Reborn since 2005

Chapter 128 Borrow the talents of others to benefit yourself

That day I sang karaoke until past one o'clock in the morning.

After selling the copied songs to Gu Ru, Yan Xin relaxed and seemed very relaxed and even a little high in the second half.

I don’t know how many beers I drank.

However, the alcohol content of the beer there is very low, and it is more suitable to be called beer-flavored water. It has no other use except increasing the number of trips to the toilet.

Not to mention not drunk, not even tipsy.

This time we didn’t spend much money on a private room for the karaoke. The price of a private room here is so low that it looks like we got it for free.

It's just that the fruit plate will be more expensive than other places, and if you ask a girl to accompany you, the charge will be even more expensive.

Overall, the consumption will be higher than other KTVs.

But for the two of them now, this little money really doesn't count, and they don't care about it at all.

The two of them went back together, and Chen Li asked Yan Xin if he was interested in doing any other entertainment activities, such as renting a room and asking a girl to accompany him to chat about life and ideals.

Yan Xin rejected him: "Don't try to persuade me, I am sworn in with pornography, gambling and drugs!"

Chen Lidao: "By God, I have no sworn relationship with gambling and drug addiction!"

I didn't go to work the next day, and it was past ten o'clock when I woke up.

After waking up, I took a look at my phone and saw Gu Ru’s QQ message: “I wrote your song in front of the recording and sang it a few times. I thought it was pretty good. I also sent it to a few friends and they all listened to it.

I said yes. I’m going to find a friend to arrange the music today. What class are you in now? Let’s meet and discuss cooperation when we have time.”

I saw the time was sent here after nine o'clock.

Yan Xin replied: "Sorry, I went to the karaoke room to sing on my birthday yesterday. I slept a little late and just woke up. I worked the morning shift before the 31st, and I was still at the same position. But I didn't go to work today, so I asked for leave.

Rest. Sister Ru, you can meet whenever you want."

Before I even got up, I could hear the popping sound coming from the living room. It was Chen Li starting to fuck again, banging the keyboard fiercely.

"What a hard-working little bee!" Yan Xin sighed in his heart.

I closed my eyes and squinted for a few more minutes, then got up, walked out of the bedroom, and saw Chen Li typing in the living room.

Although this guy is a little more salty than before, overall he is still very hardworking.

After washing, he sat next to Chen Li and asked him: "Where should we eat for lunch?"

"casual."

Chen Li said something, stopped typing, and said:

"I read the diary you posted on QQ space yesterday. The lyrics are so awesome. Brother, your writing is pretty good. How come you can't write online novels well? Is it because you're lazy?"

Yan Xin glanced at him depressedly and thought to himself: "If I can really write a good novel, shouldn't I just do it myself?"

Now if I want to take the song-copying route, it’s hard to say that my writing is bad. I waved my hand and said:

"For things like lyrics, as soon as inspiration comes, they come out in a flash. But for things like novels, there are millions of words at every turn. No amount of inspiration can fill the hole. This is not the same thing at all. I can

I can write lyrics, but I can’t write novels.”

Chen Li understood: "The inspiration in your novel can only support your imagination, design of characters and plot conflicts, but cannot support the filling in of details."

Yan Xin nodded: "That's it. In terms of novels, I only have the ability to design, but not the practical ability."

Chen Li rolled his eyes: "You mean you are an interior designer, and I am a tiling master."

"Young man, don't belittle yourself," Yan Xin patted his shoulder and said sincerely, "Tilers are very important. Most people can't do this job well!"

The cooperation between the two people is very important. No one can be missing the other, so appropriate encouragement is necessary.

However, Chen Li didn't think it was encouragement, and felt that he had been hit.

But I have to admit that this young man, who is more than a year younger than me, is a very talented person.

Without him, Yan Xin could live a comfortable life with his songwriting ability.

And without Yan Xin, he can only write old-fashioned stories, which most likely won't even be qualified to be published on the shelves.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: "We are all the same people, why are there such big differences?"

Yan Xin had a rest that day. After lunch, he went to Tianyou City for a walk and bought several sets of clothes and two pairs of shoes, spending more than a thousand yuan.

The weather is getting warmer, and the clothes Aili gave him are only suitable for winter. Now he should buy some spring and summer clothes.

I can still be considered a rich man, so there is no need to dress so expensively.

That night, he used the computer for a while while Chen Li was taking a shower, logged into QQ space, clicked on the blog, and saw more than a dozen comments.

Among them were his QQ friends and a few strangers.

His QQ space is not set up to prevent strangers from entering, so strangers will come in and leave comments.

Judging from the comments, most of them are praising him for his talent, and a few are here to trample the space, leaving the comment space to trample each other.

There is a comment from Gu Ru: "Well written."

Xiao Shiyu commented: "Uncle, I can definitely feel your feelings."

There is also Ellie’s comment: “It’s so well written, I almost cried.”

Yan Xin did not reply.

In this diary, he is a creator and an artistic young man. He must maintain the character of a literary young man and cannot interact with others casually.

I was originally thinking about continuing my efforts, publishing another diary, and copying another lyrics.

But I thought that it would be bad to use too much force, so I controlled my eagerness to plagiarize.

That night, the stray cat in reincarnation sent him a message:

"I saw your diary yesterday. What, do you want to develop into the music industry?"

"How can you tell this?" Yan Xin said very strangely.

Although he did think so, he was surprised how the other party could see it.

Stray cat in reincarnation: "If you don't have this idea, why did you post that thing? You won't tell me that you have an overflowing literary heart and want to show off your talents in QQ space, right?"

"Isn't it possible?" Yan Xin asked.

"It's okay, but that's not your style." The stray cat in reincarnation said.

Yan Xin finally admitted: "I do have such an idea and want to try it. Anyway, I won't suffer any loss."

Then he asked: "Do you think the lyrics I wrote are good?"

Stray cat in reincarnation: "I don't want to praise you."

I don't want to praise it, but it means that the lyrics are worthy of praise, which makes Yan Xin a little happy - it seems that his image in Sister Cat's mind has changed again, and he has become a talented person.

Although this was a song he stole from later generations, the other party didn't know that it would be considered original after rounding it off.

I also understand why in so many time-travel novels, the protagonists always copy poems.

It's really fun to do something like this by borrowing other people's talents to show off.

——As long as no one comes to expose it.

(End of chapter)