I really don't want to be a doctor

Chapter 28 I hum, I hum for you
In order to be able to enshrine the gods with one song.

Yu Wenxing chose the most popular song on earth that year.

It was a song that has been called incomparable.

In the name of the father!

Yu Wenxing also believes that this song will become popular.

However, when he took the headphones handed over by the tuner brother and listened to his own singing,

He found out he was wrong.

He doesn't know if this song will be popular.

But the song must have been ruined by itself.

It was like the sound of car tires rubbing against the ground.

It was like the sound of fingernails scratching a blackboard.

Hearing Yu Wenxing frantically shaking his head frequently.

"Help me adjust it, this song is really popular."

Yu Wenxing is unwilling to give up this path.

The old tuner had an ugly expression on his face. He looked at Yu Wenxing and didn't speak for a while.

In the end, Yu Wenxing was dragged away by Ran Xiaoyu to leave the studio of [Don't Be Noisy].
The tuner brother is going crazy.

Holding the USB flash drive of the song sung by Yu Wenxing, weeping loudly, saying that he didn't study hard when he was studying, and that he would kill himself if he tuned this song.

Like a cuckoo crying blood, she fainted again and again from crying.

The two sat in the car awkwardly, and Ran Xiaoyu gave Yu Wenxing a bitter look. Because of the health of the tuner brother, her song would not be available tomorrow.

"Sister Xiaoyu, I."

"Stop it!" Ran Xiaoyu closed her eyes in pain,

"I didn't expect that I could sing so badly." Yu Wenxing laughed awkwardly. "I doubt I'm music material at all."

Ran Xiaoyu opened her eyes and looked at Yu Wenxing seriously, "Be more confident."

"Remove [I suspect]."

After finishing speaking, Ran Xiaoyu stepped on the gas pedal, and the car shot up and sped away.

"Hey"

Yu Wenxing was almost rushed directly onto the windshield, and hurriedly pulled up his seat belt, wanting to speak, but saw that the other party really had no desire to speak, so he could only keep his mouth shut and began to think.

music this way.

It seems very tortuous!
It was past 9 o'clock in the evening, and most of the eating places in the county were closed for them. Audi ran a few times on several main streets, and finally found an open barbecue stall.

running all the way,
Ran Xiaoyu's anger also subsided a lot.

Although she still felt that Yu Wenxing's making music was just to amuse her.

But Yu Wenxing at least performed an operation on her mother, didn't he?

He frantically comforted himself that today he was just here to thank some Yu Wenxing, suppressed the collapse in his heart, and handed the menu to Yu Wenxing.

Yu Wenxing politely pushed it to Ran Xiaoyu.

Ran Xiaoyu didn't talk nonsense, and ordered a few dishes.

The dishes came out quickly, but Yu Wenxing was really hungry, so he frantically grilled rice.

Ran Xiaoyu was also very hungry, but the way she ate was more than a hundred times more refined than Yu Wenxing's. She ate with small mouthfuls, eating without clattering her tongue, or swallowing without clattering her throat.

After the meal, Yu Wenxing couldn't wait to speak.

"Sister Xiaoyu, isn't the song I just sang ugly?"

Ran Xiaoyu, whose complexion improved slightly after eating, suddenly changed greatly, and said in pain, "Stop talking."

Yu Wenxing laughed at himself, "I know I can't sing well, but this song is really good, why don't you sing it?"

Ran Xiaoyu froze for a moment.

She listened to Yu Wenxing's singing just now, but the latter part was indeed too ugly, so she took off the earphones.

The lyrics of this song are really good.

cool morning dew

wet black dress

foggy stone road

The lyrics are not complicated, but there is a dark wind in it.

If you let me sing this song?

Ran Xiaoyu thought about it.

My temperament does not match this song well. The combination of dark wind and sweet wind is difficult to perform well, so I shook my head, "Let's forget it. I don't have a song, so I can't sing."

"Do you have a tune?"

Ran Xiaoyu asked knowingly.

She was sure that Yu Wenxing had no tunes.

Yu Wenxing was embarrassed, "I don't have the tune, but."

"I can sing it again, and you write down the tune."

"Don't! Don't!"

Ran Xiaoyu almost didn't jump up, "Don't sing, you have something to say."

Yu Wenxing smiled awkwardly, "Let's do this, I'll hum, I can hum for you. Then you can memorize the tune and make it up when you go back, can't you?"

Ran Xiaoyu saw Yu Wenxing's serious face, and begged, "Can you let me go?"

In the end, even though Yu Wenxing begged in every possible way, Ran Xiaoyu still refused to hear him sing again, and the restaurant was about to close, so Yu Wenxing had to give up.

In the car.

"Sister Xiaoyu, anyway, it will take more than ten minutes for you to send me back. You see, we have nothing to say when we sit like this. How about I hum for you."

Yu Wenxing did not give up.

He is really sure that this song will be popular.

But he also knew that in his situation, wanting to make this song popular was undoubtedly a dream.

It would be better to let Ran Xiaoyu sing.

I can also get the title of composer and lyricist.

At least it can be regarded as a way to enter the entertainment industry.

Just get into this circle.

Isn't it easy to complete small goals?

Of course he also thought about selling songs by himself.

But one has no way.

The second one has no tune.

Even if you sell it, you won't make much money.

Without waiting for Ran Xiaoyu's consent, Yu Wenxing began to shake his head again, getting into the rhythm, ready to hum.

Ran Xiaoyu was about to cry.

Yu Wenxing chuckled and praised his wit.

When his first sound came out, Ran Xiaoyu slammed on the brakes to stop the car, looked at Yu Wenxing seriously, a trace of confusion flashed across his face, then heaved a sigh of relief, and finally said:
"The car is here for you, you can drive back by yourself."

Yu Wenxing: "????"

I will take a taxi back by myself.

After all, Yu Wenxing still didn't have the courage to let Ran Xiaoyu take a taxi home by himself.

He really didn't have the guts to ask for a car directly.

Although he is very envious.

But self-consolation: I will soon become a billionaire, and Audi is no longer worthy of me.

Unless it's Pikes Peak.

Eyes wide open, drooling and waving goodbye to the car that almost belonged to him, and returning to his two-bedroom house, Yu Wenxing took out a pen.

He felt that it was necessary to plan his life journey carefully.

The novel, it seems, is almost out of play.

There is still hope for music.

After all, as long as there are mixers and tuners,

But it seems that this old man should be irritable and unwilling to help himself.

But if you have money, it should be different.

If you don't want to, I'll find someone else!

But where does the money come from?

Yu Wenxing returned to this question again,
I have no money myself.

Gotta make money first.

To make money, you have to sell songs first.

After going around a circle, I had to find Ran Xiaoyu to sing.

But Ran Xiaoyu is unwilling!
She'd rather give me the car than hear me hum,
what can I do?
Still have to write and arrange.

Yu Wenxing was dizzy from this mess, and secretly sighed: My time travel is so difficult, how can I be worthy of those bosses of the Space-Time Management Bureau? After that, he fell into a deep sleep.

(End of this chapter)