After successfully purchasing the song, a music score appeared in the inventory of the object space, and Li Fan took out the music score from the object space.

Then I thought about it, found paper and pen, and copied a new copy of the music score.

If there are other people around, Li Fan can not take out the music score and expand it directly in the storage space to view it. He can also copy it.

After copying, Li Fan looked at it. He could understand the lyrics but couldn't understand the song. Then Ye Qingxian should be able to understand it?

Put away the copied music score and ignore it for the time being. Will you get the huge 100,000 yuan tomorrow? It depends on it.

...

The next day, almost the same as yesterday, in the lounge of Huancai Pavilion yesterday, Lin Jia said: "Sister Xian, do you think he will come? Could it be that he was just pretending to behave yesterday, and he wouldn't come today, right?"

Ye Qingxian said: "I don't know either, but I feel he should come."

Lin Jia said: "I think he will most likely not come."

As he was speaking, a knock on the door came, and Li Fan appeared at the door again, just like yesterday.

"It's really here." Lin Jia was quite surprised.

Ye Qingxian glared at Lin Jia, then stood up and said to Li Fan: "Young Master Li is here, welcome."

Li Fan smiled and came to the seat I had sat down yesterday, took out the music score, and said, "I brought the work here, Miss Ye, let's take a look first. If you think it's appropriate, we will make a deal."

"Ah? Oh... OK." Ye Qingxian almost didn't keep up with the rhythm. She didn't expect Li Fan to be so straightforward and without any nonsense.

Lin Jia was also surprised, and his beautiful eyes stared at Li Fan for a long time.

After Ye Qingxian took the music score, she unfolded it, and Lin Jia hurried over. She was very curious about asking for 100,000 songs that sold singing rights. What exactly does it look like?

Both of them read the lyrics first. This is a habit. Is a song good? The lyrics are very important.

"I am a fox that has been practicing for thousands of years,

Thousands of years of practice, thousand years of loneliness.

When it's late at night, does anyone hear me crying?

In the dim lights, can anyone see me dancing?

…”

Neither Ye Qingxian nor Lin Jia could take their eyes off. They looked down one by one, and they looked very slowly, as if they were reluctant to finish reading the entire lyrics in one go, but they seemed to be a little reluctant to read it down.

They couldn't bear to see the sad songs of a loving woman.

Well, maybe it can't be said to be a tragic song. The woman should be very satisfied if she could finish her last dance in front of her beloved person.

But, can her wish be satisfied?

Maybe, maybe not.

She has already loved so humble and infatuated, but...what is it useful?

The vows that once said that they would last forever have turned into nothingness.

The most miserable person in the world is the infatuated person.

This is a lovely song. Why do some people write such songs? It makes people sad and sad.

Is it love too deeply? Or is it hurt too much?

Finally finished reading the last lyrics, Ye Qingxian closed the music score, but did not speak for a long time, and Lin Jia did not speak either.

Li Fan sighed in his heart. Although this was just a song, he knew that there was such a passionate woman in the world.

She was lucky to have a man who could make her so infatuated, appear in her life.

She was the most sad thing, she could only watch the man she loved deeply, putting on a wedding dress for another woman.

Luck is the most saddest. This is the ruthless teasing of fate, with only a sigh.

After a long time, Ye Qingxian said softly: "Mr. Li, I bought this song, only the singing rights are purchased for 100,000 yuan."

Lin Jia didn't say anything, her eyes were already a little red. She was in her youth and perhaps she had loved someone deeply.

Li Fan also said softly: "Ms. Ye will make a decision after watching the song?"

Lyrics are very important, but sometimes the song is more important. If the lyrics are just good and the song is not very good, the lyrics can be reduced by several levels in an instant after singing.

The perfect fusion of lyrics, songs and meanings is a truly good song.

Ye Qingxian shook her head and said, "No need, just the lyrics are worth it. Besides, the songs of those who can write such lyrics will naturally not be bad."

Li Fan nodded, saying this makes sense, and said, "Ms. Ye is so happy, the deal is done!"

Ye Qingxian then opened the music score again and planned to read the music. It was not that she didn't believe in the music, but that she wanted to know what kind of music would such a sad lyric?

Ye Qingxian cannot compose her own music, but she can understand the music score.

While watching and thinking, he asked for a while: "Is the main instrument of Gongzi playing this song Tao Wu?"

When Li Fan heard this, I'm sorry! He's quite professional, he's better than me.

The main instrument of this song "White Fox" is indeed Tao Wu.

Taowu is one of the oldest musical instruments in the Chinese nation, with a history of more than 7,000 years. It is not far from the Jiahu bone flute, which has a history of 9,000 years.

Li Fan nodded and said, "Ms. Ye is very professional. The main instrument of this song is indeed Tao Wu."

Ye Qingxian nodded, and then said to Lin Jia: "Xiao Jia, go and get a pottery jar, which is B."

"Okay, Sister Xian." Lin Jia agreed, and then ran out quickly.

Soon, Lin Jia ran back and had an olive fish-shaped instrument in his hand, which should be the Tao Wu.

There are many shapes of pottery and are not fixed, but they are generally three shapes: tubular, olive fish-shaped, and conical.

Lin Jia handed Tao Wu to Ye Qingxian and said, "Sister Xian, is this OK?"

Ye Qingxian took it and looked at it, saying, "It should be possible." Then she asked Li Fan, "Young Master Li, is this OK?"

"Ah?" Li Fan didn't expect Ye Qingxian to ask him, how could he know if he could? He just knew that there was such an instrument and had seen it, but he had only seen it.

"This...yes." Li Fan could only say this. He is the author of this song. If you don't know, isn't that nonsense?

Ye Qingxian said again: "I have a heartless request. I wonder if Mr. Li can agree?"

"Hmm?" Li Fan felt a bad feeling.

Damn! Just now, Ye Qingxian should have paid first, and then left after getting the money. Why should I wait until now?

"Miss Ye, please tell me?" I had a bad premonition in my heart, but I still had to say that.

Ye Qingxian said: "I want to ask Mr. Li to play this song. I will try to sing a chorus. Is it OK?"

As expected, Li Fan knew that this would be the case.

How could he brag?

He knew where the hole was blowing? But the key is whether he could blow it, and he would still play the song?

Is it okay to blow randomly? Just blow it.

If you can't do this, you have to find a way to shirk it.
Chapter completed!