Just as he was talking, Fang Zhiqiang suddenly heard the melodious sound of guitar coming from next door, and then heard Huang Wanting's singing.

Night is a person's grand carnival, looking far away, but the dark night blocks the wings of longing, what is it that renders a person's loneliness into a starry sky, needless to say, tonight I only drink and talk with loneliness...

Fang Zhiqiang was fascinated as he listened, and his heart seemed to calm down a lot. Fang Zhiqiang smoked quietly and listened, then stood up and walked directly over. Huang Wanting's door was not closed.

, obviously, it was opened specially for him.

Fang Zhiqiang walked in and was locked in by the door. He walked to Huang Wanting's room and stood against the wall, listening to Huang Wanting sitting there holding a guitar and continuing to sing.

Who is who, you are who, who is yours, only loneliness is your own. Huang Wanting continued to sing.

Fang Zhiqiang was stunned. It turned out that what Huang Wanting said to him just now were the words in her song.

Huang Wanting sang seriously, and Fang Zhiqiang listened carefully and just leaned against the wall.

He suddenly felt that this girl was beautiful.

Can you play? After Huang Wanting finished talking, she handed the guitar to Fang Zhiqiang.

I listened to it accidentally last time, and this is the first time I heard it. I can’t remember it. Fang Zhiqiang shook his head.

This is a piece of music. Huang Wanting took out a sheet of music from the shelf next to it and gave it to Fang Zhiqiang.

Fang Zhiqiang looked at the handwritten music score in surprise and said: Handwritten?

Yes, this is a song I wrote myself. I wrote the music and lyrics randomly. Huang Wanting nodded and said.

Fang Zhiqiang was not polite and took the guitar handed over by Huang Wanting. He also sat at the table, strummed and tried the sound.

It seems like she really knows how to play. Huang Wanting said with a smile.

Fang Zhiqiang ignored Huang Wanting, looked at the music score, and then started to play, and then he sang along: Night is a grand carnival for one person, his eyes want to travel far away, but the dark night blocks the wings of longing,

What is it that renders a person’s loneliness into a starry sky? Needless to say, tonight I will only drink and chat with loneliness. Who is whose, who is yours, who is yours, only loneliness is my who and who

…

While singing, Fang Zhiqiang suddenly shed tears. I don’t know why, but while singing this song, he remembered the happy time he had with Nie Qian, and the period after Nie Qian left quietly.

Every day, every night when he was alone in bed, he thought of the blank stares and insults he had suffered when delivering express delivery. Tears flowed out of his eyes as he thought about it.

Isn’t that exactly what he said? In this world that is becoming more and more indifferent and materialistic, who must belong to whom, and who is yours? Who is yours? Everything is just an unknown,

No one knows that after today and tomorrow, you will still be someone else’s, and someone will still be someone else’s. Only loneliness belongs to you forever.

After Fang Zhiqiang finished singing, he gently put down the guitar and said with some embarrassment: Sorry, I haven't played it for a long time, and the first time I played this piece, I made two mistakes.

No, you play very well. It can be seen that you have practiced specially before. The most important thing is that you sing well, better than me. Perhaps, this song itself should be suitable for boys to sing. The sound

The low tone sounds more meaningful, and more importantly, you sang it very emotionally. I gave this song to you, do you want it? If so, take this sheet of music. Huang Wanting pointed to the sheet of music on the table and said

.

Gave it to me? What does this mean? Fang Zhiqiang was a little stunned.

This song is composed of lyrics and composed by myself. Do you know that it has the copyright? I give it to you so that you can sing this song in the future, and I have authorized it for you. Otherwise, if you sing it without my permission, it will be forfeited.

infringing.

Fang Zhiqiang burst into laughter and asked: Did you write all these songs for your performance in the nightclub? I didn’t expect that you are also a talented creative woman.

No, I have never sung any of these songs, at least not performed on stage. Huang Wanting shook her head, and then sorted out her entire music score.

Huh? Fang Zhiqiang was completely surprised this time.

I like music and singing. For me, although these songs can be regarded as creations, they are actually the sustenance of my own soul. These things record my heart. Music is what I love, and there is nothing I can do about it.

, I can only make money by singing and singing, but I will not sell my heart for a living. How will I be different from my friends who are prostitutes?

I will never let them be tainted by money. I have never performed them on stage, at least I will not sing them in such a place. Not only because of the money, but also because there are several people there.

People who appreciate music and understand music only have wine and sex in their minds, and music in their minds is just a tool to promote wine and sex. Huang Wanting shook her head and said lightly.

Fang Zhiqiang was completely surprised and looked at Huang Wanting blankly.

What's wrong? You don't recognize me? Do you think I'm stupid? Huang Wanting looked at Fang Zhiqiang and asked.

No, I used to call myself a young artist, but now I realize that you are the real young artist. Fang Zhiqiang said with a smile.

It doesn’t matter whether you praise me or scold me. Whether you are an artistic young man or a sexy young man, everyone has their own bottom line and principles in their hearts, and they have the most precious things in their hearts. For me,

Music and soul are my most precious things. Even if I die, I will not touch them. Huang Wanting said calmly, and then said: How are you? Are you feeling better?

Do you think that song is a healing song? Your song is obviously a sad song.

It seems to be the case. How about you play this? I wrote it a year ago. The rhythm is relatively cheerful. Although it is not healing, it should make me feel better. Huang Wanting opened her own sheet of music again.

He pulled out one of the cards and placed it in front of Fang Zhiqiang.

Wait, wait a moment, let me try it out first. I haven’t played it for several years, so I still have to get used to it when I start playing it directly to the score.

You play, I sing, and I guide you. Huang Wanting said nonchalantly.

Afterwards, Fang Zhiqiang sat on a stool holding Huang Wanting's guitar and sang, while Huang Wanting sat directly on the table in front of her and sang with Fang Zhiqiang, while Fang Zhiqiang played and sang with her.

Time suddenly slipped away so quietly, neither of them noticed. While playing and singing with Huang Wanting, Fang Zhiqiang suddenly forgot everything, including Nie Qian, Li Xiaoxiao, and the damn Sammy International.

During the work, he and Huang Wanting stayed together in Huang Wanting's music and Huang Wanting's soul.

Every song written by Huang Wanting is not that complicated. Both the lyrics and the music are relatively simple. However, after losing too many technical and commercial things, every song and tune is the simplest, purest and most direct.
Chapter completed!