Zhang Yanming has never thought about making money by extracting songs from memory, and it is impossible to make money.

In this era, pirated copies are everywhere, and even some singers make money by selling their own pirated copies.

Moreover, I have no foundation in this field, and I can’t even record and sell it myself. There are only so many resources in the industry, and they can’t be put online in the hands of others.

Don't even think about movies and TV, that requires more than just money. You can try investing in it.

Write a book. Physical books are in their final stages of madness. The Internet era is about to arrive, and physical books will be wiped out. The prosperity of online literature will have to wait at least five or six years.

Besides, you can’t just get a physical book if you want. You can’t submit it if you don’t have the chance to write it. For the same reason, you don’t have the resources.

Do you think that those who become famous are those who write good books and are favored by others? That is because people have resources there. This is the way this society is.

However, this is a path that can be chosen in the future. Although it is impossible to copy it, I have read so many books and it is no problem to write according to the outline of the subject matter. Zhang Yanming is not shy in terms of writing skills.

He wrote online articles in his dream.

And that's not all, is it okay for me to get involved?

Continuous thoughts flashed through his mind, and as his thinking, memory and reality merged at an accelerated rate, he just sat on the sofa and fell asleep.

…

Moist, warm and soft lips were placed on his mouth. Zhang Yanming stuck out his tongue and licked it completely unconsciously, and then he woke up.

Li Wulan smiled and ran aside.

"You guys are back. Where have you been today?" He glanced outside, his eyes full of twilight. He had slept for several hours, and his stomach was growling in protest. He hadn't eaten lunch yet.

"I went to visit Xiafei Road. They are all beautiful and delicious. There are a lot of foreign things there, but they are too expensive. Julie bought some."

"You are not willing to give up?" Zhang Yanming looked at Li Wulan with a smile and asked.

"It's not the case. Oh, we don't need it at ordinary times. Let's show it to someone to wear it in our little place. Besides, we are not short of money now. We will buy it when we have money later. You can buy it for me."

"Okay, when the money comes out next year, I will go shopping with you and buy whatever you want. Did you eat out? I forgot to eat lunch. I fell asleep when I came back and sat here."

"We ate. There are a lot of snacks in the restaurant over there. Then why don't you go down to eat, or call me over?"

"Would you like to eat more? Have they gone back to the room?"

"No, it's in the cafe down there. They really like to drink that crap."

"We have different habits, just like we have nothing to do to drink tea. Just order food delivery. If you don't want to move, you won't eat anyway."

Li Wulan went over to call for service and asked for some food for him.

As a result, Li Wulan ate another meal, chattering and dancing about shopping while eating. It was also difficult for her. She didn't know how to communicate with two foreigners who stayed with her all day long.

The strange thing is that she still finds it interesting.

After the waiter collected the tableware, cleaned the room, and opened the doors and windows to ventilate and let out the smell, Smith and Angelina hadn't come over yet. Zhang Yanming looked at the time, closed the windows and doors, and stayed with Li Wulan and the other two. Watching TV on the sofa.

The room was quiet, only the TV was playing.

Old wainscoting, old table lamps, old beds and sofas, accompanied by charming beauties, the night outside the window is getting darker.

In a trance, everything seems to have stopped, silent in the long river of time, but everything is so fresh and vividly presented in front of my eyes.

I can't tell you what it feels like. At this moment, Zhang Yanming is peaceful. Yes, I didn't use the wrong word. He is comfortably immersed in life, feeling, or rather experiencing, an inexplicable warmth.

"You don't even listen to me." Li Wulan leaned back in Zhang Yanming's arms, stretched out her hands to pinch Zhang Yanming's face and shake it.

Zhang Yanming smiled and pinched the bridge of her nose.

Then somehow the four red lips naturally fit together, touching carefully, kissing tenderly, gently absorbing and giving each other.

They convey warmth, desire, love and pampering to each other, as well as attachment to each other.

"How long are you going to stay here?" Li Wulan asked Zhang Yanming softly, stroking the sweat from his forehead.

"Two or three days, then I'll go all the way back and show you around."

"Well, I want to see gardens, small bridges and flowing water, and people's houses. I also want to see the Confucius Temple, the Forbidden City, and the Garden. There are also delicious food, hehe."

"Okay, anyway, I'm just waiting now and there's nothing else to do, so I'll go back to playing slowly, watching and eating slowly."

"Um, do you still have enough money? Don't spend it all."

"That's enough, you don't need to worry about this." Zhang Yanming lowered his head and kissed Li Wulan on the forehead, receiving a passionate kiss in return.

"Don't." Zhang Yanming raised his head and backed away: "I found that you are a guy who gets angry easily, and your body can't bear it."

Li Wulan glanced sideways at Zhang Yanming. This charming look made Zhang Yanming's heart skip a beat. He coughed to divert his attention: "Would you like some water?"

He got up and poured a glass of water, then poured another glass for Li Wulan and brought it over.

"Have they bought their house?" Li Wulan asked as she took the water glass and drank.

"Almost, we're almost done talking. We're waiting for arrangements over there. It's across the river, not far from the TV tower. You can see it from here."

Li Wulan got off the bed and walked to the window with a water glass: "Where?"

The smooth back reflected the light under the lamp. Zhang Yanming took a shirt and put it on her: "It's just across the way. Have you seen the tall TV tower? To the left of the TV tower, there are just a few tall buildings over there. There. , easy to find." He pointed.

"Is there a countryside across the way? It looks a bit desolate and feels like a suburb. How to get there? Take a boat?"

"It used to be a suburb, but now it's under construction. If you look back in two years, you won't say so. The development of this place is the action of the state, and it will be very fast. Now you have to go faster by boat, and it's a bit circuitous to drive. It is expected that a bridge will be built in the future .”

"how do you know?"

"Newspaper, a national-level new district is going to be built over there, and the traffic must keep up. Didn't you see that there are construction sites across the way? Well-informed people have already started taking action."

"What does that have to do with us? Can we still stay here and not go back?"

"If you were asked to stay here and never go back, would you be willing?"

"I don't know, I haven't thought about it. I feel like all my relatives and friends are at home and I don't have any acquaintances here. I must be having a bad life. There's not even anyone to talk to or go shopping with."

Zhang Yanming nodded. He understood this kind of thinking. Most Chinese people actually have this habit, which can also be called tradition. Family, family, and friends, this is life.
Chapter completed!