When the live broadcaster caught up, Wang Shen was checking the newly appeared in the starry sky of consciousness. The light of this star was still very weak, but Wang Shen could feel the energy it contained.
He can absorb the energy of astral light, use it for himself, and turn it into extraordinary power.
However, the light of the stars is very weak now, and Wang Shen is unable to specifically stimulate its special effects.
"Is there anything wrong?" He looked at the host who was chasing him and asked strangely, reaching out to sort out his mask.
"Brother, your song is so good!" the young man asked excitedly, "I, I listen to this song as if I recalled my experiences over the years..."
As he said these words, the singer took off his glasses and gently rubbed his eyes. It turned out that he had already moistened the corners of his eyes.
Wang Shen was a little surprised and felt incredible. No, although this song is indeed excellent, the original singer once sang Da Mi Mi to cry, but with my singing level, can you even be moved and cry?
Because I was too nervous just now, I obviously played several notes wrong, and my singing was a little out of tune.
The song can successfully light up the stars all depend on the excellent song itself, it has nothing to do with my performance!
"It makes you laugh. I have been working hard to become a singer over the years, but I have been unable to open up the stars and gather fame. After listening to your songs, I feel deeply moved and can't help it..." The young man quickly explained.
People in this world can gather fame and open the starry sky to gain extraordinary power, but just like not everyone can be a star, there are only a few people who can truly awaken fame and gain extraordinary power, and most of them still have ordinary lives. This anchor guy has a talent, but he has bad luck and hard work, but he has never received any reward. For him, this song to relieve sorrow is like a tailor-made for him, making him feel resonant.
It just sang to his heart!
"So that's how it is." Wang Shen suddenly realized that Mao Buyi sang this song for the first time in a talent show, and made a big splash. This guy might really be in a similar state of mind to him at that time.
"Did you write this song? I have never heard of it before. Is it called Xiaoshou?" the live broadcaster continued.
"Yes, it is called Xiaoshou." Wang Shen answered the singer's question, paused slightly, and continued with a little embarrassed look, "I feel it, I just wrote it."
"You just wrote it!?" The young man was stunned by Wang Shen's words and couldn't help but feel respectful.
Wang Shen nodded indifferently, and could vaguely feel the intention of the young man to catch up with him, so he made a look ready to leave: "Thank you for lending me a guitar just now, but I want to go to eat now, and I'm so hungry..."
"I'll treat you, I'll treat you to dinner!" The young man said hurriedly.
"How can you be so embarrassed?" Wang Shen looked polite.
"No, please let me invite you!" The singer was very determined and subconsciously reached out to stop Wang Shen, fearing that Wang Shen would slip away.
"Since you are so enthusiastic, I'm not polite." Wang Shen said helplessly, turned his head to look at several restaurants near the square, and pointed casually, "I think this noodle restaurant is good... You can just treat me to a bowl of noodles, I won't agree if there are more!"
"Please be sure..." The young man wanted to continue begging, but as soon as he said that something was wrong, he looked stunned, "Ah? Oh, okay."
Wang Shen had already walked towards the noodle restaurant on his own.
The guy hurriedly chased after him.
...
In the noodle restaurant, under Wang Shen's strong protest, the live broadcaster ordered a table of food. Wang Shen chatted while cooking, and quickly understood the guy's past.
The guy's name is Tang Ling. He stayed in a bar on weekdays and would go to the streets to sing live broadcasts in his spare time. He just turned 20 years old and liked to sing since he was a child. He wanted to debut as a singer. However, his appearance was average and he had no professional training. He only had a unique voice.
With conditions like him, it is even more difficult to make a name for himself in the entertainment industry today.
If you meet a "big lyricist" like Wang Shen, you can't wait to seize the opportunity.
"Brother, what's your name? You must be very famous if you can write such a song casually, right?" Tang Ling told her experience and asked carefully. Wang Shen wore a mask from beginning to end. Even when he was dry, he just pulled the mask down to his chin and lowered his head so that others could not see his handsome face.
"My name is Wang Shen." Wang Shen swallowed it voraciously and said in his mouth.
He decided to use his old name again in this world, so naturally he was not afraid of being leaked. He continued: "But I don't have much fame, you probably haven't heard of me."
"How is it possible!? How could a person who writes such songs casually have no reputation?" Tang Ling was surprised, but he was extremely familiar with the major songwriters. He had never heard of the name Wang Shen. He said urgently, "You... have you already lit up the starry sky? Wang Shen... isn't your real name?"
"Wang Shen is indeed my real name, but it is normal that you haven't heard of my name before, because I have not had a past that I can't look back on, alas." The story has not been compiled yet, and he stopped continuing to say this. He just sighed with emotion, and then threw a look at Tang Ling that he knew what he understood.
Keep going to the dry meal.
Tang Ling was even more surprised. He couldn't bear to look back on the past? Did Brother Wang encounter something? He was so powerful that he could write a song like "relieving sorrow" at will. The loneliness and talent in this song could not be concealed... His past cannot be unknown!
But I haven't heard of this name myself.
Could it be that he was...
Tang Ling thought of a possibility and suddenly opened her eyes wide.
"I don't want to mention the past, just have a meal." Wang Shen said immediately when he saw Tang Ling's appearance.
Tang Ling took a deep breath and suddenly felt that Wang Shen was even more mysterious. He quickly picked up the drink next to him and poured a glass of Wang Shen.
Wang Shenran took it indifferently, but he was very confused.
What did he think of...
But no matter what, self-persuasion is indeed the most deadly.
After a meal, Wang Shen felt much more comfortable. He wiped his mouth with a tissue, put on the mask again, looked at Tang Ling, and began to think in his heart: "I don't have a penny on my body now, why do you ask to borrow money from Tang Ling? But I don't even have an ID card. Even if I borrow money, I'm afraid I can't find a place to live. I have to solve the identity problem first. For the time being..."
Tang Ling settled the bill, but Qingxiu hesitated on her face. She walked to Wang Shen and said, "Brother Wang, where do you live? I'll send you back."
"I just arrived in Jiangzhou and I was unfamiliar with the place. I didn't know where to go. I couldn't get used to staying in the hotel." Wang Shen seemed to say casually, and his tone changed quickly, "Xiao Tang, thank you for treating you, I won't disturb you much, let's say goodbye..."
"Wait a minute, Brother Wang." Seeing that Wang Shen was about to leave, Tang Ling hurriedly chased after him, "Since Brother Wang, you have no place to go, then why not go to my house and spend some time together."
"Isn't this good?" Wang Shen looked polite.
"There is nothing wrong with it. Brother Wang, you are so talented, I'm very happy to know you." Tang Ling said quickly.
"Since you are so enthusiastic, I'm not polite." Wang Shen then agreed with helplessness and said seriously, "I'll just sleep on your sofa. I won't agree to let me sleep on the bed!"
"please……"
Tang Ling wanted to speak but stopped, and a trace of doubt suddenly appeared on his face. Why did he seem to have heard of this conversation?
This suddenly made a hint of hesitation flash in his heart. Is this brother Wang a liar, right? He was still wearing a mask, as if he was afraid of being seen... But Tang Ling's hesitation quickly disappeared again.
Chapter completed!