"Purpose for me?" After hearing Wang Kang's words, Li Qingman looked at Wang Kang suspiciously, with a look of doubt in his eyes.

Tailored, this shows that he wrote it himself, but how is this possible? He, a prodigal son, has no such ability.

The creation of each piece of music is extremely difficult, requiring the creator not only to be proficient in music, but also to have real talents and knowledge to write lyrics.

"Yes, my song is called Hongdou!" Wang Kang said with a smile.

This song is Faye Wong's famous work, with delicate and lingering lyrics with ancient charm.

Faye Wong's voice sounded a little diffuse, but his body was scattered but his spirit was not scattered. Under Faye Wong's singing, this song was extremely popular in his previous life.

Wang Kang once heard Li Qingman sing songs. Her voice was passionate, ethereal and full of purity. This is very similar to Faye Wong, so it is not an exaggeration to say that this song was tailor-made for Li Qingman.

Most of the music in ancient times were relatively dull, and the tone and rhythm were very simple.

If Li Qingman sang this red bean song, he believed that it would cause a great sensation.

"Hongdou?" Li Qingman asked, "This is the name of the song? It's too ordinary! Are you fooling me?"

Red beans are just a common food and are used to symbolize lovesickness, which is quite popular among talented men and beautiful people.

Could it be that this prodigal son also wants to make a fuss about this?

"How could it be? Then you just need to listen carefully. I believe you will definitely like it."

Wang Kang quickly promised.

"Sister Qingman, are you here?" At this moment, a female voice sounded outside the door.

"It's Chunhua here. I'll welcome her in and let you go for the time being. If you make music, that's easy to say. If you can't do it, I will definitely be around you." Li Qingman said in a low voice.

Then he let Wang Kang go and open the door. He noticed that the coldness in his throat had disappeared, and Wang Kang breathed a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, Li Qingman is still a martial arts master. It seems that he has to get along with him carefully in the future. Don’t offend her one day, and become a eunuch.

Li Qingman welcomed Chunhua into the house. When he saw Wang Kang, Chunhua's eyes lit up and he said respectfully to Wang Kang: "Young Master Kang is here."

They are now employed by Wang Kang and are given high salaries, so they are naturally respectful to Wang Kang.

"You go and call your other sisters over and bring the instruments. I want to teach Miss Li to sing music, and you need your cooperation!"

"Okay, Young Master Kang!" Chunhua responded without asking more, and then went out again.

Soon, she returned, followed by three young women, holding various musical instruments in her hands.

Everything was ready, Wang Kang asked Li Qingman: "You can write, right?"

After receiving a positive answer, Wang Kang said again: "You write down the lyrics with paper and pen. When I teach you how to sing later, you can learn lyrics and music quickly. I say you can write them."

Wang Kang was originally going to write it himself, but he was not very good at using brushes, so he asked Li Qingman to do it for him.

"Okay." Li Qingman responded, looking at Wang Kang with a strange look, and pretending to behave well. I want to see what you can say.

"I haven't felt it well yet, the snowflakes blooming climate..." Wang Kang said.

Hearing these two sentences, Li Qingman's eyes were stunned, and it was not as unbearable as he imagined.

"We will understand more about what tenderness is..." Wang Kang continued.

"I haven't held hands with you yet and walked through the deserted sand dunes. I may learn to cherish it from now on, and it will last forever."

After writing this, Li Qingman was stunned again. I had never seen the way of grouping the words. Most of the music I sang was based on poetry, but this was obviously not a poetry written by Wang Kang.

The words are also very ordinary, not gorgeous, and quite straightforward, but they have a unique artistic conception and rhyme.

Li Qingman became interested and listened carefully.

"Sometimes, sometimes, I believe that everything has an end, and there is a time when we get together and leave, and nothing will last forever."

"But sometimes, I would rather choose to be nostalgic and wait until the scenery is seen through, maybe you will accompany me and watch the flow of water."

Wang Kang continued to say it again, but Li Qingman's heart was greatly shocked. This poem tells a beautiful love story.

The two of them separated before they were together for a long time. This word missed the relationship... In just a few sentences, they expressed the lovesickness to the fullest.

Li Qingman looked at Wang Kang in disbelief. Is such delicate words really what this prodigal son did?

Wang Kang did not notice Li Qingman's expression, but continued to speak the lyrics.

"I haven't boiled the red beans into lingering wounds for you, and then shared them together, and I will understand the sorrow of lovesickness.

"You haven't felt it well yet. The soft kissing of awakening may be around me, and you are pursuing the freedom of loneliness."

"Sometimes, sometimes... maybe you will watch the flow of water with me."

Wang Kang finished speaking without pause. He glanced at Li Qingman, "How is it? Have you remembered it?"

Li Qingman looked at Wang Kang with complicated eyes. Not to mention what would happen to the song, this lyrics alone are already extraordinary, simple and straightforward, but full of profound meanings, and can reach people's hearts.

Moreover, she has never seen the typeface of this kind of word. Although she is unwilling to believe it, she has to admit that she likes this word very much.

Perhaps it was because of women that she could better understand the reluctance and lovesickness of the heroine in the poem. It turned out that this was Hongdou.

Red beans, also known as Acacia Dou, are the most in line with this name. She is increasingly looking forward to what kind of songs such lyrics will be perfect.

Seeing Li Qingman nodding, Wang Kang said again: "I'll start singing it now. This is a female song. My voice doesn't match, but it doesn't matter. You mainly listen to my tune..."

"And you guys..."

Wang Kang turned his eyes to Chunhua and the other four and said, "You must listen carefully, and finally give me a set of music."

Seeing that no one had any problems with the people, Wang Kang said, "Then I'll start singing!"

In an instant, the eyes of several women focused on Wang Kang, especially Li Qingman, with a strong sense of curiosity in her eyes.

Despite this, Wang Kang was not panicked at all. He was a famous microphone tycoon in his previous life, and his rap skills were even better than Cai Xukong.

"I haven't felt it well yet, the climate of snowflakes blooming..." Wang Kang began to sing.

Strictly speaking, this song is not suitable for male vocals, but this is a song that Wang Kang likes very much and is also quite familiar.

Every tune, pause, pitch, turn and turn are very accurate.

"Sometimes, sometimes..." Wang Kang sang affectionately, unconsciously integrating emotions into them. Although his tone is certainly not as good as Faye Wong, his emotions are expressed in full.

Li Qingman, who had been listening, had his eyes brighter and brighter, and he also integrated his feelings into it. Before he knew it, he was already crazy...
Chapter completed!