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"This is my aunt." Seeing Zhao Fusheng coming out, Mu Qingqing took the initiative to introduce her.

"Mu Qingwan."

The woman's voice sounded very pleasant, as if there was no trace of fireworks, but the imperceptible indifference between the corners of her mouth caught Zhao Fusheng's eyes deeply. At that moment, he seemed to have found the The feeling of facing Mu Qingqing before, but under such a cold tone, this fleeting illusion can't help but arouse his emotion as if it was a lifetime away.

"Hi, I'm Zhao Fusheng."

Politely nodding to Mu Qingwan, Zhao Fusheng asked directly: "What's the matter, please speak directly."

"you……"

Mu Qingwan frowned slightly. Before she came, she had heard from her niece that her classmate's personality was a bit weird, but she never expected that it would be so weird.

"Mu Qingqing should have already said all about the situation. I don't know music, and I just write songs for my own entertainment, so if you want to buy them, composing the music will probably be a troublesome thing." Zhao Fusheng said calmly.

"No problem, as long as you can prove that it's your song, it's not a problem." Mu Qingwan said.

Zhao Fusheng shrugged: "You don't need to ask me about this."

"Ok?"

Obviously, Mu Qingwan didn't quite understand Zhao Fusheng's words.

Zhao Fusheng laughed calmly: "A song costs several thousand dollars, do I have to lie to you?"

Mu Qingwan remained silent, what Zhao Fusheng said was the truth.

This is [-], not [-]. More importantly, Zhao Fusheng is just an ordinary college student, and he has never written a complete song before. In other words, he is in the music circle, It is a pure newcomer, a newcomer who is too new to be new.

Therefore, this song is only worth a few thousand dollars at best, and this is the fundamental reason why Zhao Fusheng is somewhat uninterested.

Speaking of which, Zhao Fusheng especially admires the protagonists in those time-traveling novels. Every song can be exchanged for a house, or worth hundreds of thousands or millions. Not on it.

Any song, no matter how high-quality it is, can be called a divine comedy. Before it passes the market test, it is only a good song at best. Whether it is a producer or a singer, they may think the song is good, but before it is released, who would dare to listen to it? Guaranteed that the song will be a hit and pay big bucks for it?

More importantly, the person who created this song is a newcomer who has no previous works to prove himself.

Zhao Fusheng can only say that the gap between novels and reality is that novels can be written casually, but reality must follow certain rules.

"Since this is the case, then I won't bother you, we will find someone to compose the music ourselves." Mu Qingwan took a deep look at Zhao Fusheng and said lightly.

Zhao Fusheng was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "Okay, since Miss Mu has a way, then I don't need to bother."

While talking, he took out a piece of paper: "Here are the lyrics."

"Okay, 5000 yuan, happy cooperation." Mu Qingwan took the lyrics, put them in her handbag, took out an envelope from the bag, and handed it over.

Zhao Fusheng was quite surprised, the price was not low, after all, it was just a newcomer's work, and he only bought the lyrics of a song.

From the looks of it, this should have something to do with Mu Qingqing.

Sure enough, Mu Qingqing nodded with a smile: "You accept it, you're welcome."

Zhao Fusheng didn't say much, took the envelope and said, "Thank you."

In any case, I have accepted the love of others, and I always want to express my gratitude.

For the sake of the 5000 yuan, Zhao Fusheng thought about it and asked Mu Qingwan, "You really don't need my help to compose the music?"

Mu Qingwan frowned slightly, and looked at Zhao Fusheng with a mocking look: "Don't you know how to compose..."

Zhao Fusheng was startled, and then laughed. It seemed that he just thought the lyrics were good, and he still couldn't trust himself in composing the music.

If that's the case, then he can't afford to have a hot face and a cold butt.Shaking his head, Zhao Fusheng shrugged: "It's okay, I'm talking too much."

Mu Qingqing opened her mouth to speak but stopped, but seeing her aunt's expression, she still didn't dare to speak.

Watching Mu Qingwan and Mu Qingqing, who were called aunts and nephews but looked like sisters, leave, Zhao Fusheng smiled, turned and went upstairs.

Chapter 80 Shocked Parents

Zhao Fusheng can actually understand Mu Qingwan's choice. After all, in her opinion, she is just an outsider. Someone who can't even compose music can't be considered a member of the music circle.

It is precisely because of this reason that Mu Qingwan's idea is very simple, just buy the lyrics with money, and then leave.

As for the composition, she didn't think Zhao Fusheng could sing very well, although Mu Qingqing said conclusively that the song she heard Zhao Fusheng sang was really good.

"Silly girl, you are not a professional, so you don't understand." Mu Qingwan said seriously to her niece.

Looking at her aunt, Mu Qingqing shook her head with a serious expression on her face: "But when he sang, it was really good, it was a shocking feeling."

"Shock?"

Mu Qingwan smiled slightly: "You know what shock is. Well, don't worry, Auntie will definitely find the best composer to compose this song."

Mu Qingqing looked at her aunt helplessly. She naturally knew that her aunt's personality was like this, and things she had decided would not be easily changed. But the problem was that she was the first person to hear Zhao Fusheng sing this song. That shocking feeling that made people burst into tears made Mu Qingqing really not believe that someone could write a more beautiful melody than Zhao Fusheng sang.

"Auntie, otherwise, can you send me a copy of the finished song and let me listen to it?" Mu Qingqing thought for a while and asked Mu Qingwan.

"Okay, okay, I'll follow you." Mu Qingwan pampered her niece's head and said with a smile, "You girl, are you not reconciled?"

"It's not that I'm not reconciled, but I really think he sings very well." Mu Qingqing said seriously: "Besides, there is still a feeling that I still have something to say."

"Okay okay, I got it."

Mu Qingwan didn't take this seriously at all, and waved her hand: "Come on, aunt treats you to dinner, let's have a big meal."

While talking, she smiled and pulled Mu Qingqing into the car, and the black Santana drove away, disappearing into the campus.

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If Zhao Fusheng knew about the conversation between Mu Qingqing and Mu Qingwan, he would definitely look at Mu Qingqing with admiration. In fact, in the memory of Zhao Fusheng's previous life, the song "Prose Poems Written by Father" indeed had two versions.The former is a girl version, while the latter is a cello version.

Zhao Fusheng originally planned to say it, but seeing Mu Qingwan's attitude, he thought for a while and swallowed the words that came to his lips.

He's not a philanthropist, Mu Qingwan obviously doesn't take herself seriously, and Zhao Fusheng doesn't have that kindness.

After returning to the dormitory, he turned on the computer and maintained the background of the website. Zhao Fusheng felt that it was necessary for him to rent a room outside the school. Otherwise, it would be troublesome to keep the computer in the dormitory all the time.

But this matter is not in a hurry, after all, there is still more than half a month before the start of school.

At noon, Zhao Fusheng planned to go to the library to borrow a few books, but Zhao's father sent a message to his son, saying that he would come to the school with Zhao's mother in the afternoon.Zhao Fusheng thought about it, and guessed that his parents should come to inspect the supermarket, so he didn't go to the library, but waited for his parents to come over in the dormitory.

Sure enough, at one o'clock, Zhao's father and Zhao's mother came downstairs and asked the dormitory administrator to call Zhao Fusheng downstairs. He hurriedly packed his things, took his bank card, and in his arms the money he got from Mu Qingwan in the morning. 5000 yuan in cash, and hurried out the door.

"Stinky boy, what are you doing in the dormitory all day?" Mother Zhao glared at her son and said dissatisfied.