Chapter 63

He wrote two more songs?

Not only Mo Yan, Lin Yao, who was listening to the two people talking on the phone, also looked at Fang Xiaole in surprise.

When did he write it? Did he just write it recently?

Wow, I knew he was very talented!

I really want to listen to his new song!

With stars in her eyes, Lin Yao instantly turned into an infatuated fan.

Fang Xiaole didn't notice Lin Yao's expression. While apologizing to the original authors of the two songs, he said to Mo Yan on the other end of the phone:

"Yes, sister Mo, I have a good inspiration recently. I just wrote two songs."

Mo Yan vaguely smelled the meaning of Fang Xiaole's words, and his tone was more polite:

"Mr. Fang, what do you mean..."

Fang Xiaole calmly said, "I want to give these two songs to Lin Yao."

"Ah! Sister Yao, sister Yao, do you hear that? Assistant Fang, oh, no, Fang planned to sell you two songs, so don't you get together the songs of your new album? "

Fangfang was so excited that she took Lin Yao's arm and shook it. Seeing that sister Yao was held by someone, it was very exciting. In fact, she was also very anxious.

Mo Yan was much calmer, but the other Xiaole's name changed again: "teacher Fang, you asked Lin Yao to come to you just to let her listen to the song first?"

In Mo Yan's opinion, although the roof is very good, it can't guarantee that the two new songs are of the same high quality, and it depends on Fang Xiaole's quotation.

Mo Yan remembers clearly that Lin Yao bought the roof at a high price of 400000.

"Yes, sister Mo, if Lin Yao likes it after listening to it, these two songs are hers." Fang Xiaole replied.

"Then thank Mr. Fang first. I won't bother you talking about music. Next time I come to Kyoto, I'll invite Mr. Fang to dinner."

Mo Yan shouted very smoothly one by one, as if the previous alienation and vigilance had never happened.

"OK, sister Mo, do you want to talk to Lin Yao? OK, sister Mo is looking for you. "

Fang Xiaole handed Lin Yao his mobile phone.

"Sister Yan." Lin Yao took the mobile phone and immediately heard Mo Yan's whispered advice:

"Yao Yao, I can rest assured of you in terms of music taste. If you really like it after listening to it, remember not to make an offer first. We'll discuss it later in the evening. Anyway, Fang Xiaole has promised to give priority to selling these two songs to you."

Mo Yan, out of the habitual thinking of his agent, put Fang Xiaole's sentence "if Lin Yao likes it, these two songs are hers." It is understood that Fang Xiaole is willing to give priority to selling the song to Lin Yao.

"But..." when Lin Yao was about to speak, Mo Yan said, "OK, that's it. President Chen asked me to talk about things. Remember, don't rush to make an offer."

Mo Yan then hung up the phone. As she walked to the office of the boss of Tianhai company, she recalled Fang Xiaole's performance during the call just now.

"This young man feels quite calm and talented. He matches Yao very well... Unfortunately, female artists must not fall in love."

"Look at the score first."

In the rented house, Fang Xiaole took out two Ci and Qu scores and handed them to Lin Yao.

"Meet?"

Lin Yao took over and saw the name of the first song. She couldn't help looking up at Fang Xiaole, lowered her head, and her cheeks became slightly red.

Meet

Is this about my meeting with him?

"The accompaniment of this song is mainly guitar and piano. I'll play and sing it on the guitar first. Listen to it."

"Yes."

Fang Xiaole sat on the chair, holding the guitar.

Lin Yao held her cheeks in her hands and looked at him for a moment. She looked focused and obsessed.

Wow, he seems to shine when he plays the guitar!

As Fang Xiaole's fingers moved, a soft and melodious melody came out. After a soothing prelude, he gently sang:

Hear, winter leave~~

I woke up in a certain month~~

I think, I wait, I look forward to it~~

As soon as the lyrics of the third sentence were exported, Lin Yao's eyes gradually coagulated.

I think, I wait, I expect... Isn't that me?

Left, right, look forward~~

How many turns does love have to take~~

What kind of dialogue will I have when I meet someone~~

I'm waiting for someone. How far is he in the future~~

Then, the more Lin Yao listened, the more she felt that this song was written for her, and every lyrics seemed to poke into her heart.

He knows, he knows?

But he couldn't say it, so did he write this song for me?

I met you was the most beautiful accident~~

One day my mystery will be solved~~

......

At the end of a song, the sound lingers.

make love!

"Wow, your song is so beautiful!"

Fangfang applauded first, then said with regret: "it's a pity that your voice is a little broken. If we sister Yao sing, it's definitely the sound of nature!"

Fang Xiaole put down his guitar and reluctantly said to Fangfang, "are you praising me or hurting me?"

"I don't mean that. Anyway, this song is very suitable for sister Yao, right, sister Yao?"

Fangfang turned her head and was startled: "sister Yao, why are you crying?"

"Nothing..."

Lin Yao turned her head and raised her hand to wipe the tears that kept falling from her eyes. She was a little embarrassed.

When she heard the sentence "I met you was the most beautiful accident", she was completely sure that Fang Xiaole wrote the song for herself. A very strange feeling filled her heart.

The heart pounded wildly, inexplicably sweet, and the lacrimal gland was out of control.

"What's the matter? Is it a foot ache? Or back pain? "

Fang Xiaole saw that Lin Yao's tears couldn't stop flowing down. His heart ached inexplicably. He quickly took the paper on the table to her and squatted down with concern.

"No, I just... I'm so moved. Thank you."

Lin Yao took this box of paper and took several paper towels to wipe away the tears on her face. Fortunately, she went out today, otherwise her makeup would have to be spent.

"That's good. You're welcome."

Fang Xiaole breathed a sigh of relief. He thought Lin Yao was thanking him for his timely delivery of paper towels, so he casually said that he was welcome.

He didn't know that Lin Yao was thanking him for writing this song for her and his intention to write a song for her.

"Do you like this song?"

Fang Xiaole asked. Seeing a small tear hanging tenaciously on Lin Yao's chin, he pulled a paper towel to help her wipe away her tears.

Lin Yao was stunned, then lowered her head, and two shy red clouds appeared on her face.

Fangfang beside was stunned. What happened just now?

Why did sister Yao let a man wipe her tears?

And their movements look so natural!

Usually this kind of work doesn't belong to me?!

"Well, I like it very much."

Lin Yao lowered her head and answered softly.

Fangfang is afraid that sister Yao will shout another 400000 when her brain is hot, so she can't be scolded by sister Yan?

So she preempted each other's little music and said, "Fang planning, you and sister Yao are so familiar friends, you have to give us a discount!"

"It's impossible to discount." Fang Xiaole shook his head.

"What?!" Fangfang opened her eyes: "Fang planning, you can't help being considerate. Our sister Yao is for you..."

"No discount is required." Fang Xiaole smiled at Lin Yao.

"Because this song is for you."