Why send it to me?

We are just strangers...

This is obvious when Han Yumian didn't ask. In her opinion, the song is full of affection from beginning to end, and Xu Yan sang it with his heart.

Moreover, many details are handled well and the sound should be carefully edited.

If you want to, then this is a song that is put on the shelves and sold directly for money, but Xu Yan did not do that.

"Maybe it's because of your card. You're not saving the only one, but all of us."

Xu Yan explained seriously that he did not want to gain any benefits through this song. He also knew that Han Yumian's bad temper would definitely not give up, so he continued:

"I'll deal with you with your current situation. You lend me 130,880. No matter whether you want this money or not, I will definitely return it to you. If you really don't want it, you donate it or throw it away! I'll give it to you because you have helped us. In addition, although I don't want your money, I have a request, and I hope you can agree!"

Han Yumian did not hesitate: "What are the requirements?"

Xu Yan said seriously: "You can't charge for this song!"

Han Yumian stagnated for a moment and asked subconsciously: "Why?"

Xu Yan pondered for a moment and replied: "If you have to tell the reason, it is that my sister's medical expenses are tens of thousands of dollars, which are social fundraising. What if there is someone among the people who listen to this song in the future who are one of the donors?"

The phone fell into silence again, and both of them remained silent, one was considering whether the other party would agree, and the other was shocked by the reason for not charging.

Knowledge charges are common sense. Although Xu Yan’s family situation is not clear, it must be difficult. Otherwise, why should he take the path of kidnapping?

It doesn’t matter whether the charges are charged or not. If the song is popular, the money you should get will not be less, but Xu Yan’s decision was unexpected to her.

Xu Yan doesn't remember how many lies he told Han Yumian how he lies.

Xu Wu received fundraising from the society, but that was only donated by the school, and only 10,000 or 20,000 yuan.

Thank you, but that's not the reason for not charging.

There is no charge for original creation, why should I charge for plagiarism?

This is Xu Yan’s true thought.

The song given to Han Yumian is on earth. The original author has no charges, so Xu Yan can listen to it happily in high school. Now he has to charge for it. What about the face?

Not long after, a response came from Han Yumian, just a simple word.

"good!"

She didn't mention any copyright fees, but it didn't mean that the matter was over. The other party seemed to have a stubborn temper and would not be good to anyone when they fought head-on.

It was as expected by Xu Yan that Han Yumian would not charge a fee, otherwise he would not have sent a song.

"By the way, you don't have to sing with me. I definitely sing this song as good as you. You can imagine it yourself and prepare your emotions."

As he was talking, Xu Yan felt a little guilty. A screenwriter taught a professional singer to sing?

Isn't this nonsense?

Han Yumian hummed in a nasal tone and said, "I will send it to you after the trial sing. What is the name of this song?"

Xu Yan said: "I remember Nanshan!"

"Nanshan, remember..."

Han Yumian repeated intermittently, and Xu Yan was not visible by her side. At this moment, Han Yumian's eyes were dull and there was a faint light of crystal tears.

No wonder you can hear your own shadow in the song, no wonder the stories and emotions created in it resonate with you. It turns out that this song was written based on yourself?

"You, you..."

"I asked Aunt Liu."

Xu Yan confessed and answered the questions.

Han Yumian's inner softness was touched. She remembered Nanshanwan, seven or eight years ago, and the days after leaving Nanshanwan.

"Thanks!"

She hung up the phone after the last thank you.

That night, a male voice that once made her afraid sing for her for five or six hours in her ears, and she couldn't sleep.

The boy's songs constructed countless pictures, making her remember that many years ago, the sky was full of fireworks and her mother hugged her quietly;

She remembered that the evening of paper money was sent to the evening breeze, and the Han family added new pain;

She remembers the fireflies under the moon, and the loneliness of the paper, the flowers bloom and fall, and they will never bear fruit.

That sentence on the moss tells me that you have never returned, which is undoubtedly the most heartbreaking thing that makes her sad.

After many years, where did you live in the place you used to live now?

It is late at night and a ray of light is submerged in the prosperity of the demon city. It is blooming with its own brilliance. It is very weak, but it can light up a world.

Han Yumian curled up and moved, her red eyes slowly opened, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.
Chapter completed!