Quick travel: after being possessed by the monster system

"When I had insomnia, I would listen to some music. My brother's singing was very nice and very good, but I felt that my brother's version of "Xingzhou" was still too sad and not suitable for people with insomnia, so I sang it myself. A cheerful version of "Sing Chau"."

"Wanted to see if I could help you."

Lin Qing explained.

Wen Xingzhou's eyes fell on Lin Qing's slender fingers. Lin Qing's fingers had distinct knuckles, which perfectly matched the slender jade fingers described in the book.

What concerned Wen Xingzhou even more was the voice recorder in her hand.

He stepped forward and squatted down, taking the recording pen from Lin Qing's hand.

He stood up, took a deep breath, and pressed the switch.

"I am searching for the direction of light, chasing the despair of stars. I reach out far away and touch the void. Tears are flowing in my eyes... Don't be afraid of getting hurt. In distant places, there are stars in the sky. As long as you have dreams, you can eventually find the colorful sky. Light………"

The voice of a woman singing a cappella was light and graceful, like a lingering spring breeze, refreshing the heart and mind.

The sound is as graceful and moving as the cry of an oriole.

The songs are sometimes joyful and sometimes resolute, as if you can see a smiling little girl who encounters setbacks, becomes more courageous in the face of difficulties, and finally overcomes them.

Wen Xingzhou was completely intoxicated by Lin Qingru's trickling and melodious singing. Until the end, he was still immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself.

"Jian Zhou, what do you think of my singing?" Lin Qing could not see Wen Xingzhou's expression, but the too quiet air made her feel uneasy.

Although this version is the one she feels most satisfied with after singing it countless times.

But that was just what she thought. Only he knew what Jian Zhou was thinking.

Wen Xingzhou's hand holding the recording pen was still trembling slightly. His eyes when he looked at Lin Qing were full of surprise and disbelief.

"Lin Qing, do you know? Your voice is really perfect. I think you are a born singer!"

Because he was so excited, Wen Xingzhou's voice still had a vibrato when he spoke.

Wen Xingzhou felt from the bottom of his heart that Lin Qing was born to be a person suitable for singing.

Her voice, her voice, everything about her was so perfect, so perfect that he couldn't help but fall deeply into it just listening to the songs Lin Qing had recorded, completely immersed in the music world brought by Lin Qing.

Lin Qing was embarrassed. She lowered her head with shyness on her face.

"My singing is not as exaggerated as you said. I think my brother's male version is much better than mine. I can only say that my singing is a little better than ordinary people."

Lin Qing said modestly.

"No, Wen Xingzhou's "Xingzhou" is so successful because of the joint creation of people, equipment, teachers and tuners. If one of them is missing, "Xingzhou" may not be successful."

"But you, Lin Qing, are different. You used the most ordinary equipment to record a cappella singing. There is no other thing to complement it. Your voice is the most original and real thing."

"Do you know how crazy music players would be if they discovered your voice? Your voice is simply the miracle they dream of."

A voice kissed by an angel is nothing more than that.

"Lin Qing, you are really suitable for music."

Although those who play music also need capital, Wen Xingzhou feels that Lin Qing's voice can completely defeat all capital.

As long as her voice is heard, the pearl cannot be hidden in the dust.

Capital can only give way to absolute strength.

Lin Qing didn't expect Jian Zhou to praise him so highly, and his face turned red after being praised.

"I just don't know what I can do in the future. Your words just gave me ideas. It seems that I can really pursue music in the future."

Even if she doesn't follow the path of pure music, Lin Qing plans to do something related to music.

In fact, she just had a prototype in her mind, and she was going to start implementing it in the near future.

When he heard that Lin Qingzhen planned to pursue music, Wen Xingzhou couldn't help but feel worried.

After all, music is also part of the entertainment industry. The entertainment industry has always been a mixed bag, and Lin Qing's previous life was too simple. Shouldn't he have said those guiding words just now?

Wen Xingzhou suddenly became annoyed and wanted to slap himself.

"If you enter the music industry, it is equivalent to entering half of the entertainment industry. You..." Wen Xingzhou hesitated.

"Jian Zhou, I know what you mean. I want to be closer to my brother, and this will not waste the talent God gave me."

Lin Qing said with a slight smile.

In fact, Lin Qing was well aware of Wen Xingzhou's worries.

Since she chose to enter this circle, she naturally has the means to defend herself. She is not a real little white rabbit and will be slaughtered by others.

Besides, if she didn't join that circle, Lin Qing would be just an ordinary amateur, and no one would listen to her.

Qiao Chuqi kept explaining on the Internet at that time, telling others the truth she knew, telling those disappointed stars and passers-by who didn't know why, that Wen Xingzhou was not the kind of person reported.

Their brother was punished by his opponent, and those things were all fake.

Qiao Chuqi's endless explanations had no effect except being ridiculed by black fans.

Her words were drowned in the Internet without any echo.

If she were not an ordinary person, even if she was a small internet celebrity, her words would still be heard by some people.

Of course, at that time, more people would think that the internet celebrity wanted to be famous and was trying to gain popularity, and would probably bully her online.

Lin Qing wants to become famous. With fame, her words will be heard by more people.

"Wen Xingzhou is no longer in the entertainment industry. Even if you choose music, the chance of being in the same circle as him in the future is extremely small."

Wen Xingzhou didn't want to throw cold water on Lin Qing, but since that incident, he had not had any activities.

Of course, there were also directors, producers and people in the circle who had good relationships with him in the past who offered to give him a hand, but Wen Xingzhou didn't want to implicate them.

"The small chance does not mean there is no chance. He will come back one day."

Lin Qing touched her hand in Wen Xingzhou's direction. Wen Xingzhou was standing far away, so her touch came up empty.

"What are you doing?" Wen Xingzhou stepped forward and grabbed Lin Qing's arm.

"If you want anything, I'll get it for you."

Wen Xingzhou didn't know what Lin Qing was looking for.

Lin Qing broke away his arm, then followed Wen Xingzhou's arm, slowly touched his broad palm, and took his hand.

"I don't take anything. I don't know why you are so pessimistic, but Jian Zhou, we can see hope while we are alive. The stars will only disappear for a few days when the weather is bad, but they will not disappear forever."

Wen Xingzhou stared blankly at Lin Qing, who looked determined in front of him.

He held Lin Qing's small hand in his hand and wrapped Lin Qing's hand in his big palm.

Feeling the constant warmth coming from his palm, his heart became hot.

"Lin Qing, you are right, the stars will never disappear."

"Lin Qing, thank you for your music too."

Thank you even more for your silent support for Wen Xingzhou. Without you, Wen Xingzhou might have completely turned into a mess, or he might have died quietly in a dark night.

As for those netizens, the only news they read is: A certain movie star, unable to bear the condemnation from netizens, chose to commit suicide at the age of 32.

"As long as it's useful, I'm afraid I won't be of any use to you."

Lin Qing sincerely hoped that he could sleep well in the future.