From teaching to superstar

Chapter 59 Cherish what is with you (second update)
Hu Yang's words made the low-key local tyrant feel disappointed, but he didn't speak ill.

Looking at Populus euphratica shaking his head on the screen, he suddenly felt bored and wanted to turn off the live broadcast.

But Hu Yang ignored the angry words of other netizens in the barrage.

"I can help you write songs, but I will definitely not help you sing. If you do something wrong, you have to make it yourself."

"My own choice, I have to stick to it with tears in my eyes, and I have to climb the path I have walked." Hu Yang said.

Ten years ago, he chose to follow his wife to teach in the snow area. No matter what happened in the middle, he spent ten years completing what he had chosen.

Hu Yang's words made the eyes of the low-key local tyrant shine, and he froze instantly when he was about to exit the live broadcast room.

"Would you like to help me write songs? Really?" His voice was a little excited.

"That's right, I can write for you, but I won't sing for you. Since you already know it's wrong, why don't you sing it yourself?"

Hu Yang's tone was still so flat.

"I'm tone deaf, I... I'm afraid I can't sing well." He said a little self-consciously.

"If you think so, then you are really wrong. No matter how you sing, as long as you sing with your heart and integrate your emotions into your singing, then it will be the most beautiful and beautiful music in the world to her ears. .”

Hu Yang said softly, he has enough qualifications to say this sentence.

"Thank you, if possible, can you give it to me before eight o'clock tomorrow morning, I want to sing to her before she enters the operating room." The low-key local tyrant said.

Looked at the time, and the schedule.

"Don't wait until tomorrow, I'll write to you now, tell me your email later, and I'll send you the song." After speaking, Hu Yang lowered his head and took out the staff and pen from the backpack on the ground.

Gifts keep appearing on the screen, and there is no shortage of treasure maps.

Those who heard Hu Yang reject the low-key local tyrant's request before were a little angry at him, too indifferent.

You can write songs for Wang Yi, but you can't write songs for a husband who has admitted his mistakes and his wife is about to be sent to the operating table.

And it's too impersonal for someone who supports him like this.

After Hu Yang's explanation later, they realized that they had misunderstood Hu Yang.

Hu Yang is right, he can write songs for him, but he can't sing.

Because that is insincere, and it cannot express that you admit your mistakes and regret what you did before.

At the same time, the people in the studio also want to see what kind of songs Hu Yang can write in such a short period of time.

They really haven't seen anyone writing songs live.

Especially writing songs for others in between my own competitions.

Doesn't all of this add up to excitement?
Unfortunately, due to the angle, they could only see Populus euphratica with his head down, the rustling sound of the pen tip across the stave
"Can you adjust the angle, let us see." The colorful jellyfish said anxiously.

Hearing this, Hu Yang raised his head and asked, "Do you mind?"

"As long as you don't mind." The low-key local tyrant hurriedly said, with apprehension in his voice.

Hu Yang didn't care, he adjusted the position of the phone, and he could see that two or three lines had been written on the stave
There are no lyrics, just musical notes.

Hu Yang stopped talking, lowered his head, sometimes scribbled and changed, and stopped from time to time to hum softly.

In a huge office in a building somewhere in Shanghai, a middle-aged man with swollen eyes, tired and somewhat sloppy stared at the computer intently.

He is the low-key local tyrant, Jiang Jianming.

A little nervous and a little apprehensive.

He also knows Hu Yang's strength through this period of understanding.

Whether it is "The Love Song of the West Sea", "Once Upon a Time in the Snow Region" or "All Things Live" and other songs, they are all very classic.

It's just that I don't know how his creative ability is on the spot, but he can't understand the notes above.

If you don't understand, then find someone who understands to teach yourself, call the secretary and ask the secretary to find someone.

At this time, Populus euphratica had already written the score.

After checking it several times, write it again on a new staff.

Fill in the lyrics!

Jiang Jianming and most of the people in the live broadcast room couldn't understand the musical notes, but they could understand the Chinese characters written by Hu Yang.

After 5 minutes, Populus euphratica checked again.

After thinking for a while, he raised his head and asked, "Can you tell me your and your wife's names?"

"Jiang Jianming, the river of the Yangtze River, the construction of construction, the brightness of the bright moon."

"Chen Yue, Er Dong Chen, the moon of the bright moon."

Jiang Jianming didn't hesitate at all, his voice was full of excitement, he felt that Hu Yang knew him too well.

The lyrics above are almost tailor-made for him, how can we not make him excited?

Hearing the words of the low-key local tyrant Jiang Jianming, Hu Yang wrote on the stave: This song is dedicated to Mr. Jiang Jianming, and I wish Ms. Chen Yue a speedy recovery!

"What's your email address, I'll take a picture and send it to you." Hu Yang said.

Soon, he sent the photos to Jiang Jianming's mailbox.

"Can you give me that manuscript?" Jiang Jianming asked.

This is no problem, Hu Yang nodded and agreed, and after writing down his address, he will send it tomorrow or at night.

"Please send me your bank card number, and I'll ask the financial department to send you the money immediately." Jiang Jianming will never forget his promise.

Hu Yang shook his head and said.

"If it's because of the money, do you think I can write this song? And it's written on it, it's for you."

He will not accept this money.

Some money can be accepted frankly, but some money cannot be accepted.

It doesn't matter the amount of money.

Writing a song for Jiang Jianming was only because he realized his mistake.

His wife is about to be sent to the operating table, and he wants to express his love and reluctance for his wife through singing.

And Hu Yang experienced the kind of pain of losing his wife, the kind of heart-wrenching pain that can make people unable to breathe.
He hoped that other people would not go through the wounds he had suffered.

That's why he was willing to write this song.

1000 million, he really doesn't care.

"From today on, you Populus euphratica is my friend, Jiang Jianming."

Hu Yang nodded with a smile, he recognized this friend.

"Since you are unwilling to accept the money, donate it to charity in your name."

"I'm going to find someone to teach me to sing this song, so let's go first."

After speaking, he gave Hu Yang all the money in his account.

Looking at Jiang Jianming who disappeared on Mai Xu, Hu Yang still said: "I wish my sister-in-law all the best and a speedy recovery!"

Even to recognize this friend, the words don't need to be too unfamiliar.

"Treasure those who accompany you, don't hurt their hearts!" Hu Yang said to the live broadcast room.

He just finished speaking.

Many gifts appeared on the screen again, many of which were given by people on the gift list.

Then they all left the studio.

They all heard and understood Hu Yang's words.

In the past, the "yellow-faced lady" beside me who was too lazy to dress up and no longer looked young and beautiful, it turned out that she had been silently paying so much for this family.

But I felt a little bored, feeling that she couldn't take it out, couldn't take it out.

After listening to Jiang Jianming's words, I read the song written by Hu Yang.

They all knew they had neglected how much she had paid for this family.

I also remembered who took good care of himself when he was drunk, no matter how late he came back, there would always be warm and delicious meals.

The moment I stepped into the house, I could always see a bright smile on her face.

(End of this chapter)