge systematically, the road ahead will only become more and more difficult.

Zhou Ningqing made a lot of money for the company, and the company is willing to put it aside temporarily. This cash cow was probably ready to help her become a superstar.

In other words, this was a long-term investment for the company.

In the following days, there was really no news about Zhou Ningqing on any of the major platforms.

Fan Ying originally thought that he would completely calm down and enjoy his college life, but for some reason, he always felt restless inexplicably, as if something was missing.

Could it be that he had fallen in love with her?

How is that possible?

Fan Ying immediately rejected this dangerous idea.

Liking Zhou Ningqing was the original owner's mentality. He had never met Zhou Ningqing, so how could he like her?

In order to divert his attention, he simply filled his daily activities, learning to sing, learning musical instruments, and even signing up for several foreign languages.

After returning home for the holidays, he was still not idle. Every day he went to Qian Xiaopeng's recording studio. Running is to practice mixing and arranging at home.

Especially for mixing, there is no fixed template. No matter how you mix it, it cannot be said to be wrong, but some finished products are good-sounding, and some are just so-so. It’s the same as composing music. No matter how you arrange the melody of a song, it can’t be considered wrong, but some songs are good-sounding, and some songs are just mediocre.

Qian Xiaopeng usually not only takes recording work, but also dabbles in mixing and arranging. After listening to a few of Fan Ying’s finished products, he looked at Fan Ying as if he was a monster.

Good man, writing songs can’t satisfy you now, right? You even want to steal your own job?

This is really true. People who are better than you are still working hard, and he is afraid that he will never catch up in this life.

Qian Xiaopeng completely chose to lie down!

Before going to bed at night, Fan Ying accidentally noticed the wooden Guitar.

This was bought by him, or the original owner, before the college entrance examination. Because it was second-hand, he only spent more than 500 yuan at the time.

Later, he went to college, and usually used the electric guitar given by his teacher. Occasionally, when he went home to record songs during the holidays, he would borrow a guitar directly from the teacher's classroom or Qian Xiaopeng's recording studio.

After all, the instruments there are professional, the sound sounds crisper, and the recording effect is better.

This guitar is no longer of much use to him now.

It is impossible to throw it away. Instead of leaving it at home to collect dust, it is better to put it on a second-hand platform and sell it to someone in need.

The price is 200 yuan, which is comparable to the price of cabbage.

In fact, this guitar just looks a little old, but it does not affect its use. Fan Ying did this in the hope that it could be bought by someone who really likes music but is relatively tight.

If he is really unlucky, he will catch up with a second-hand dealer who makes a profit from the price difference, or someone who does not know how to cherish musical instruments, and he can't do anything.

Not long after, someone sent him a private message through the platform, and after asking a few simple questions, he paid very readily.

Fan Ying and the other party were in the same city, so they agreed to pick up the phone near Century Square tomorrow afternoon, where Qian Xiaopeng's recording studio was.

As soon as he agreed to the other party, he saw a beep on QQ, which had been silent for years. He clicked on it and saw that it was a classmate group called"Forever Class 8".

"Classmates, we will have a dinner at Piaoxiang Pavilion Restaurant at 12 noon tomorrow. Those who are free should come on time. Those who are not free should postpone their current work. Come as much as possible. We have graduated for two years. We should get together if we need to, otherwise our relationship will fade over time!"

The speaker was Zhang Deyang, the group leader and the high school class monitor.

He has a good relationship with the class. Several people responded to the group, which is usually not very active.

"Don't worry, I'll be there on time at 12 o'clock tomorrow!"

"I have something to do at home, so I may be late. I will try my best."

"Brother Yang has spoken personally, how can I not go? I can refuse to give face to anyone except Brother Yang!"

Everyone was talking and laughing, and for a moment it seemed as if they were back in high school.

Fan Ying seemed to have little interest in this. He didn't have any impression of these classmates. After all, there were still a few months before the college entrance examination after he traveled through time. During that period, he was busy reviewing, so how could he have time to build interpersonal relationships?

Of course, he would not say directly in the group that he would not go and spoil others' fun. He just pretended that he didn't see the message. After all, many people change their QQ numbers after entering college.

The next day, he spent a few hours in the recording studio and was about to order a bowl of noodles nearby. After eating, he would hand over the guitar to the seller. Suddenly, a surprised voice came from behind him.

"Fan Ying?"

Fan Ying turned around and saw a dark and thin boy. When the boy saw him, he jumped over like a monkey, put his arm around his shoulder and said:

"Are you also going to the class reunion?"

Fan Ying recognized him. His name was He Yan, and he had a pretty good relationship with the original owner. Basically, whenever the teacher called the name of the students to stand in the corner, they would be there. They were like-minded.

"I won't go."

Fan Yingcai didn't like to join in the fun, but He Yan kept pulling him.

"Let's go, we haven't seen each other for several years!"