"Hello everyone, we officially started this issue's folk song inventory. Over the past period of time, many new folk songs have emerged in the music circle, such as "Our Wind", "That Tavern", and "Snow in the Mountains", which are rare masterpieces."

"So, let's enjoy it one by one now."

In a small room.

The fat man with a somewhat obese figure but a very funny face opened, after saying this to the camera, he saved the video of the recording title.

His name is Xiong Zhuo. As a video up master, he has been committed to the discovery of folk singers.

But in this era, there are too few people who like folk songs.

The most important reason is that most folk songs are not so popular.

in other words.

In the folk song world, there is no folk song that can be played.

After editing all the songs into the inventory video, Xiong Zhuo leaned on the chair, lit a cigarette, looked at the computer screen in front of him, and was stunned.

"These songs sound OK, but I always feel that they owe something."

"This won't work. Why isn't there a single singer who saves the entire folk song world?"

Xiong Zhuo sighed.

His phone rang at this time and Xiong Zhuo answered it.

"Hey, Xiongzi, didn't I say that, wouldn't it be good to ask you to give up your so-called folk dream and follow us to do a list of meteor music?"

"With your musical literacy, you can earn traffic in minutes. With traffic, you can get money. Why do you have to be determined to compete with folk songs?"

"You used to make "Weekly Essay Collection", and the traffic was so popular, why didn't you do it suddenly?"

"You stopped for so long. I believe that as long as you are willing to take a look, your traffic will come back in an instant! And I can also help you contact some singers who want to play the charts, who are very willing to spend money now."

There are many admonitions in the voices of the man on the other end of the phone.

"Old dog, you don't know. I make music for my dreams, and I always believe that folk songs will rise."

Xiong Zhuo's tone was firm: "I used to do some genius reviews because I didn't understand what I really wanted. Later, I understood that in my life, I will pursue my dreams. My dream is folk songs! Folk songs will never be slaves!"

"I know folk songs may rise, but before the folk songs, you didn't even have the money to buy shorts. You are guarding a video with only a few hundred clicks per issue. You can't even afford to eat, so what are you talking about dreams?"

"If you don't say anything else, just talk about your shorts. Is it leaking? "

The people over there were no face at all.

"fart!"

Xiong Zhuo was so angry: "I have obviously not worn my pants for a long time!"

"What's wrong with men not wearing shorts? Is it embarrassing?"

He angrily put his cell phone away.

The room fell silent again.

He turned his head and looked out the window.

It was raining outside the window.

The rain drizzled and hit the glass.

This is the summer rain, the thunder god gushing, and the cool breeze is not stopped.

Xiong Zhuo sighed and doubted himself: "Do you really have to give up folk songs?"

He looked at the songs he pulled out to take stock of, and the songs in his headphones were still the same.

The indescribable taste is not particularly shining, but the indescribable boredom is not.

right.

Just dull.

"This class of folk singers is not good."

He shook his head and turned on the qq music casually.

On qq music, I found a special section for the release of new songs.

Here are some new song libraries that have just been released.

In the past, Xiong Zhuo would always look for new singers to upload new songs from this.

In his sense that the song that can lead folk songs out of their current predicament in the future should be an unknown novice.

There are not so many rules and regulations, and there are not so many constraints.

Only with freedom can one realize spirituality.

But for such a long time, Xiong Zhuo has never been able to find that guy who is invincible.

so……

Where exactly is he?

Xiong Zhuo glanced around and was a little hungry. He was about to take off his headphones and go to cook instant noodles when he suddenly looked at him and landed on the screen, with a light thrill.

"Nanshan South?"

He looked at the song and subconsciously glanced at the singer behind the song.

"Lin Nan?"

"A singer I haven't heard of."

He moved the cursor upwards: "This man doesn't even have avatar, he should be just a music lover."

Xiong Zhuo murmured to himself, but he was not very disappointed.

Like the songs, melodies or lyrics written by some well-known singers, they may be good, but most of them are too craftsmanship and less agility.

On the contrary, this kind of new singer may be a little worse in terms of melody and lyrics.

However, there may also be rare spirituality among them.

"Let me listen to it and see what kind of song this song is Nanshan Nan."

"It's better not to be so dull again."

Xiong Zhuo scratched his back, a little itchy.

He adjusted his sitting position and clicked on the playback.

It was originally just a curious thought.

But after the first sound...

Xiong Zhuo suddenly opened his eyes widened!

He felt...

I felt everything he was expecting and waiting for.

tune.

lyrics.

The stories contained in each sentence instantly made Xiong Zhuo tremble all over.

Xiong Zhuo instantly remembered a woman in his mind.

That year, that day.

He is just a music critic who stands out among countless upstarts with the program "Weekly Essence Songs".

He has a lot of fans and makes money quickly. Advertisers and singers who play the charts hold a lot of money, hoping that he can put their songs at the forefront of the inventory of the music.

For this reason, he once lived a luxurious life and had a happy life.

He traveled everywhere, went to bars with many voyeurism, and visited tourist attractions with crowds.

Playing in life, free and easy.

until……

He met the girl who moved him the most in his life.

The girl is not beautiful and petite, not very amazing, but she is as warm as the wind.

Every glance seems to carry countless loves in this life.

At first glance, you can see the happy life after being with this girl.

The girl has loved folk songs since she was a child, and she dreamed of carrying forward folk songs and making everyone in the world fall in love with folk songs.

Under the stars in a foreign land.

Xiong Zhuo patted his chest, looked into the girl's eyes, and seriously agreed to help her fulfill this dream.

So the two joined hands, day after day.

Xiong Zhuo gave up the "Weekly Jingqu Collection" of "The Weekly Jingqu Collection" that made a daily profit, and instead opened up a new battlefield that no one cares about "Folk Collection".
To be continued...