Wan Qian has seen many people like Li Rui.

Isn’t it just a playboy who jumps up when he sees a beautiful girl because he has some beauty or financial resources?

Wan Qian originally thought Li Rui was quite pleased with her, but since she came here, it would be meaningless.

Sorry, our best friends gathered together and didn’t want to chat with strangers. Wan Qian said coldly.

Li Rui smiled and said: Miss Wan, I actually just want to tell you that I have heard of your two albums, but they are not very good.

Wan Qian widened her eyes, unable to believe her ears.

How come there are such an impolite person in the world!

Her best friend was also shocked and said angrily: Hello, what's wrong with you? Can you speak? Is it so good to you? What does it have to do with you?

Li Rui continued: How many songs do I have in my hands suit you very well? I wonder if you are interested?

Wan Qian said calmly: I'm not interested!

Li Rui put down a piece of folded paper and said: This is one of them. If you are interested, you can call me. I won’t disturb your best friend’s gathering, I hope I will have a chance to see you again. After saying that, I waved my hand and turned around and left

No dust is taken away.

My best friend stared at Li Rui's back and put her hands on her hips in anger and said: What a bastard!

Wan Qian snorted coldly: Do he think this is very handsome and will attract my attention?

My best friend nodded and said: 80%!

Wan Qian snorted coldly and stood up and said: I'll go to the bathroom

In the bathroom, Wan Qian stared at herself in the mirror.

She is already twenty-eight years old, not a little girl anymore, and she is full of desire and expectation for the future and career.

Her family is well off and can give her a lot of resources, but for some reason she just can't become famous.

Wan Qian herself knew that those two music albums were really not very good. Both her singing skills and lyrics and music quality could not achieve the desired effect, but she still barely released them.

Although she won several awards that were not painful, she had no popularity, and no one even knew that she was a singer.

What should I do? Wan Qian asked Mirror, but Mirror did not give an answer.

After a brief makeup, Wan Qian returned to her seat, but found that her best friend was holding a piece of paper and watching it seriously.

What are you looking at? Wan Qian asked.

My best friend murmured: That guy's song

Wan Qian frowned: Why don’t you throw it away?

My best friend looked up and his eyes were filled with light: Want, look!

I don’t look at it! Wan Qian disliked Li Rui’s annoying appearance.

But my best friend insisted on handing over the paper: You must take a look! I think this is the song I wrote for you!

Wan Qian hesitated and took it over: What?

Her eyes fell on the paper, and there were lines of handwriting flying dragons and phoenixes, which seemed to be written in a hurry and could only be vaguely identified.

【Leaving home at about the same age,

You can call Tianya just a few miles away from home.

Learn from others' clever words and find various role models in books.

Always prepare for all kinds of tragic tragedy】

The first paragraph touched Wan Qian's heart.

When she was very young, she left home to dream of becoming a singer and went out alone.

This experience has developed her today's unsightly and simple temperament, but it has also made her lose many emotions worth cherishing.

She often feels that no one knows her.

But today, she saw herself on a piece of paper given by a stranger.

The young girl with a young face held her backpack tightly. She wanted to cry, but she kept her tears in her heart.

The beautiful girl looked out the window stubbornly, as if she could see her hometown thousands of miles away. She was obviously thinking about her mother very much, but she was so stubborn that she refused to say a word.

The staggering Miss Wan was running between the set and the recording studio, cherishing every opportunity. When seeing all kinds of people, she had to swallow her teeth with blood even if she knocked her teeth off.

She even suspected that the words on this piece of paper were written to her now.

Read more.

[I respect you so seriously all over your body,

The mountains and rivers are far away and they are still struggling.

I respect you, my heartbreaking and a kiss deep,

The dark clouds roll and the job is still coming.

I respect you so sincerely,

Life and death are in a state of measure.

I wish you that there are swords and shields when you are gone,

The fallen leaves are still on the battlefield alone]

Wan Qian was shocked, and her hand holding the paper was too hard and trembling.

Wan Wan, why did you cry? Your best friend was shocked.

Only then did Wan Qian realize that the corners of her eyes were wet and two lines of hot tears were shed.

She wanted to control her tears, but she felt like she had turned on the faucet and couldn't stop it.

It's like crying all the loneliness, loneliness, sadness, and joy over the years in one breath.

She didn't want her best friend to see her tears, so she lowered her head to cover her face.

It’s like burying your head in the quilt and unwilling to be seen by anyone in a lonely and home-written night.

It took a long time before she wiped away her tears, and the makeup she had just put on was all spent.

My best friend whispered: The first time I saw you crying so sadly

Wan Qian took a deep breath and said: The lyrics are written so well, I can't control them.

My best friend said: Well, I also think this poem is like it is tailor-made for you. Do you think that guy is waiting for you here?

Wan Qian thought for a while and said: Do you think it's possible? I don't seem to be so popular, right? Besides, our party today was decided temporarily, how could he be

Do I have fans? Wan Qian said with a wry smile.

My best friend thought about it and shook her head honestly and said: I'm afraid there isn't.

Then what's going on? Wan Qian leaned on her chin, her face full of confusion.

How about calling him? My best friend asked.

Wan Qian hesitated a little: I don’t think he looks like a good person!

My best friend covered her mouth: Apart from her stinky mouth, everything else is OK. Look at this word, the bad guy probably can't write it.

That may not be a beautiful article. There are many people with bad character in the world. Wan Qian disdains it.

Then don’t contact me. My best friend grabs the paper and throws it away.

Wan Qian quickly snatched it back: Don’t throw it away.

My best friend laughed and said: I feel different. If you are embarrassed, I will contact you to see if he has any other songs in his hand.

Wan Qian refused to answer, which was considered acquiescent.

My best friend took out her cell phone and made a call, and suddenly became stunned: Never mind, your tears

Wan Qian looked down and saw that her tears just now fell on the paper, and she blurred the last two digits of the phone number, and she couldn't tell what the number was.

She smiled helplessly and said: Maybe God doesn't want me to become famous, since I don't have the fate, let it go.

My best friend thought for a while and said: Isn’t it just two numbers? I started trying from 00, but I don’t believe I can’t find him!
Chapter completed!