Qingmei is no match for the sky. Why are you crying when I leave?

"You?"

Wen Ya knows her brother too well, in addition to singing well, what other specialties in music:

"Don't make my sister happy, let's go, go home and make my sister a good meal, my sister won't be sad."

"Sister, I really know how to write lyrics and music."

Wen Ya's eyes lit up, and then extinguished, "Don't tease sister, but sister is very happy today, tried it, and I don't regret it." Seeing

his sister's lost look, Wen Hao felt distressed.

Singing is his sister's dream, which failed to come true in his previous life, and in this life, he must help his sister fulfill this wish.

Wen Hao took Wen Ya's hand, ran to the steps, pushed open the heavy iron door, and came to the platform.

Wen Ya looked at him blankly, "Haohao, what are you doing?"

Wen Hao put his hands on his sister's shoulders, looked at her seriously, and said, "

Sister, I wrote a song a few days ago, originally I wrote it casually for fun, you listen to it, see if you can cope with the interview?"

He didn't wait for his sister to think about it, and directly whispered.

An unbelievable look appeared on the elegant and delicate face.

As Wen Hao's singing voice slowly turned intoxicated, soon a song "Left Finger Moon" ended, and her face was full of doubt:

"This is... This is what you wrote?

Wen Hao nodded, "Well, how is it, sister?" Wen

Ya was still intoxicated by the singing just now, and nodded mechanically.

"Sister, then do you remember?"

"You sing it again."

The elegant memory is super strong, especially the lyrics and melodies, which can be remembered once they are listened to in the past.

In order to cope with the interview and ensure that there were no mistakes

, she listened to Wen Hao sing three times in a row, and she was already able to recite it backwards.

Seeing this, Wen Hao took her hand, came to the door of the conference room, and pushed her in:

"Sister, come on, a song to become famous!"

Wen Ya was still a little unconfident, but she had already entered the conference room, so she had to bite the bullet and say,

"I can write songs, you guys give me another 3 minutes to listen to it, okay?"

The morning interview is over, and the interviewers are sorting out their materials and preparing to leave.

"What are you doing, the morning interview is over." Yun Rina said.

"Give me three more minutes and I'll sing a song I wrote."

"You?" Yun Rina hated it, finally drove it away, and returned to be a demon?

Several other interviewers had a good impression of Wen Ya, and they nodded their heads when they heard her sing the song she had written.

It's only three minutes anyway.

The middle-aged man said gently: "Then don't be stunned, wait for the orchestra to accompany you, start singing!"

The other interviewers agreed, and Yun Rina didn't have a good time saying anything.

She glared at Wen Ya.

A female worker who steps on a sewing machine writes saliva songs.

Wen Ya closed her eyes and breathed deeply, recalling the melody and lyrics just now, and an ethereal voice sounded:

"The left hand holds the earth, the right hand holds the sky, the palm print cracks out, the lightning in ten directions."

"Hurriedly exchanged time for years, three thousand worlds, as out of sight."

"The left hand pinched the flower, the right hand covered the sword, and the eyebrows fell, ten thousand years of snow."

"A tear, aaaaaa

The interviewers were still sorting out the information just now, chatting idly, and when they heard the elegant and ethereal singing, they all stopped what they were doing and concentrated on listening to the song.

With the singing, they gradually reveled in it, only feeling numb.

"With a snap of the fingers of the left hand and a string of the right hand, the boat is ferried between the waters of the Forgetting River."

"When troubled, can open a flame, do not stop, give me distractions."

"The left hand points to the moon, and the right hand takes the red thread, and gives you and me the love you wish for."

"In the moonlight, aaaaaa

Groove!

Those who listened burst into goosebumps!

The information in the middle-aged man's hand fell on the table, his mouth slightly open, staring at Wen Ya.

Crash!

Crash!

Then, the other interviewers froze in place, and the materials they had sorted out slipped out and scattered on the ground.

Yun Rina's heart sank.

In the conference room, the elegant and ethereal voice echoed, descending to the world like a fairy, and the clear soul was like the snow lotus of the Tianshan Mountains.

"I'm done singing."

After singing, Wen Ya flushed and exhaled.

"Huh? So fast?

"You wrote this? What a song!

"How can a layman write such a song, good lyrics, good song, I feel like my soul has been washed again!"