Zhang Han's eyes continued to sweep downward. Finally, after turning several pages, he found a duo with some impressions.
"WX Group?"
Zhang Han's eyes fixed on the message left by WX Group. After reading it, he replied a few words under the comment, "Send me your email address via a private message.
The message seemed to indicate that they were about to get a song.
Zhang Han continued to look down and saw the name "Meidou" with "Hello, Hanyang. I am a free musician who likes singing. I'd very much like to get Hanyang's songs, please."
On the lower part of the comment, Zhang Han replied a few words again, "Give me your email address via a private message".
He continued to review and chose two musicians named "Dongtian" and "Xue Ge" respectively.
Looking through it for another half an hour, Zhang Han didn't find any more familiar names, so he turned off the computer.
After l
Accompanied by cheerful music, Xu Lan started singing the words of the first verse, "Knowing that loving you has no result, I'm still crazy for hoping you will give me sweetness. I'm powerless and you're out of my reach. All fantasies are written into the song. I want to fly with you, fall with you, have empathy with you and have fun with you. I'm desired to do a lot of things with you, but only miss you." The lyrics completely struck a chord in Xu Lan's heart. In her view, love was sweet and romantic. Unfortunately, it backfired. Since Wei Chengdong's family was in poor condition, Xu Lan's parents did not agree to the marriage. Although she knew that they had to undergo a lot of hardships, she struggled to continue to be in love with him. The lyrics and melody seemed to tell the love she expected in her mind. The future she pursued was written in the song. She still had many things to do and hoped to try them all in the future.
The next day, Zhang Han cooked breakfast as usual. Zi Yan and Zhou Fei stayed overnight in the restaurant again yesterday, for she felt tired of the pressure of work and did not want to make round trips at night. Now that she stayed overnight in the restaurant, she must have been with Zhou Fei. She was not ready to stay here alone. In Zi Yan's words, the nasty bastard did not figure out our relationship and did not say anything. I, therefore, had no intention to stay here for no apparent reason. In fact, up till now, if Zhang Han sincerely invited Zi Yan to stay here, Zi Yan probably would not refuse, but he did not even ask Zi Yan. "Zhang Han, I would like to eat cold noodles. You can add more shredded cucumber, which is cool and refreshing. And more tomatoes. By the way, it's much better to add more pepper. I can eat spicy food very well." When Zhang Han snatched a few minutes to go upstairs, Zi Ya
"Whoa, whoa, whoa..." Then Dahei shouted at Zhang Han and gesticulated for a while, showing that there were still two roast geese in the thick forest. Zhang Han understood, waved his hand and said, "Go quickly." "Hum hum..." Dahei ran off with Little Hei, laughing. A moment later, they came back with two roast geese and wanted to share them with Mengmeng. Zhang Han, however, didn't let Mengmeng eat them. Although the fragrance of pure meat could send out, and adding some condiments, they were much better. Furthermore, the two were likely not to clean the geese carefully. "Have you seen the wood over there? Adding a little powder on meat every time will make it better." Zhang Han said to Dahei. Relatively speaking, Dahei was quicker in uptake than Little Hei. Little Hei could find out the meaning of Zhang Han's expressions and gestures, while Dahei could understand what he said directly. After finishi
"I'm not in a position to reveal the details, because Mr. Han Yang... is a man who's indifferent to fame and wealth." Xue Qian shook his head. "Indifferent to fame and wealth!" Candy narrowed her eyes and said with a smile, "It's really rare for such a talented songwriter not to compose for fame, but to keep his faith. Well, put aside his identity, let's talk about something else. For instance, how old Mr. Han Yang is? Does he have a girlfriend? Is he handsome? How's his personality? I wish you to answer these questions to satisfy the fans' curiosities." "Ha, ha, ha, OK. Then I'll tell you." Xue Qian smiled and shook his head, saying, "I haven't been in touch with Mr. Han Yang for long, but I know him to some degree. First of all, Mr. Han Yang's talent is beyond any doubt. He's the most... special songwriter I have ever seen." "He's a very handsome man who is at about 26. I don't know if I am right." "Wow, he's a young and hand
Why Pearson came with these two people? That was obviously on account of Pearson's "professionalism". He noticed that although 10 membership cards had been sold, only nine members were coming here recently. So he inquired and learned that Wang Qiang had three cards, one of which belonged to his granddaughter or grandson who came here for dinner occasionally. Pearson, therefore, came up with a new idea. After importuning, he succeeded in persuading Wang Qiang to lend him the membership card when he did not bring his grandchild to dinner. However, it still required Zhang Han's approval. So Pearson went straight to Zhang Han after entering the restaurant and whispered with embarrassment, "Boss, I want to ask you a favor." Pearson did not have to say anything once he identified himself in other restaurants at other times. His identity did make him an honorable guest. But he knew that a food agent was sim
"No!" Yu Qingqing cried out, stood up and gave Pearson an angry stare, saying, "You should be grateful that you can have a meal for members. How can you push your luck? Boss, leave him alone and just do your own things. You can't take the spiced goose away!" Yu Qingqing, who liked meat best, could not accept the spiced goose slipping past her eyes. "Uh..." Pearson looked at Zhang Han painfully and said, "Boss, can I try a little, just a little." "Boss, in fact... in fact, I also want to have a try." Liang Mengqi whispered. "Boss, ah... I don't have to eat, but I want to give my dad a piece of goose liver." Sun Dongheng said shyly. He was aware of the value of the goose liver from what Pearson said just now. It was Pearson's tone that revealed that the goose liver was not inferior to French goose liver and was of best quality. Sun Dongheng, therefore, wanted his father to have a try. He did not know h
In short, no matter what Pearson thought, the nonmembers felt a little sad though the egg fried rice and the noodle soup were as fragrant as usual. Imagine when you were eating delicious egg fried rice in the restaurant with their favorite meat dishes that they were not allowed to eat served nearby and a man who kept saying how delicious the food was beside, coupled with the fragrance of the food as well as the appearance of the spiced goose, you were bound to be envious. As a result, the first group of guests had a terrible dinner experience today. When they almost ate the meat up, the non-members tasted egg fried rice and noodle soup as usual. The restaurant became quiet after dinner. Zhang Li and Zhou Fei cleaned up the restaurant and chatted for a while on the second floor. Then Zhang Li and Li Anna went home. Zi Yan wanted to return to the Yunyin Garden. With Mengmeng's permission, they went out and headed to
"Were they all written by one person? Hanyang? I think I heard the name somewhere." Zi Yan said doubtfully, searching for the information of Hanyang in her mind. She just could not remember the name. "Don't you remember Hanyang? The old witch referred to him on the meeting last time and even reprimanded our songwriters on account of him!" Zhou Fei reminded her. "Ah!" Zi Yan did a double-take and covered her mouth with an outcry. She looked at Zhou Fei with eyes widened and said, "Is that Hanyang who wrote three fine songs for Xue Qian?" "Yes, it's he! Oh, my god. Never did I think he was a master of songwriters. He produced four excellent songs in one day. It's virtually beyond my imagination!" Zhou Fei repeatedly exclaimed. "It's amazing." Zi Yan was surprised. She did appreciate such versatile people. "I'll leave a message on his Weibo. If he can write you a fine song, it'll be great!