“These are the words from my father's~ diary.”
“These are the prose poems left behind by his life~ left behind.”
…
When Fang Yuan sang.
Images of his father and mother appeared before his eyes.
The father in his memory was not good at expressing himself.
He was usually silent and serious.
The mother in his memory was very “kind”.
Every time exam results came out.
She would chase me with a cleaver…
This song didn't have any very complex techniques.
No fancy or convoluted language.
Nor any high notes he couldn't handle.
Only the most real descriptions of life scenes.
Yet it made everyone present cry.
“Simple and unadorned words are the most moving. I haven't heard a song that makes people cry in a long, long time.”
Li Jian's eyes welled up with tears: “Fang Yuan, you've once again refreshed my perception of you. I thought you were the type of singer with a super high-pitched voice, but I didn't expect you to be able to write such heartfelt songs.”
“This song, ‘Father's Prose Poem’, is emotionally delicate. Of all the singers present, I'm the most suitable for it.”
“Fang Yuan, if you're willing to part with it, I want to buy this song. And I want to change the lyrics, to make them suitable for my age.”
Han Hong pulled out a tissue to dab at her tears, “Sigh, this song reminds me of my own father. Actually, I can sing this song too. Fang Yuan, sell the song to me, no matter how much Li Jian offers, I'll pay more.”
“Huh? Teacher Han Hong can't do that. You're making everyone say who's more suitable to sing it?”
Li Jian panicked.
Zhang Bi Chen burst into tears and laughed: “Two teachers, aren't you going to ask how much Fang Yuan charges for writing a song?”
How much?
Singers like Liu Huan, Sun Nan, and Tan Wei Wei all looked at Fang Yuan at the same time.
Zhang Liangying revealed her price: “To tell the truth, to buy Fang Yuan's ‘Left Finger Points at the Moon’ tonight, I paid according to the price of Fang Wen Shan, a top lyricist in the industry, 8,000 yuan per word, lyrics + music, a total of 3 million yuan.”
Wow!
The price isn't low!
The singers were shocked.
“According to Fang Yuan's level, he's worth it. One song, lyrics and music included, 3 million yuan, it's actually okay.”
Liu Huan recalled: “I remember Fang Wen Shan wrote a song, ‘Huo Yuanjia’ for Jay Chou, just the lyrics alone were 3.87 million yuan, that was ten years ago.”
Li Jian thought about it carefully, gritted his teeth: “Fang Yuan, I won't count the number of words in the lyrics, direct package price, lyrics + composition, the price is the same as Zhang Liangying's, 3 million yuan, how about that?”
Cough, cough, cough…
Zhang Bi Chen, who had just taken a mouthful of draft beer, choked on it.
Brother!
Are you here to pick up money?
【Joy Value +288】
Fang Yuan was secretly delighted.
I didn't expect you singers to be so generous.
3 million yuan right off the bat.
This is way faster than making money from acting!
“I'll offer 3.2 million yuan!”
Han Hong raised her hand to bid.
“No, Teacher Han Hong, why are you bidding?”
Li Jian clasped his hands together: “Please have mercy. Why don't you ask Fang Yuan to write another song for you. You're a high-pitched singer, ask Fang Yuan to write a super high-pitched song for you, next week's competition, you'll shock the whole network!”
“Hmm… that makes sense.”
Han Hong waved her hand generously: “Forget it, I'll let you have this song.”
“Fang Yuan, do you have any more? Show us a couple more.”
Tan Wei Wei was full of anticipation.
Tonight was the Hunan TV station's victory celebration banquet.
Fang Yuan didn't want to steal the show, so he said: “How about this, give me some time. I'm going to stay in Xingcheng and record songs with Sister Bi Chen these next two days, we can talk about it later.”
“Okay, okay, okay, no rush, creation takes time.”
Han Hong raised her glass: “Come on, everyone, leaders and friends, let's drink freely. I'm so happy to meet Fang Yuan tonight, we're not leaving until we're drunk.”
“Not leaving until we're drunk~”
Ding, ding, ding, ding~
…
Everyone celebrated until midnight.
The victory celebration banquet ended.
Hunan TV station sent cars to take the singers and judges back to their hotels.
Fang Yuan, Zhang Bi Chen, and Zhang Liangying were the singers who had just come to Xingcheng to challenge.
The three of them were arranged to stay at the same hotel.
It was located on the banks of the Xiangjiang River.
During dinner.
Fang Yuan received video calls from Na Ying, Baby, and Fan Bingbing one after another.
It wasn't convenient at the time, so he hung up.
After returning to the hotel, he replied one by one.
Na Ying and Baby had already fallen asleep.
Fan Bingbing called immediately.
“You little brat, is the victory celebration banquet over?”
“Yes, girl, Dad just got back to the hotel, are you still filming?”
“Go to hell! Who are you calling girl? Whose Dad are you? You try calling me that again?!”
“We're just saying, if you can't afford to lose, then don't bet next time, okay?”
“I like to gamble, so what? It's none of your business~.”
“I seriously doubt whether our initial bet still counts.”
“It's just the Golden Rooster Award for Best Actress, can you stop emphasizing it, you little chatterbox. Your godmother keeps her word, you don't need to keep reminding me every day.”
“But you didn't keep your word today. You said if I won the challenge, you'd call me Dad for a month, but you…”
“Dad! Dad! Dad! Are you satisfied? Are you happy? I can't stand you!”
“Haha~, my daughter is so good. Let me tell you some good news, Dad sold another song tonight, 3 million yuan.”
“What the hell? You've been drinking, haven't you? You're dreaming!”
“Don't believe me, ask Teacher He, Han Ge, Na Jie. Li Jian bought it.”
“Holy crap!!! That means, you sold two songs on this show and made 6 million yuan in extra income?”
“It's not 6 million yuan, Hunan TV also rewarded me with 1.5 million yuan.”
“Cough, cough, cough…”
“And Teacher Han Hong and Teacher Tan Wei Wei also want to ask me to write songs. I didn't have time tonight, we'll make an appointment for the next two days. I guess the price will be around 3 million yuan as well.”
“Cough, cough, cough…”
“Daughter, if things go smoothly, Dad plans to start a company in the second half of the year, come and work with me.”
“Stop it… you little bastard, stop… let me catch my breath… You're a freaking money machine…”
“I'm going to bed. Get some rest, daughter.”
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