Zhou Yiyang first felt a stomachache.

The plot development of this youth trauma literature is really incompatible with the character of this young master who was born in a compound.

But Zhou Yiyang's heart is not made of mud after all. Although this kind of story is cliché, it can easily break people's defenses.

"Say," Ning Mang raised his head and looked at the stage. In the dim light, he seemed to see the shadow of the woman. But in the blink of an eye, the shadow disappeared in an instant. Everything was just a shadow that he had mistakenly seen. "

How nice would it be if we could do it all over again?”

Zhou Yiyang sighed, he felt like he had heard this kind of words too many times.

But many people don't know that the so-called starting over is just reenacting the predetermined ending.

"If I had to do it all over again," Ning Mang obviously didn't need Zhou Yiyang's answer at this time. He just wanted to find someone to talk to. "I might choose to stay there. As long as I don't leave her, she is married now.

It could be us."

Zhou Yiyang glanced at Ning Mang, and just when he was about to speak, who would have thought that Ning Mang suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly: "Of course, all these possibilities are just wishful thinking on my part. For her,

Say, maybe no matter how many times I do it again, the person I choose will never be me."

Hearing this, Zhou Yiyang breathed a sigh of relief. This at least showed that although Ning Mang was reluctant to part with his French Rose, he still had sense and knew that they had no chance to be together.

"The story of Mr. Ning," Zhou Yiyang said with a faint smile on his lips. It was not a happy smile, but a smile of relief and helplessness. "It really makes me full of emotions. I haven't heard such a touching story for a long time.

."

"Really?" Ning Mang shook his head, put his hand next to the cup, and drank another glass of wine. One glass after another, he drank to relieve his sorrows. After numbing himself, all the pain seemed to have disappeared. "You write

Having read so many songs, I thought you should have seen and heard too many stories. I am nothing special."

"It's not special," Zhou Yiyang's attitude was very candid, which made Ning Mang treat him very well. "It just feels very real. Compared with some stories that turn over and over again, your story is more likely to happen.

Around us. When I write songs and scripts, I also like to start with these stories. Only in this way can it more easily resonate with the audience."

Sure enough, Ning Mang stared at Zhou Yiyang eagerly. "What if I ask Mr. Zhou to write a song for me now? Or come up with a song suitable for me from the songs you have written before."

He paused, feeling that if he only made demands without mentioning rewards, he would look very unsatisfactory. Then he continued: "If possible, I think we can definitely become good friends, Mr. Zhou."

Naturally, the joy in Zhou Yiyang's heart could not be expressed so openly on his face. He nodded and hesitated for a moment, as if he was considering whether he could take on this important task.

After a while, before Ning Mang's expectant eyes became impatient, he finally agreed to the request: "I remembered that two years ago, I wrote a song. However, it has never been published. I originally planned to

It has always been buried deep in my memory.”

These words really piqued Ning Mang's interest.

A song that was written long ago but unwilling to be published, and he planned to bury it deep in his memory. All these elements made the young man excited. Ning Mang really wanted to know this song and the story behind it.

Sure enough, he looked at Zhou Yiyang expectantly: "Why don't you want to publish it?"

"You know," Zhou Yiyang breathed out. He felt that if he could smoke, the scene would be more impactful if he held a cigarette melancholy and blew smoke rings. "This song is for remembrance.

My lost love. I once read a book, and there was a passage in it that I still remember freshly."

"A person has to experience too many separations and separations in his life, and those sudden separations often leave people unprepared. We meet everywhere in life, but some turns are really life-long. From now on, we will never see each other again."

When Zhou Yiyang finished speaking the words from "The Biography of Lin Huiyin", Ning Mang, as a literary youth, was completely conquered by him.

The look he looked at Zhou Yiyang was no longer one of inquiry, but one of admiration: "Master, I have understood."

He murmured and repeated that passage, feeling that what Zhou Yiyang said was so correct. He was sure that Zhou Yiyang must have written it himself, and the so-called reading from the book was just a modest excuse.

Not only was this man talented, but he was also so humble and so young. Ning Mang really admired him.

"Yes," Ning Mang rubbed his eyes: "When we turned around, none of us expected that we would never see each other again."

"What about that song?" Ning Mang looked at Zhou Yiyang, obviously full of great interest in that song: "I really want to listen to it. I feel that such a song carries

You have so many emotions, it must be a good song. It would be a pity if more people can't hear such a good song. I think if this song can be released, it will definitely be moved.

There are many miserable lovers like me and us."

Zhou Yiyang knew that he had succeeded, and Ning Mang had unknowingly put himself in the same camp as him.

"Then let me copy the lyrics to you?" Zhou Yiyang looked calm on the surface.

He felt that Ning Mang would definitely agree with great excitement.

However, the development of reality suddenly exceeded Zhou Yiyang's expectations, and it developed in a direction that Zhou Yiyang had not expected.

"No need," Ning Mang shook his head, and after seeing Zhou Yiyang's fleeting surprise, he explained: "I think that today is such a good opportunity, so President Zhou might as well sing this song directly to

Everyone, listen!"???What?

Zhou Yiyang's face was full of questions, but Ning Mang seemed to be invisible and continued: "Mr. Zhou, I have heard that you sing very well in private. I don't believe that Mr. Zhou has seen such a big scene.

People get stage fright."

Facing Ning Mang's resolute gaze, Zhou Yiyang still wanted to struggle again: "Don't you come to the bar just to listen to fools? If I go up and sing like this, the guests will probably drive me away."

"No," Ning Mang sat up obediently: "I'm very familiar with their boss. I'll tell them and let you sing a song, and the customers won't be angry. Mr. Zhou, I know.

This request is a bit excessive, but if you sing a song like this, it will definitely be more emotional. Or are you saying that, Mr. Zhou, all your stories are actually made up?"
Chapter completed!