Zhao Liying really didn't want Luo Xiaofan to leave the hospital now. She wanted her cousin to stay in the hospital for a few more days.
But Luo Xiaofan was anxious.
He was too poor, and his phone was in arrears. Other than the 100 yuan that Zhao Liying gave him, he didn't have a single cent. He was in a hurry to earn money.
Those who had experienced the feeling of not having money would understand. It was a feeling of powerlessness that invaded their bones!
Money wasn't everything, but without money, one couldn't do anything!
Although Zhao Liying didn't quite understand why Luo Xiaofan was so anxious to be discharged, she couldn't resist Luo Xiaofan's unreasonable nonsense. In the end, Zhao Liying had no choice but to take Luo Xiaofan to handle the follow-up discharge and then return home.
Zhao Liying's house was in an alley next to Langfang 2nd Street. It was a bungalow.
It was already seven o'clock at night when she entered the house. The lights in the small bungalow were on, and the television in the living room was on. A middle-aged man and woman were sitting on the sofa watching television.
When Luo Xiaofan saw the middle-aged man and woman, he was stunned. He really didn't know how to address them. Fortunately, Zhao Liying immediately remembered that Luo Xiaofan had lost his memory, so she quickly reminded him in a voice as small as a mosquito," Cousin, this is my father and mother. You can call them aunt and uncle!"”
Luo Xiaofan quickly called out," Hello, little aunt, little uncle!”
Then, he saw his uncle and aunt immediately walk over with concern. They asked Luo Xiaofan about his warmth, which really made Luo Xiaofan feel the charm of kinship.| Strength.
After chatting with his uncle and aunt for a while, Luo Xiaofan said that he was tired and returned to his own room.
Luo Xiaofan entered the house and looked at the small house that would belong to him in the future.
The interior of the room was very simple, completely in line with the standards of an 18-year-old boy living in 2005. There were posters of slam dunk masters on the wall, a radio on the windowsill, a lamp on the desk, and an wooden guitar below. The only high-end thing in the entire room was a computer.
It had a bulky 17-inch " big-head " monitor, 512 memory, 80G hard disk, integrated graphics card, and an AMD-Athlon 64,3000 CPU. From Luo Xiaofan's point of view, this computer's configuration was garbage among garbage, but fortunately, this computer could still be turned on, and it could even access the Internet!
Looking at this computer that ordinary families couldn't afford, Luo Xiaofan couldn't help but look at his aunt and uncle in the living room through the gap in the door. How much did these two spoil their bodies? Why would they be willing to buy a computer that ordinary people didn't need in the 2005 era?
Although Luo Xiaofan knew that his aunt and uncle didn't like him, but this body, Luo Xiaofan still felt a little awkward, but he didn't do anything else. He only had one thought now: Since his soul had taken over this body, he would more or less shoulder the responsibilities of this body. For example, he should think of ways to make some money to improve the environment of this home. To be realistic, it was actually to improve his living standards.
Luo Xiaofan felt that it was terrible to have no money.
As for the matter of using songs to earn money, Luo Xiaofan had already asked Zhao Liying. In this world, downloading songs from the Internet was the same as in his previous world. They all needed money, and this world had greater protection for creators. After the songs were uploaded online, without permission, it was forbidden to cover them!
In this world, there was a website on the internet in China called " Dream Music Network ". This website was established in China in 1993. In the original music website of this site, listening was free, but downloading songs required money. All songs were downloaded for 1 yuan per song. One account only needed to pay once to download unlimited, and this 1 yuan was split 5:5 between the original author and the website.
Luo Xiaofan liked the website's system very much. What he liked even more was that this " Dream Music Network " only limited the copyright of songs to the word " protection " and would not interfere much. For example, after a song became popular on this website, if he wanted to sell an album or CD, then no matter how much money he earned, this " Dream Music Network " would not take it.
Luo Xiaofan took out his notebook and flipped through it. He found one of the songs," Father." The lyrics of this song were simple, and the instrument could be played with a guitar. There was no difficulty. The song was simple, and the tune was catchy. It was a model song that would definitely be popular!
What kind of music was the most popular? Luo Xiaofan, who had lived in 2016, had experienced the era of " big data." He deeply understood that the most popular songs were not gorgeous songs. The most profitable songs were the most vulgar songs. For example, songs like " Two Butterflies " and " Mouse Loves Rice " were very vulgar songs, but they were vulgar with emotions and content. They were considered vulgar and elegant.
Because it was vulgar, it had a wide audience, many listeners, and a large purchase base. Only then could it earn money.
Therefore, Luo Xiaofan decided that the first song he published in this new world would be this!
" Father " was a song sung by the chopsticks brothers many years later. The lyrics were touching, and everyone who heard it would have a sour nose. Luo Xiaofan believed that as long as he published this song on the Internet, it would definitely make many people like it.
Just do it!
Luo Xiaofan picked up the guitar, tried to pluck a few notes, changed a few chords, and tuned it professionally. He shook his head in dissatisfaction.
This guitar was too low-grade.
Guitars were generally divided into three grades: the first grade was an all-single guitar, the second grade was a single-board guitar, and the lowest quality was the guitar in Luo Xiaofan's hand, a composite guitar. A low-quality guitar that was less than 3000 yuan could produce the sound of a guitar, but it could not perfectly express the sound that the musician wanted.
However, it didn't matter. Luo Xiaofan only needed to get some money to spend now. The quality of the instrument was secondary. As long as Luo Xiaofan got the first sum of money, he would immediately exchange his things for what he wanted the most!
After Luo Xiaofan fiddled with the guitar for a long time and confirmed that there were no major problems, he began to play and sing. The first few times, he only played the chords, the middle few times, he added SOLO, and the last few times, he played the entire song once.
After confirming that there would not be any errors, Luo Xiaofan turned on the microphone and tried to record a segment. He adjusted the position a few times to ensure that there would not be too much noise. Then, he officially set up the score, lyrics, and microphone. Then, he held the strings with his left hand and gently swept the wave plate with his right hand.
A beautiful tune slowly and continuously came out from Luo Xiaofan's hands.
"I always ask for something from you, but I never thank you. It wasn't until she grew up that she understood how difficult it was for her. Every time she left, she would pretend to be relaxed, smile and say,"Go back." Then she turned around and tears welled up in her eyes. I want to be like before, holding your warm hand, but you're not by my side. I entrust the breeze to bring you peace and health."
A low, somewhat sad voice came out of Luo Xiaofan's mouth. What made Luo Xiaofan very gratified was that the voice of the body he had transmigrated to was not bad. The vocal range was wide enough, and the voice was unique. It had the potential to be popular. If he added a suitable song, it would definitely become the kind of voice that everyone would want to imitate.
Luo Xiaofan sang slowly, and the guitar in his hand did not stop. Gradually, the song entered a high pitch.| Luo Xiaofan's voice gradually became louder.
"Time, time, slow down. Don't let you grow old anymore. I'm willing to use everything I have in exchange for a father who will stay with you for a long time and be strong for life. What can I do for you?”
"Thank you for everything you've done. You supported our family with both hands and always did your best to give me the best. Am I your pride? Are you still worried about me?”
Luo Xiaofan was very engrossed in singing, because if he didn't put his feelings into this song, it would become emotionless. No one would listen to a song without emotions.
Luo Xiaofan sang without emotion and gradually forgot everything. Only his voice was slowly flowing in the room. However, what Luo Xiaofan did not know was that at this moment, at the door of his room, there were three pairs of eyes staring at him in shock through the small gap in the door.
His youngest uncle-in-law lowered his voice and asked in shock," Xiao Ying, tell Daddy. What happened to your cousin? How did she suddenly become able to sing such a song after staying in the hospital for a few days? Why did this song make Daddy want to cry? Eh, Xiao Ying, why are you crying?"
Zhao Liying wiped her tears away." Dad, I really don't know what happened to Cousin. The only thing I know is that I don't seem to hate Cousin anymore. I really don't want to cry anymore, but my tears can't help but flow!”
Her aunt pinched the father and daughter beside her." The child's father! Xiao Ying! Shut up and listen carefully!"
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