What should I do if it catches fire before I debut?

"I'm just curious about what you said to Mr. Gu yesterday."

Shen Chuxia sat on a chair, looking at Lin Nan who was sitting in front of the computer.

"You were there and heard everything I said. If you forget, don't ask me. I'm not your repeater."

Lin Nan shook his head: "Also, don't talk now, don't bother me, I have something to do."

Hearing Lin Nan's words, Shen Chuxia became angry for a while.

She was full of doubts and incomprehensions.

Yesterday, I received a call from the principal of No. [-] Middle School, which really scared Shen Chuxia a lot.

When she hung up the phone, she felt dizzy for a while.

But after thinking about it, Shen Chuxia didn't understand why the principal of No. [-] Middle School valued Lin Nan so much.

Is it really because of that so-called modern poem?

It doesn't look like it at all!

It makes no sense at all!

Isn't he chatting with Mr. Gu? When did you mention poetry?

Shen Chuxia couldn't figure it out.

However, Lin Nan's address and phone number have been communicated to Sun Zhaojun, the principal of No. [-] Middle School, through the communication between Tang Huimin and Lu Dan.

As for what will happen next.

Shen Chuxia could only wait and see.

"You still don't pay attention to me, I don't pay attention to you."

Shen Chuxia sat there, muttered something, picked up the earphones, and didn't look at Lin Nan who was sitting there.

She also doesn't care what Lin Nan is tinkering with.

On the phone, there was still that wandering singer singing "Someone Like Me".

This small video clip was repeated by Shen Chuxia over and over again.

She can't remember how many times she has listened to it, never getting tired of it.

It's a pity that there is only one part of it, and there is no full version.

"Compared to him, you are a scum."

Shen Chuxia glanced at Lin Nan in front of the computer, shook her head, and focused on the few clips on the phone again.

Lin Nan turned on the computer and searched for the process of releasing songs on the platform.

"Let's go on the QQ music list."

Among the two platform choices of cloud music and q music.

Lin Nan chose the latter.

Because the group that Lin Nan was in before became popular all of a sudden after hitting the charts for a few songs through QQ Music.

Although Lin Nan didn't say anything, there was always a feeling in his heart that he wanted to compete.

Follow the process to register a singer.

Except for the singer named Lin Nan.

Lin Nan did not fill in other information, and the photo was also an empty profile picture.

He released all four songs, "Nan Shan Nan", "Ugly", "The Girl Tells Me", and "Someone Like Me".

It's fast.

when you click upload.

Lin Nan still had a strange feeling in his heart.

All this is done very quickly.

After the four songs were released, Lin Nan sat there and refreshed for 10 minutes in a row.

But no one came to listen to the song.

This made Lin Nan a little disappointed, and he couldn't help but feel uneasy.

Will it catch fire?

Chapter 84 The Rise of Folk Songs

"Hello everyone, we have officially started this issue of folk song inventory. During this period of time, many new folk songs have emerged in the music circle, such as "Our Wind", "That Tavern", and "Snow in the Mountains". They are all incredible works.”

"Well, now let's appreciate them one by one."

In a small room.

The fat man, who is a little fat, but with a very happy face, said this to the camera, and saved the video of the recording.

His name is Xiong Zhuo, and as a video up host, he has been devoting himself to the discovery of folk singers.

But in this era, there are too few people who like folk songs.

One of the most important reasons is that most folk songs are not so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

in other words.

In the folk song world, there is not a single ballad that can be played.

After editing those songs one by one into the stocktaking video, Xiong Zhuo leaned back on the chair, lit a cigarette, stared at the computer screen in front of him, dazed.

"These songs sound okay, but I always feel that they lack something."

"That won't work. Why isn't there a single singer who came to save the entire folk music world?"

Xiong Zhuo sighed.

His phone rang at this moment, and Xiong Zhuo picked it up.

"Hey, Xiongzi, I didn't tell you to give up your so-called folk song dream and follow us to make an inventory of meteor music?"

"With your music literacy, you can earn traffic in minutes, and with traffic you can make money. Why do you have to be determined to compete with folk songs?"

"You used to make "Weekly Inventory of Best Songs", and the traffic was so hot, why did you stop doing it all of a sudden?"

"You have stopped updating for so long, I believe that as long as you are willing to take another look at it, your traffic will come back in no time! And I can also help you contact some singers who want to be on the list, and they are willing to spend money now. "

There was a lot of persuasion in the voice of the man on the other end of the phone.

"Old dog, it's not that you don't know that I make music for my dreams, and I always believe that folk songs will rise one day."

Xiong Zhuo's tone was firm: "I used to make an inventory of fine tunes because I didn't figure out what I wanted. Later, I realized that in my life, I will pursue my dream. My dream is folk songs! Folk songs will never slave!"

"I know that folk songs may rise, but before the rise of folk songs, you don't even have the money to buy pants, and you can't even afford to eat if you watch an inventory video with only a few hundred hits per issue. dream?"

"Don't say anything else, just talk about your underpants, is there any air leakage?"

The people over there also don't give face at all.

"fart!"

Xiong Zhuo was furious: "I haven't worn underpants for a long time!"

"What's wrong with men not wearing pants? Is it shameful?"

He put down his phone angrily.

The room fell silent again.

He turned his head and looked out the window.

It was raining outside the window.

The rain was pattering, splashing on the glass.

This is summer rain, thunder gods burst, and the cool wind does not stop.

Xiong Zhuo sighed and doubted himself: "Should we really give up folk songs?"

He looked at the screen, those songs that he pulled out to take stock, and those songs were still in the earphones.

Indescribably greasy, there is no special shining point, some are just indescribably dull.

Correct.

It is dull.

"This year's folk singers can't do it."

He shook his head and turned on qq music casually.

On qq music, I found a special area for releasing new songs.

Here, there are some new songs that have just been released.

In the past, Xiong Zhuo would always look here to see if there were any new singers uploading new songs.

In his opinion, the song that can lead folk songs out of the current predicament in the future should be a little-known novice.

There are not so many rules and regulations, and there are not so many constraints.

Only in freedom can one experience spirituality.

But for such a long time, Xiong Zhuo has never been able to find that one-in-a-million guy.

and so……

Where the hell is he.

Xiong Zhuo glanced around, feeling a little hungry, and was about to take off his earphones to cook some instant noodles, when his eyes suddenly fixed on the screen, and he let out a small sigh.

"Nan Shan Nan?"

He looked at the song, and subconsciously glanced at the singer behind the song.

"Lin Nan?"

"A singer I've never heard of."

He moved the cursor up: "This person doesn't even have an avatar, he should be purely a music lover."

Xiong Zhuo muttered to himself, but he was not disappointed.

For example, the songs written by some well-known singers, the melody or lyrics may be good, but most of them are too crafty and lack agility.

On the contrary, this new singer may be a little worse in terms of melody and lyrics.

However, there may also be rare spirituality in it.

"Let me listen to it and see what kind of song Nan Shan Nan is."

"It's better not to be dull to the point of disappointment again."

Xiong Zhuo scratched his back, feeling a little itchy.

He adjusted his sitting posture and clicked on the playback.

It was just out of curiosity.

But after the first sound...

Suddenly, Xiong Zhuo's eyes widened!

He felt...

He felt what was coming, everything he had expected and waited for.

tune.

lyrics.

The stories carried in every sentence instantly made Xiong Zhuo tremble all over.

In Xiong Zhuo's mind, a woman instantly came to mind.

That year, that day.

He is just a music critic, relying on the program "Weekly Inventory of Best Songs", he stands out among countless up hosts.