My autobiography cannot be a tragedy

Chapter 264 Debut Is the Peak

"I'm going! What kind of fairy song is this, I love it!"

"A friend forwarded it, and after listening to it, the single will repeat..."

"It's been a long time since I encountered such music. I was as young as you guys back then."

"Unconsciously, I wet my eyes, I blew the evening wind you blew, I saw you and the scenery, it was as if we once embraced...

We kept missing each other, and in the end, we didn't even finish watching a movie, and we agreed to hold hands, but in the end, there was a hurried back..."

"Simple melody and simple lyrics, but it goes straight to the depths of my heart.

The combination of lyrics and music, the ups and downs and charm always evoke memories of the past.

The single cycle, the sense of dislocation of time and space always lingers in my mind, making people imagine another time and space at that time.

But what would our life be like in another time and space?

Displaced time and space, when will it no longer be misplaced?

At the next intersection, can we come together, in the same time and space..."

"Uh... I'm listening to songs, why are you all listening to stories?"

"This seems to be a newcomer, is it the author's first song? Who is Duan Xiaoxian? But it doesn't matter, I just want to know who is that big boss Meng Changjun?"

"..."

At 10 o'clock in the evening, Duan Xian looked at the phone screen with dull eyes.

There is a "Peak Popularity List" on the music platform, and No. 11 on the "Daily List" on the top is impressively written "Displaced Time and Space"...

No. [-] on the new song chart, soaring to No. [-] on the chart.

After 3 minutes, the data was refreshed again, and "Dislocation Time and Space" ranked No.10 in the daily list.

really……

Am I dreaming?
At this moment, Duan Xian felt as if he was riding a roller coaster, he was extremely excited for a while, and felt that the world was too unreal for a while.

Of course he thought that this song might be a hit, but he never thought that this song would be able to enter the top ten of the popularity list...

More than 50 trial playbacks, 6+ likes, and 1000+ retweets.

For a new song that has only been online for less than 24 hours, and the singer is even more vegan, such data can only explain one problem...

This song... is on fire!
Even the acne marks and scarves have started to have related videos and forwarding recommendations of this song one after another. I'm afraid it's only a matter of time before it becomes popular.

Seeing such a result, Duan Xian, who at first had the idea of ​​messing around with his best friend, finally began to believe that Meng Lang planned to let him enter the entertainment circle, maybe he was really not joking?

But right now he is more concerned about another issue...

"2843.78..."

Seeing the income data in the background, Duan Xian was short of breath.

The current Internet music platform is quite mature. As long as creators upload original music to the platform, they can get trial listening, paid downloads and advertising revenue.

In just one day, the income from this song is close to half of his monthly salary...

As long as the brain has the basic reasoning ability, it can be judged that after the song is completely spread on the Internet, the income will also increase, which will only be more than today.

Duan Xian casually took a calculator next to him.

[Return to zero!Two eight zero zero times 360 five... equals 1022000. 】

One... More than 100 million!
Duan Xian's eyeballs are almost protruding!
No amount of traffic or data is as shocking as the real money in front of your eyes.

In terms of attracting money, the entertainment industry is probably the only one that can get rid of the eight financial streets...

He doesn't know the specific income of the song, but according to conservative daily income estimates, just one music platform can have an annual income of close to 100 million!

Although this needs to be considered that popularity cannot always be maintained at its peak, it should be a declining curve.

But no matter how bad it is, there should be an income of 80 million a year.

This is without considering additional income such as selling copyrights.

Not to mention, a famous song can bring fans, fame and other inexhaustible invisible wealth to the singer...

Thinking about it this way, Meng Lang sold himself a song for 100 million yuan. This is not a friendly price, it is simply a floor price, okay?
For a moment, Duan Xian was both moved and felt that the money was hot.

Even if he is a best friend, he will throw millions on his head at every turn, no matter how strong the relationship is, he will feel the pressure.

But if he knew that Meng Lang was going to let him have a third type of contact, I don't know how he would feel...

"Brother! What are you looking at? It looks like you're acting in a Beijing opera. There are TV dramas in this calculator?"

Duan Xian was startled by a voice next to his ear, and the calculator in his hand was almost thrown out.

Turning around, I saw Duan Xiaoyi entered the room at some point, holding a fruit plate in his hand.

"Mom asked me to bring you some fruit. I called you several times but didn't hear it. Why are you so preoccupied?"

Duan Xiaoyi put the fruit plate on the table, looked at the calculator in Duan Xian's hand, and looked puzzled.

"1022000? What does it represent?"

Represents an annual salary of one million...

Duan Xian thought to himself, then put down the calculator in his hand, with a troubled expression on his face.

"Xiaoyi, tell me...what if your brother suddenly becomes angry?"

When Duan Xiaoyi heard this question, she looked at her elder brother inexplicably.

"Is it on fire? If you are on fire, of course you have to reduce the fire. Here, eat some dragon fruit?"

"I'm not saying this is popular, I mean...forget it, you come and listen to this."

Duan Xian didn't know how to explain it for a while, so he simply picked up the phone and tapped twice, and a melodious melody came out of the speaker after a while.

[A movie that didn't fill half a row of audience, until the lights suddenly turned on when the show was over...]

Duan Xiaoyi listened.

"Oh! This song! I listened to it today. It was recommended several times in our music enthusiast group. I listened to it once and it was really good, so I specially collected it.

what's wrong?What's wrong with this song? "

"Hmm... listen to it a few more times and listen carefully." Duan Xian's expression was a little strange.

"What, neurotic..."

Duan Xiaoyi curled her lips, but she still sat down and listened.

【I blow the evening wind that you blow...】

once, twice...

The first time I heard it, I just thought it sounded good, there was nothing strange about it, but when I heard it for the second time, Duan Xiaoyi's face became a little puzzled.

When it was the third time, she finally couldn't help it, and looked at Duan Xian with a strange expression on her face.

"Why do I feel... this voice seems familiar?"

"Hmm! Is it familiar? You have heard this voice for 24 years..." Duan Xian twitched his lips.

When Duan Xiaoyi heard this, her eyes slowly opened wider and wider, and she stretched out her finger to point at Duan Xian.

"You...you mean..."

"Yes, I sang."

Duan Xiaoyi: "..."

……

The next day, Monday, was sunny.

Eight in the morning.

"Boom!" There was a knock on the door of room 1102 early in the morning.

Meng Lang opened the door and saw Duan Xiaoyi, dressed in denim and wearing a peaked cap, standing at the door impressively. When Meng Lang opened the door, he looked inside the door curiously.

"Uh... why are you here?" Looking at Duan Xiaoyi, Meng Lang's mind was a little lost.

"I'm here to pick up my albums. My brother took them out at eight o'clock, and it's been exactly 48 hours." Duan Xiaoyi curled her lips and pointed to the watch on her hand.

Uh……

Did you come with a stopwatch?
"Oh, yes! I'm sorry that my mind has been a little messed up these two days, and I almost forgot about it. Please come in, please come in, please sit down for a while."

Meng Lang let people in, and then went to the study to pack Chaoge's album.

The zero of the analysis has basically been analyzed, and these albums are of little use to him.

Put the album into the handbag and hand it to Duan Xiaoyi who was still looking around on the sofa.

"Here! Thanks a lot this time."

"It's okay, if you have Chaoge's signature some other day, just remember to contact me again!"

"Uh……"

Are you addicted to being a scalper?
"Definitely, then I'll see you off." Meng Lang said politely.

"Well...you live in such a big house by yourself?"

Duan Xiaoyi, however, looked like she was not in a hurry to leave, and pointed to this suite.

"Uh……"

Meng Lang was taken aback for a moment.

This is indeed a bit strange. It is not only strange but also quite wasteful for a single man to live in such a large suite alone.

But how can I explain it?

Said that this house is free of water and electricity, and I have never paid the rent, mainly because I have a good relationship with the landlord?
I always feel that it will cause some bad associations...

But before Meng Lang could speak, Duan Xiaoyi nodded to herself.

"Understood! Creation must need a quiet environment, right?"

"Uh……"

"The song "Displaced Time and Space" was really written by you?"

"emm..."

Meng Lang understood why this guy was so curious today.

He nodded helplessly.

"This... counts."

"Hey! Do you have any other works?"

"Huh? What?"

"I mean, what do you think of my voice? I can sing well, much better than my brother!"

"You want to be a singer too? Aren't you a professional player?" Meng Lang had a strange expression on his face.

"Professional players can also have a side job!

What's more, if I become a singer, maybe I can perform on the same stage with Chao Ge!hey-hey! "Duan Xiaoyi chuckled.

After working for a long time, it turned out that he wanted to get close to Chaoge.

Do your game fans know that you are such an idle star chasing...

But this way of thinking actually coincides with my own?
It's just that one regards Chaoge as an idol, and the other regards Chaoge as a sworn enemy.

This miraculous way leads to the same goal...

"Sorry, this song is the first and the last."

"Huh? What does that mean?"

Meng Lang sighed.

Just wrote a song and took a life.

Others dedicate themselves to art, but I really dedicate myself to art!

If I continue to write, I am afraid that the brothers will not only shout.

I'm afraid that the entire "brother's life is fate" movement will directly rebel...

Helplessly spread his hands.

"It means... I've sealed my pen."

Duan Xiaoyi: "..."

Seal the pen? !
You are kidding me!
How can a songwriter close his pen as soon as he writes a song?
The key is to write fire!
What do you think of those who have written a hundred or eighty songs and failed to catch on?
Seeing Duan Xiaoyi's expression of teasing me, Meng Lang sighed inwardly.

What can I do?
Brother's fate, it can only "become the peak when it debuts"...

(End of this chapter)