"Everything sounds nice." When he was alone with Yang Yi, Jiang Nan always seemed more generous. Of course, Yang Yi would not use the word "luxury" to evaluate her. He used the popular Internet term in his previous life - black-hearted.

From a thunderous campus to the dimly lit street, although the environment around you is still noisy, Jiang Nan feels particularly at ease because there is no chasing countless gazes and the fresh smell of grass coming from the boy.

Although there are always people who are with me at other times, going to school and going home, they - or exactly "them" are the only ones who can't get into their hearts. Although those laughters float around them all the time, they seem to be very far away.

At least, Jiang Nan knew that in her heart, another person was moving forward expressionlessly in laughter, just like friends and classmates around her, they were ghosts in another parallel world. They saw their every move, but they could not have spiritual intersections.

Until Yang Yi's appearance, since he broke into the private world he deliberately maintained, and then a series of stories that happened between them that were slightly legendary, the two gradually approached.

"Are these songs and the comic book advertisements all made by your friend who has a very talented music?" After making his own evaluation of these music, Jiang Nan's originally quiet eyes kept paling Yang Yi at this time, making the rebirth feel that the pressure was getting higher.

After hesitating for a while, I finally "confessed" selectively: "The song I sang at your house, and the first one, was a song from two friends, and two ancient style new folk music, I can be considered as arranging the song myself."

Yang Yi, who has had social experience, knows a lot more about leaving room for things than a child of this age. He relies on his advantages of rebirth to take all the resources of his future generations into himself. This is unrealistic and too greedy.

The advertisement song was taken from the music team of the island country. The puppet music that he just played was a product of another island with the same origin, which made Yang Yi feel much less guilty. If he practiced the songs of Pu Shu and chopsticks, he would be too greedy.

Therefore, if you can leave it to the original owner, try not to move. But it was originally a cultural related product outside this land, and sometimes Yang Yizhan would never be ruthless when he was himself.

"I'll teach me the guzheng this weekend." After hearing the boy's "confession", the girl's eyes flashed with surprise, but her expression was light.

But Yang Yi almost flashed his waist: "Just my level?" He did not underestimate himself. His performance in the studio just now was not very skilled at the beginning. Even after entering the state later, Yang Yi's level could only be considered an amateur among amateurs.

The reason why it can also cause such an impact and shock to all students in the school, including some teachers, is mostly due to the first time that this new Chinese folk music was played in Yuezhou. The ethereal zither sound of the song itself, which is like a clear spring hitting a stone, can almost capture the hearts of most listeners at the first time, making people intoxicated by the soothing and beautiful melody. It has nothing to do with Yang Yi's poor performance skills of only three songs.

Jiang Nan ignored him and walked forward.

Yang Yi followed behind and smiled bitterly: "The violin hanging in your room has Mark Immel Bichinodi's signature on it. There are no calluses on the left finger, but there are thin and elastic ones on the right hand, and there are chins. Only those who often hook violins will..."

Seeing Jiang Nan turn her head a little surprised, and getting used to the amazing look of boys, Yang Yi shrugged and spread his hands: "Do you still want to continue? I can barely play the guzheng in front of such a violinist who is at least an excellent one. When it comes to teaching people to learn, isn't it too difficult for me to do it?"

At this moment, Yang Yi couldn't help but sigh that the behemoth called the Internet in later generations was so smooth because of its existence that his journey of rebirth could appear so smooth.

...

When I got home, my mother Yang Min had already had a meal and slipped out of the house, but there was still hot food on the table.

Since the first shot of "Cloud Desert: The Nine Provinces Floating" was launched, Yang Min resigned at Yang Yi's strong request. Although he was inevitably in a state of mind for the first few days, it has barely become a habit, and habits have become natural. Yang Min quickly adapted to the leisurely life of watching TV series every day, playing cards, and dancing at night.

Sometimes he forgot to cook, so he would bring a takeaway in the old shop at the entrance of the alley, which made Yang Yi feel like he was trapped in his own way. After being reborn, no matter how delicious the food outside was, he still liked the taste of the food made by his mother.

However, now that his mother is not here, he naturally considers another thing that he has already made plans but has never had the chance to take action.

It is time to create your own kingdom. Although the prototype of this kingdom looks more like an unrealistic fantasy of a middle school student at this time, the first step is to take it out.

After opening up Rogo's elder brother, the sound of lights and wine came from over there. Yang Yi laughed silently. Even though he was doing a cultural career, some things were always common for men. So he had to raise the volume slightly: "Is it Brother Luo? If you have time tomorrow weekend, let's talk about it. I have a plan to tell you."

The first volume of "What Things in the Song Dynasty" was sold nationwide with a sales volume of nearly 2 million yuan, with a price of 18 yuan. The one I got from Yang Yi was more than 2 million yuan. This figure looked amazing in 1997, but most of the profits still fell into the hands of major sellers - that is, bookstores. Even Rogo's biggest benefit was that it gained the reputation of the publisher.

Although the second "Yunhuang" comic is not as sales as "Song Dynasty", the peripheral products derived from this comic have not yet been launched. In addition, the revenue from adaptation into TV animations can exceed "Song Dynasty".

But these incomes still have to be distributed to Rogo.

There are also the songs played today and countless songs of its brothers and sisters. Although these ancient style new folk music currently do not see the hope of profit, they cannot erase their value. When people's consumption concepts are cultivated in the future, these Chinese-style soundtracks of Chinese-style animations are also indispensable vivid muscle blood in Yang Yi's cultural country.
Chapter completed!