Lost in love at the beginning, I backhand her best friend

Chapter 14 You Are A Diao

Prince Hao, who left Whisper of the Wind, came here by car and left on foot, but he was satisfied.

Ask him to participate in the arrangement, and Liu Qianqian promised to give him 5000 yuan for one song.

The nine songs are [-], but Liu Qianqian asked for a discount, [-]!

Wang Zihao agreed.

Then Liu Qianqian paid [-] in advance!
For the remaining [-] yuan, Liu Qianqian said that she would pay after the arrangement was completed.

On the way to Hedong, Wang Zihao always felt that something was wrong.

After carrying the bag and swiping his card to enter the subway, Wang Zihao realized it later.

Shit, I was tricked by this black-bellied little fairy again.

Three days ago, she said that her savings were less than [-] yuan, and when she was paid next month, her savings would only exceed [-] yuan.

It was far from next month, and in the middle of June, she paid him [-] yuan in advance on the spot.

"Another ex-girlfriend!" Wang Zihao was indignant, the more beautiful a woman is, the more she will cheat.

I remember more than two years ago, my ex-girlfriend said that I would love him forever, for the rest of my life.

In less than three years, "forever" and "one lifetime" are gone.

Is it because the education received by my ex-girlfriend is different from mine, and her "forever" and "forever" are two years?

However, the advance payment has been received, and the living expenses for the next few months have been settled. Wang Zihao resisted the urge to call and question Liu Qianqian.

on the subway.

Saw a young mother holding her baby, no seat.

None of the young people in the seat next to him gave up his seat. Wang Zihao, who was standing without a seat, retched and wanted to vomit, and his reaction was huge.

Immediately, the people in the seats scattered like birds and beasts, for fear of being spit all over.

After the people ran away, Wang Zihao returned to normal, pulled the young mother who was holding the child over, and sat down with him.

After taking the subway twice, Wang Zihao came out and returned to the rental house in Hedong.

The past is like a song, and this small apartment has left fond memories.

Goodbye has no other feeling, only touching the scene and hurting.

But for the sake of living, Wang Zihao forced himself to continue living.

As the night deepened, Wang Zihao sat on the chair blankly after coding and revising a chapter.

This computer desk is still very new.

The old one was cleaned up after falling apart.

The reason it fell apart was that the ex-girlfriend sat on it and it collapsed after shaking for a few minutes.

I remember that my ex-girlfriend almost fell to the ground at that time, but fortunately he held her firmly in time.

Turning your head to look at that bed, you can also touch the scene to make you fall in love. The ex-girlfriend once knelt and sat on the edge of the bed...

so sad!
Wang Zihao went downstairs, bought a bag of white sand and came up.

Early the next morning.

Wang Zihao took the subway back to Hexi, and went to a recording studio located by Liu Qianqian.

"My best friend used to be in music, but she left Junsha this morning on a business trip, otherwise she would come here and help out." In the recording studio, Liu Qianqian said regretfully.

"Then why didn't you finish the arrangement first yesterday?" Wang Zihao asked.

"You think I don't want to, there are many things. There is a friend who came back from Yanjing in the afternoon, and I have to have dinner with him in the evening." Liu Qianqian led Wang Zihao to see the musical instrument.

Selecting instruments is the basic operation of arranger.

For folk songs, the guitar is naturally indispensable.

The piano, the gentleman and elf among musical instruments, belongs to the king of all instruments in the West, and it is indispensable.

"Sister Qianqian."

There are also a few Liu Qianqian's acquaintances in the recording studio. There are men and women who invited them to record songs.

Wang Zihao glanced at them and didn't intend to say hello.

Some people know that they are older than Liu Qianqian just by their age, but they are willing to call Liu Qianqian a sister. The typical rich man is an uncle.

"Zihao, come here, let me introduce you." Wang Zihao didn't intend to pay attention to Liu Qianqian's friend, but Liu Qianqian didn't follow him and told him to come over.

After some introductions, Wang Zihao continued to choose musical instruments.

Liu Qianqian's friend was not very happy, someone quietly asked Liu Qianqian: "Sister Qianqian, he wrote "A Diao"?"

Liu Qianqian has sent the sheet music to these friends in advance.

"Yes, he's been in a bit of a mood these past few days, please be considerate." Liu Qianqian knew why Wang Zihao was unhappy.

Nine songs, and he also helped arrange the music, so he took [-] yuan.

Before, I lied to him that all her savings added up to less than [-] yuan.

As a result, I transferred [-] to him yesterday.

He might have been happier at the time, but I didn't think about it.

When I go back, I will definitely remember it.

"It's tailor-made for you, Qianqian, this song is great!" Liu Qianqian's friends are all engaged in music, and have a certain ability to appreciate music.

The songs that Liu Qianqian wrote before were also recorded, but they flattered them. When they commented, they dared not be sloppy, and they were what they were.

"People who make music have their own personalities, it's okay." Someone said to Liu Qianqian, reassuring her that they would not isolate Wang Zihao because of this.

Wang Zihao was absent-minded after working on arranging music all morning.

When eating lunch, Liu Qianqian held the lunch box and sat beside Wang Zihao who was squatting beside him: "Zihao, why do you look like you can't cheer up today?"

Glancing at the former goddess, Wang Zihao lowered his head to eat: "I'm not good at socializing, it's not that I'm lack of energy."

He is waiting to stand short.

But after waiting for a long time, nothing came.

If the editor is optimistic about a book, there is no need to wait for [-] to [-] words, and there are thousands of words to post on the website.

And "Shading the Sky" has been updated with more than 9000 words, and there is no trace of short website.

As predicted by his buddy Ma Tengfei, the newcomer's way of writing does not mean a dead end, but the road is definitely not easy.

This is indeed the case.

In the afternoon, the ninth group of Feiyue Chinese Network was responsible for editing and reviewing the book "Shading the Sky".

"Newcomer?" After watching Chapter 2, the gecko shook his head.

Not only newcomers don't understand the definition of web writing, but even many veteran writers who have already entered the industry still don't understand it.

As a result, some writers who wrote physical books were dissatisfied when they came to mix online articles, and finally returned home.

If you want to work in this industry, writers of physical books have to do as the Romans do, and you need to settle down and do some research.

Before finishing Chapter 3, Gecko gave up on "Shading the Sky" and wrote a review comment: "Slow development, not suitable for newcomers, no traffic from the author..."

After reviewing the manuscript, the editor will also refer to the collection, follow-up and other data.

Regrettably, it has been the fifth day since the book was released, with [-] words, more than a dozen collections, and only two follow-up readings, one of which is probably the author himself.

When it was time to get off work, Morning Glory, another editor in charge of Group Nine, also reviewed "Shading the Sky".

"The writing is acceptable, the suspense is attractive, but it's too slow, and there is no protagonist in Chapter 1..." Morning Glory wrote the review comments.

Before five o'clock in the afternoon, a variety of instruments were recorded, and the arrangement was almost done. Liu Qianqian hurried to the meeting, so she took Wang Zihao away first.

On the red supercar.

"Today's arrangement, the opinion you gave is not like the style you sang that night." Driving the car, Liu Qianqian asked Wang Zihao who was playing with his mobile phone in the co-driver.

After looking at the writer's assistant, Wang Zihao was still disappointed, and replied: "The "A Diao" I sang that night should feel very ordinary to you, right?"

Liu Qianqian was surprised: "Didn't you not remember?"

"I don't remember, but I also know what style I should sing this song." Wang Zihao learned about Liu Qianqian's experience of being hidden by the snow today, and said: "I told the audience that night, there is a person named A Diao. You are different from me. , you have to tell the audience that you are A Diao."

(End of this chapter)