Entertainment: Late-Night Old Driver Picked Up Big Honey

Yan Luo was still the same as before.

He plucked the strings of the guitar.

"I hope your ideals are still there when you are thirty. I'll give you a song called "Ideal Thirty" for you to appreciate."

Yang Mi, who was watching Yan Luo's live broadcast, immediately became serious.

"When did this bastard write a new song? He bought Mahua with me today, and now he's releasing a new song?"

Thinking of this -

Yang Mi sent a message to the person in charge of publicity and operation in the studio.

Yan Luo is now a signed artist, so naturally he has to take it seriously.

"Screen recording, editing, and Yan Luo's live broadcasts in the future will all be done this way."

Yang Mi signed a contract with Yan Luo... Actually, it was not her personal studio.

The reason has been mentioned before.

Personal studios serve individuals, and the tax rate is relatively low.

Yan Luo signed a contract with a partner company.

It is called Kyoto Jiami Culture Communication Co., Ltd.

It is actually an empty shell, the same team.

The company is actually controlled by Yang Mi himself.

But it can also be used for cooperation, to divide equity, and to motivate the team.

"Hehe, before, I said I would buy shares in someone, but in the end, I bought a company. No, I still have to tie Yan Luo down."

Yang Mi thought a little too far.

That contract could not restrict Yan Luo at all.

Especially when Yan Luo had his own company.

So to tie them together, they had to use shares.

Otherwise, when Yan Luo left one day, or met some seductive stuff, Yang Mi felt that he had lost a lot.

Yan Luo didn't know what Yang Mi was thinking.

The sound of the guitar seemed to have a little more sadness in the quiet night.

"After the rain, a car drove through the pale twilight."

"The old iron sheet drove south, the lover was gone, listening to the poetry radio under the thick smoke."

"At least the emotionless cough looked cute on the way home."

"The strings have lost their posture, and the child who listened to the song at night is no longer seen."

"Time is monologued in a hurry, grinding the wandering into a cassette."

"The withered feelings have been crushed into years... Woo..."

Yan Luo's voice drilled into everyone's ears, turning into regrets and loneliness.

..............

The rhythm of this song is not as good as "Anhe Bridge", and the melody is not as good as "Yuxiang".

But the lyrics are the portrayal of each listener. Listening to it, regrets come.

Live broadcast room:

"Yan Luo's songs are always so wasteful, and I am the one who listens to them."

"That year, youth always passed too quickly, and it trapped the curtain of early and late."

"I am most afraid of understanding a song, and I hope I won't wake up after three rounds of drinking."

There are three folk songs: love, ideals, and distance.

There are three listeners: loneliness, mediocrity, and desolation.

The girl is love, the guitar is an ideal, and the north and south are far away.

"Just get old, don't wake up lonely."

"You long to leave, but there is no place to stop."

"Just sing, narrow your eyes, and the collapse of hot tears."

"It's just an existence that has not arrived."

"Youth is drunk again in the nameless arms."

"Rely on laughter to waste the generosity of gathering and separation..."

The song has just reached its climax, and the order from the passenger also sounded in everyone's heart.

[Ding, you have a new order! 】

"Okay, old rules, the song ends here for now, and the service to the people is limited."

The live broadcast room exploded:

"Yan Luo, you are also a loser, but you still pay a few dollars for the taxi fare. I will double it for you."

"You are so suspenseful, and you didn't finish singing. You are really a loser."

"Don't work hard, come to auntie, I will give you a house, a car, and myself."

"Ahaha... The upstairs is not the legendary rich woman, how does auntie see me?"

"Who the hell placed the order. Can't the anchor finish a song properly?"

"..."

"Don't make a fuss, you can listen to the song at any time."

"But taking a taxi late at night may be an emergency."

Not every loser is called Yan Luo.

Although everyone curses, everyone likes such a real anchor.

The key is high appearance and talent...It seems that everything else can be forgiven, even the loser.

Yan Luo drove a lot of ways before picking up a male passenger.

"Hello, are you the passenger with the phone number ending in 4913?"

"Yes, driver, how long does it take to get to the East Station?"

"Quite a long time."

"How long at least?"

"On horseback?"

"Yes!"

"On horseback it will take even longer. It's illegal to ride a horse."

"Hahahaha... you're so humorous, brother. I don't ride a horse. It's just too late, there are no subways or buses, so I have to take a taxi."

"You're in a hurry, right?"

"Go home to see the kids."

The man hesitated for a moment, but still reminded her.

"Hurry up, the East Station won't be closed, right? I just want to go early and sleep inside, so it'll be easier to get on the bus tomorrow morning."

Yan Luo glanced at the rearview mirror.

This is a face that has experienced many vicissitudes of life.

"Master, why are you still here so late?"

"I just got off work, my clothes are a little dirty, I didn't have time to go back to change. Sorry."

"You got off work so late, you are on duty, have you eaten?"

"It's okay, anyway, when I'm off work, I can eat or not, I'm not afraid of you laughing."

The live broadcast room seemed to be still at this moment.

People who work overtime or not are silent at this moment.

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PS: Chen Hongyu of "Ideal Thirty"

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