Chapter 26 Being a Singer Is My Dream

Nalan Yanran's short video fans have increased by tens of thousands and tens of thousands in the past few days. Last night, her live broadcast income also reached 10,000 yuan per day, which is more than Xiao Yan's most profitable business when she opened a restaurant. She still has What's not happy about?

Nalan Yanran did not regard Xiao Yan's trumpet as an outsider. Perhaps the song "Invisible Wings" that Xiao Yan wrote for her alone touched her and felt Xiao Yan's talent. There is a sense of sympathy.

So Nalan Yanran just told Xiao Yan some of her thoughts that she could tell.

Xiao Yan naturally listened very patiently, even though he felt uncomfortable because he was kicked out of the Marvel chat group again.

…

He probably understood the harassment Nalan Yanran endured, and Xiao Yan felt extremely distressed. His body and emotions told him that he still could not forget this woman.

"Have you thought about giving up?"

Xiao Yan asked.

【No! It is my dream to be a singer. Although there have been many twists and turns over the years, I have never given up. 】

In fact, Xiao Yan didn't want her to be a singer and an internet celebrity. No man would like his woman to show up. Even if she was an internet celebrity, she would be constantly abused and harassed, and even threatened by the so-called local tyrants. .

"If that's the case, stick to your original intention, don't get discouraged, don't give up, and I'll write new songs for you if it's a big deal."

Xiao Yan dared to say that because he still had a song in his hand.

【Really? This is great, Miss Wang, your talent in composing and composing is very, very powerful. My agent got your song "Invisible Wings" from the company. Many professional music teachers said it was very good, and it is very hopeful that it will become popular. They even want to buy it, of course I disagree. 】

Then Nalan Yanran said a lot of words.

Xiao Yan admitted that he copied songs and novels, but he still hoped that in water polo, the creators of those works of art would still have their original names.

So he said in advance: "I already have a plan for a new song, but you know, I'm very low-key, I don't want the creator of your two songs to be my name, so this time I will draw up a new song from scratch. name."

【…】

Nalan Yanran was stunned for a moment, she didn't seem to think that there are people in this world who don't want to be famous, but Nalan Yanran believed in Xiao Yan's talent, she immediately agreed: [Okay, I understand, it's all due to Miss Wang. 】

"It is also a kind of fate that we met in the vast network. It is not necessary to say such polite words."

[Miss Wang, I am really lucky to meet you. 】

"..."

Xiao Yan was silent for a long time, his mood was indescribable, and then he said to her: Go to bed early, Internet celebrities are also people, stick to your original intention, your dream is to be a singer, not a rich wife for a sugar daddy.

The metaphor in it is to let Nalan Yanran not pay too much attention to the threats of those local tyrants, saying that if they don't meet in private, they won't come to buy gifts, etc.

…

After chatting with his ex-wife Nalan Yanran, Xiao Yan's mood gradually calmed down.

He looked at his mobile phone and opened the [Marvel Chat Group] that changed his destiny, and then he was anxious.

'How to do? The group leader Iron Man still didn't add him. ’

The night was getting darker, Xiao Yan didn't know how he fell asleep, the experience in the past few days can be described as bizarre, he would not tell anyone this secret.

He clearly knew that the [Marvel Chat Group] was very, very powerful, but he still couldn't really participate in it.

Headache, really headache.

…

The next day, early in the morning, there were raindrops hanging on the leaves outside the window. It seemed that there was a light rain last night, and the whole sky was gray.

Depressing.

Nalan Yanran suddenly sent him a text message, Xiao Yan was overjoyed, and almost lost his voice and called out his wife. Looking closely, it turned out to be the trumpet of the songwriter.