Rebirth of the Supreme Writer

Regarding Ning Qianyun's hiding in the past, Yi Ming was no less curious than others. Of course... everyone would be curious about what kind of things would lead to Uniasia advancing to Ning Qianyun's level back then.

For the diva's sometimes resolute snow hiding.

A diva-level singer is a cash cow for the company, and is the target of the spotlight everywhere.

At this moment, Yi Ming did not hesitate too much and said loudly: "Okay... it's settled."

Ning Qianyun looked at Yi Ming meaningfully and said, "Then let's start counting now."

Time passed slowly, and Yi Ming sat on the sofa, his face as sinking as water, not showing much expression.

It wasn't until dozens of minutes passed that Yi Ming said aloud: "Do you like meaningful, fresh and nostalgic songs, or the kind of sad farewell love songs that are easy to resonate with?"

Ning Qianyun was shocked when she heard this. Is this person really such a monster? It's too unbelievable.

Speechless, very speechless, the world of monsters is truly incomprehensible.

Ning Qianyun sighed, looking a little disappointed and shocked, and deliberately asked with some bad taste: "Can you make a song about a wanderer leaving his hometown, missing his parents, and missing his hometown? It needs to include current popular elements.

It’s inside.”

Yi Ming was stunned and said very dissatisfied: "Sister, I won't let you deliberately make things difficult for others, right?"

Ning Qianyun snorted, her teeth itching with hatred and she really wanted to pounce on Yi Ming and take a bite. Sister, who is the eldest sister? I am still very young, okay. She said angrily: "I'm happy

.”

An imperceptible smile appeared on Yi Ming's face. After humming a few times, he asked, "Are you sure? If so, the terms of the bet must be changed, otherwise I will suffer too much."

"Are you still at a disadvantage? How many people want to know but don't know yet, just be content."

Ning Qianyun immediately rejected Yi Mingyou's shameless conditions without mercy.

Yi Ming sighed for a while and said: "If you meet someone unkind, then just show off your humiliation reluctantly."

When he finished speaking, he picked up a notebook from under the coffee table, opened it, turned to a blank page and said: "A song that contains the feeling of a wanderer leaving his hometown and missing his parents far away in his hometown, and this song must also contain popular elements.

Inside, it’s really difficult, but it’s not too difficult.”

When Ning Qianyun heard this, she was a little shocked. When her little temper broke out, she was really a bit pushy, but I think she was a monster. I'm afraid she could really do it, otherwise she wouldn't be so confident now.

Yi Ming turned the signature pen in his hand, and after a roller coaster ride in his mind, he calmly took the pen and started writing on the paper.

Seeing Yi Ming writing so fast, Ning Qianyun was secretly surprised, and felt a little excited in her heart. She thought to herself that this guy must not just write a random song to deal with himself.

When Yi Ming stopped writing and said it was done, Ning Qianyun immediately stood up and came over impatiently, snatched the notebook from Yi Ming's hand, then took a deep breath and looked at the notebook.

… … …

"Heart of an Inch of Grass"

Lyrics: Yi Ming!

White: The thread in a loving mother's hand, the clothes on a wanderer's body.

Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late.

Whoever speaks of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.

… …

Don't ask, is my home at the end of the world?

I know, there are mountains full of rhododendrons there

Don't ask, is there any mythology in my home?

I know... there is a white crescent moon living in the tree...

Don't ask, when will I arrive at my home?

That river flows, my concern for you

Don't ask, is my home beautiful and prosperous?

I light up..., the stars and torches in the night sky...

My home is in my heart, my home is in my dreamland

Over mountains and ridges, across oceans, I still keep you here to watch

You will turn your earnest expectations into the moonlight in front of the window

The mountains are high and the water is long, shining on the wanderer's heart

With your warm eyes, you escort me to fly far away

A small heart makes me cry in my dreams...

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ps: I personally like this song "Heart of an Inch of Grass" very much. Haha, I posted the lyrics in full, there is absolutely no suspicion of trying to fill in the word count!

This song is worth listening to!

Really nice to listen to...