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Wu Li vomited blood.

When he learned that he had 61 Galaxy Coins, he thought he was rich, but he didn't expect to be a beggar.Forget it, the dance king will talk about it later, I want to exchange the new white lady legend script.

"Does the player want the system to generate, or the original TV series script?"

"How about system generation, and what about the original TV series?"

"The system generation needs 10, and it will be compiled according to the existing technology level of the parallel world to ensure that it reaches the highest level in the world. The original TV drama script is the ancient script of the original world, and only 1000 Galaxy Coins can be obtained."

"1000 VS 10, is there any need to say that?" What the hell was the original script, Wu Li paid 10 Galaxy coins to death, a heart-wrenching one.

But once he got the script, he didn't regret it. Director Yu, Director Yu, I won the bet this time.

"System, I want to draw a lottery."

Wu Li, who was extremely excited, laughed and pulled out the lottery disc. The bronze lottery disc was painted with mysterious and unusual runes. It floated into the air lightly, and six golden options flashed in the colorful brilliance.

"Let me see what's going on..."

Chapter 65 Deng Chao's Strong Support

"Wu Li, what's wrong with you?"

"Ah, Sister Da Mi, get up so early? There is soy milk in the kitchen. I just squeezed it in the morning. I'll get it for you."

"Is there really nothing wrong?" Yang Mi looked at Wu Li strangely, always feeling that something was wrong.After one night of not seeing him, Wu Li's eyes suddenly became strange, as if he could speak. With a slight blink, he revealed infinite sadness, which was heartbreakingly tender.

Wu Li didn't explain, ran into the kitchen and brought out the soy milk, and a drawer of Xiaolong Baozi that had just come out of the pot.

"If you have something to do, tell your sister." Yang Mi looked into Wu Li's eyes and felt that the big boy was hiding something from her.

"Really not." Wu Li answered affirmatively. Before baby and Liu Shishi got up, the living room with only two people suddenly became very embarrassing.

Yang Mi looked back unnaturally, picked up a xiao long bao and took a bite, his eyes lit up immediately, "It's delicious, but unfortunately I'm going out of town today."

"Wu Li, I'll leave the phone to you, you must call me if you have anything. Those two dead girls wake up late and don't stay home before ten o'clock. You take good care of them for me, and Yifei will come later. Don't forget to open the door for her."

"I see."

"Is it really okay?" Before leaving, Yang Mi asked again worriedly.

Wu Li was about to cry, but his brother's eyes were really expressive.

Last night's lottery draw was very powerful, even pulling out my brother's eyes.When it comes to my brother, many friends may not know it, but when it comes to Zhang Guorong, I believe everyone knows it all.Similar to Liang Chaowei, the actor who is best at acting with his eyes, Zhang Guorong's eyes are gentle and hurt, and there is a faint melancholy in his heart.

Everyone who saw his eyes will always remember his eyes.

Unique, sad, melancholy, like a gentle river flowing to the end of the void.

Wu Li is really lucky to get this reward.But with luck, there is also a huge sequelae.Looking at Yang Mi's performance just now, it is clear how powerful this sequelae is.

"Wu Li, have you encountered something sad?"

"Tell my sister if you have difficulty."

"I can help you too."

Baby, Liu Shishi, Liu Yifei, the three girls asked him almost over and over again, and Wu Li's mouth to explain it was dry, but they still couldn't dispel their suspicions.Fortunately, they finally blocked their mouths with delicious food.

A week is long or short. After Yang Mi left, Liu Shishi didn't stay for a few days, and also left the apartment.In the afternoon, just when Wu Li thought he could get along with the baby alone at night, the baby apologetically said goodbye to him.It's good, there's no one in the apartment.

In Wu Li's apartment alone, there is no longer the joy and warmth of the previous days, only a touch of loneliness and sadness.

Liu Yifei, who found out that the three of Yang Mi had left, was embarrassed to continue interrupting, and hurriedly said goodbye after a lunch.It was not until Deng Chao called again that Wu Li got out of this loss.

"Brother Can, let me introduce you, this is what I told you, my brother Wu Li."

In the spotless recording studio, the big bald head with a mustache raised his head while wearing a peaked cap. The large wide-brimmed glasses and his slovenly appearance gave people a very strange feeling, like a mud monkey in the wilderness.

"Go ahead and try the sound." Brother Can pointed inward.

Deng Chao quietly gave Wu Li a look, and pushed him in with a smile, "Brother Can is a senior recording engineer. I finally asked him to move, so I must seize the opportunity."

Wu Li gave a gracious thanks, knowing that Deng Chao had spent a lot of effort.Although sound engineers are rarely mentioned by outsiders, those who really engage in music know how high their status is in the entertainment industry.All singers understand how rare it is to have a senior recording engineer.

"Brother Can, please. My brother is still a rookie. Feel free to say anything wrong."

The bearded man glanced at Deng Chao in surprise, "Okay, then I'll say a few more words."

As a top-level recording engineer, Bearded has come into contact with countless singers, both professional and grassroots.

To tell the truth, if it wasn't for Deng Chao's repeated invitations, he really wouldn't want to record a grass-roots newcomer.If you don't understand anything, you don't even mention it when you teach it. If you don't get it right, you will be considered to be deliberately making things difficult.

But since Deng Chao said so, he didn't mind a few more words.

Wu Li buckled his earphones and took a deep breath.

Wait for a thousand years, wait for a while...

"Stop!" Just the first sentence, the bearded man shouted to stop, "Emotions, do you understand emotions? Bring your emotions into it. This song is well written, and your voice is also good, although you haven't undergone systematic training. , but not worse than Keban. However, you have to bring your emotions into it. Singing is an explosion of emotions, and songs without emotions have no soul."

"That's not called singing, that's called fussing, do it again."

"No, there are feelings, and the changes are wrong. Pay attention to the ups and downs of emotions. The first two sentences are anticipation, the middle four are love, and the last two are sad and lingering. Let's do it again."

"No, still no."