You Are My Rare Passion

Chapter 975

"You want me to sing?" Ye Xingbei asked, "why?"

The status of artists in Y country is low, far less beautiful than the artists here.

Therefore, ye Xinglan and ye Xingli protect her very well.

Asterism is famous all over the world, but few people know that ye Xingbei is asterism.

Ye Xinglan, in particular, has always resisted her entering the entertainment industry.

If it's not that composing lyrics and music is her biggest hobby, she can hide behind the scenes and not show up in front of people, and she doesn't want to touch the leaves of lyrics and music.

In ye Xinglan's mind, what a star says well is called a star, and what is hard to say is an actor.

In particular, famous stars are often stripped out of their ancestral generations and photographed by paparazzi wherever they go.

If you sneeze without covering your mouth, you may be in the headlines. There is no privacy at all. Every move is magnified infinitely. If you make a mistake, your ancestors will be asked after for 18 generations.

Ye Xinglan can't stand her life like that. He warned her that she can do it behind the scenes, but she can't do it in public.

The Ye family is a famous family from generation to generation. They can't play a single opera.

Although she doesn't have ye Xinglan's prejudice and thinks that the artist's status is humble, she really doesn't like the life of being noticed by people.

It's really beautiful to be a star and loved by countless people. But everywhere you go, you need to wear masks and sunglasses. Like a thief, you don't have any freedom. That kind of life is not what ye Xingbei likes.

"Because this is the song you wrote to us, so I want you to sing," Gu Jun locked her eyes one by one, his lips slightly hooked a gentle radian, his eyes shining with brilliance. "When you record the song, we will set it as a mobile phone ringtone, someone calls us, you can ring the song you sing to us, isn't it very good?"

His eyes are gentle and attentive, charming as if they can inhale the soul of people. Ye Xingbei's heart is as numb as electricity when he looks at it. He can't help holding his face and laughing, "but you have to think clearly, if I sing, not only can you set my song as a mobile phone ringtone, but countless fans can set my song as a mobile phone ringtone, and you can cycle single songs every day, Listen to my songs in the evening, and wake up in the morning... "

"Stop!" Gu Jun compared a pause gesture and said seriously: "I suddenly feel that the voice of that young man is more suitable for your new song. You are right. The voice of that young man is excellent, clean and ethereal. It just fits your elegant and flexible score."

Ye Xingbei knew it would be like this. He couldn't help laughing and fell into his arms.

Gu Jun pinched her cheek: "Ye Xiaobei, you are bad at it!"

"No," Ye Xingbei looked up at him with a smile. His eyes were watery and his smile was sweet and soft. "You like to listen. When I have time, I'll find a recording studio to record a version for you. I'll only listen to it for you, OK?"

What's wrong with that?

Gu Jun lowered his head and gave her a kiss: "it's a deal!"

Ye Xingbei nodded with a smile: "well."

She likes it very much.

Her works, her talent and her singing are so precious that her heart is as sweet as honey.

Every day I feel that he is good enough and can't be better.

Every day I find that he is better than yesterday.

She put her arms around Gu Junzhu's neck and gave him a kiss. "Sleep. You have to go to Xiaomi's tomorrow. You can't be late."