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Chapter 36 Flowers that long for sunshine

Lin Yao tilted her head, her beautiful eyes rolled around, and finally came up with a new statement:

"Oh, that's right. Later, my friend thought that the song was not suitable for his singer, so he didn't buy it. I've heard that song and thought it was suitable for me."

"So that's how it is."

The little assistant was finally fooled, but she couldn't make the decision even if she was so big at buying songs.

"But Sister Yan's side..."

"It's okay, it won't make it difficult for you, I told Sister Yan."

Lin Yao picked up her cell phone and dialed Mo Yan's phone number.

"Hey, Yaoyao, why are you so early?"

Mo Yan's voice didn't sound completely awake.

"Sorry, Sister Yan, I forgot that it's only six o'clock now."

Lin Yao stuck out her tongue, then coughed lightly, trying to make her tone more serious:

"I found a song that suits me very well. I want to buy it and include it in a new album."

"Really? Who wrote the song?" Mo Yan suddenly felt energetic. She stayed in Kyoto this time to talk to the company about Lin Yao's new album.

The difference between Lin Yao and the company lies in the quality of the last three songs in the album.

The company wanted to release the album as soon as possible so that Lin Yao's popularity could be cashed out, but Lin Yao felt that the quality of the last three songs was not good and she didn't want to give in.

Now Mo Yan is under a lot of pressure. While comforting Lin Yao, she is not in a hurry, and mediates with the company's senior management, while trying her best to invite songs everywhere.

If Lin Yao can handle these three songs by herself, it will naturally be the best result.

"It was written by a bar singer, but it sounds nice and I think it's very suitable for me."

Lin Yao replied in a low voice.

"Bar singer?"

Sure enough, Mo Yan's interest suddenly dropped by half.

She thought Lin Yao had found several well-known songwriters in the industry, or had met Hong Sanshi through the show, and asked him to write a song.

The result is a song written by a bar singer, which is not very attractive.

"Sister Yan, that song is really nice. I sang it once. I think it's better than other songs on the album. Believe me!"

Of course, Lin Yao could hear the disappointment in Mo Yan's tone and quickly explained.

"It's really that good?"

Mo Yan rarely hears Lin Yao praise songs written by others like this. She still trusts Lin Yao's professional ability and can't help but regain interest.

"Well, really, I promise you will like it if you hear it."

"Okay, do you have the contact information of that creator? Let me talk to him." Mo Yan finally agreed to talk.

"No need, Sister Yan, I have already contacted that person. We have made an appointment to meet today."

Lin Yao suddenly became excited, but her tone was still very serious, and she looked like she was talking about serious things.

"It's quite fast, Yaoyao, you're really concerned about the new album this time."

Mo Yan joked: "If you are so capable in the future, then I should be unemployed."

"No, I don't know what to do without Sister Yan. Then Sister Yan, will I go to meet that singer today?"

Lin Yao flattered and then expressed her true purpose.

"But didn't you have a foot injury?"

"Don't worry, it's almost done. Besides, isn't there Fangfang?"

"Okay, please be careful with your own safety. Remember to ask the other party if you can record a touch so that the company can refer to it."

"I understand, goodbye Sister Yan!"

Lin Yao hung up the phone, and her pair of peach blossom eyes were smiling like red phoenix eyes. Seeing Fangfang looking at her, she immediately sat up straight.

"I finally got a new song, great."

"Sister Yao." Fangfang suddenly said, "I think you have really changed a lot recently."

"No, where has it changed?" Lin Yao asked strangely.

"You used to be quiet and didn't like to talk, but now you've become laughing and cheerful, just like that."

Fangfang frowned and thought for a long time, and finally said:

"A little flower longing for sunshine finally found its own sun."

Lin Yao's heart skipped and she quickly interrupted Fangfang: "What, are you writing the lyrics."

"Oh, maybe I'm thinking too much." Fangfang also felt a little funny and quickly changed the topic: "When will we go to meet Assistant Fang?"

"I don't have his phone number, and I promised that he called me yesterday." Lin Yao looked at the time and it was only 6:30: "It might be late."

So Fangfang "drives" Lin Yao back to the bedroom and lets her rest for a while.

But Lin Yao couldn't sleep at all. She lay on the bed and widened her eyes, waiting for Fang Xiaole's call to call.

Finally, while the anxiety and anxiety and worrying about gains and losses, the phone rang out the incoming call.

...

...

“Is it a little too early to call people now?”

In the rental house, Fang Xiaole came back from practice in the morning and took out the note of "Miss Corpse" before taking a shower, and dialed it out according to the number on it.

I glanced at the alarm clock beside the bed and it was only 7:40.

Why am I a little impatient today?

This morning he got up at 5:50 to go for morning exercises. He finished his breathing in the park, and then ran along the old street, and passed by the old house that night again.

Somehow, he stopped for no reason and climbed up to the roof of the old house.

After sitting on the roof for a while, all kinds of thoughts came in my mind, but it seemed that I had nothing to think about. It was not until the first ray of morning light in the sky that shone through the clouds, and then I got off the roof and hurried back to the rental house.

Sitting on the bench, Fang Xiaole was still a little confused.

Is that bottle of wine that can only be taken out to taste when I can't hold on. Will it become an inexhaustible wine cellar?

Or just being self-indulgent?

What's more, I just have the dirty thought of not wanting to work hard, and want to use other people's fame to pave the way for myself?

In the end, Fang Xiaole decided to call Lin Yao as agreed.

No matter what, let’s meet and talk about it today.

When the phone dialed, a gentle and mellow song rang out. Fang Xiaole could hear it. This was Lin Yao's voice.

Is this her song?

It sounds quite nice. If you have time, please find some songs from her to listen to, so as not to reveal the next time you are blowing each other in business.

The pleasant singing sounded for a long time, but no one answered the phone.

It was probably too early, it was because he was abrupt. Fang Xiaole was about to hang up when the opposite side suddenly connected.

"Hey?" For some reason, there seemed to be a hint of trembling in the soft voice.

"Sister Yao, why are your feet again?" There was a raucous voice next to her, probably her female assistant.

"Hello, is it Lin Yao?" Fang Xiaole asked politely.

"I am Lin Yao, you, are you Fang Xiaole?"

Before Fang Xiaole could speak, Lin Yao had already said his name.

Why do you feel like she can't wait?

Fang Xiaole scratched his cheeks, and must have thought too much. The two had been in contact with each other several times, and it was normal for the other party to hear his voice at once.

"It's me. Yesterday you said you had something to talk to me. What's the matter?"
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