47: Chapter 47 You can write songs? Uh… I just learned.

"Actually, I inherited my mother's heart disease. If it doesn't flare up, I can live until I die, but if it does, I might die tomorrow."

She stood up, looking at Qin Xun's back, her eyes brimming with tears.

"Although I'm 18 now, I might as well be someone with one foot in the grave."

"Before I die, this is my only little wish."

"Can't you just fulfill it for me?"

Qin Xun was startled. He turned around and looked at the tears in her eyes, unsure if she was telling the truth or not.

He hesitated for a moment, then said with a serious expression.

"Little one, focus on getting better."

He turned around and placed his hand on the doorknob.

But he heard Song Ying's voice behind him rise a few octaves, sounding somewhat miserable.

"You forced me!"

Qin Xun was startled.

She isn't going to jump off the building, is she?

He quickly turned his head and saw Song Ying's legs buckle as she lunged forward, half-kneeling on the ground and hugging his thigh tightly, shaking it vigorously.

"Big brother, I beg you!"

"I beg you, big brother!"

"Please, won't you agree?"

Xia Ning: "!!!"

She watched as Song Ying hung onto Qin Xun's leg like a koala, unable to help but widen her eyes.

Is this how she acts spoiled? That's hardcore!

Is this really the same aggressive little firecracker from just a moment ago?

Turns out she's not a firecracker, she's a psycho-clingy one!

Song Ying hugged Qin Xun's thigh and shook it vigorously, acting spoiled.

This was her finishing move; dealing with her father, her uncle, and her grandfather was always a breeze. No matter how cold or hard their hearts were, they couldn't withstand this routine of hers.

Suddenly!

She heard a sound.

"Go to hell... you!"

The leg she was hugging suddenly exerted force, actually flipping her over.

Her hands let go, she half-knelt on the ground, her body fell backward, and the back of her head knocked over something.

Immediately after, everything went black before her eyes.

She smelled a sour, foul odor in her nose.

Qin Xun looked at Song Ying, who had been shaken off by his leg, fallen backward, and had her head unfortunately stuck inside a trash can.

He felt a bit awkward.

"Uh... this..."

Two seconds later.

"Wuwu... cough... wuwu..."

A sobbing sound came from inside the trash can, and because her head was inside it, it sounded like it had reverb added to it.

The crying sounded even more miserable!

Xia Ning's expression changed slightly. She quickly walked over, crouched down, and removed the trash can from Song Ying's head, only to find that her head was covered by a sun-protective jacket that was obscuring her face.

She took off the sun-protective jacket and gently brushed the fruit peels and paper scraps off Song Ying's head and shoulders.

She then took out a wet wipe and wiped her face.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"There's a hair salon nearby. Let me take you to wash your hair!"

Song Ying looked up at the guilty-looking Qin Xun, clutched her chest with both hands, and shook her head.

"Wuwu... forget it... wuwu..."

"Forget it... waaa... you guys just go!"

Qin Xun sighed at the girl crying on the ground.

He had never been good at coaxing children.

But today, it seemed he had no choice.

He walked over, looked down at Song Ying, and sighed.

"Um... little one, stop crying!"

Song Ying's crying grew even louder!

Qin Xun said again.

"I'll take your order!"

Song Ying suddenly raised her head, her face covered in tears, and let out a snort of laughter, almost blowing a snot bubble.

...

The three of them left the photo studio.

Xia Ning took Song Ying to a luxuriously decorated hair salon and spent 300 yuan to wash her hair, which startled Qin Xun.

300 yuan?

To wash hair?

That's enough to get a "little head" wash at Red Romance!

After washing her hair.

Qin Xun took them to a quiet park nearby.

The three of them sat on a bench beside a bluestone path, with a large willow tree above them and a lake behind them.

A breeze blew from the lake.

It was exceptionally cool under the shade of the trees.

Qin Xun was in the middle, Xia Ning on the left, and Song Ying on the right.

Just now, Xia Ning and Song Ying had spent five minutes signing the contract, and the 300,000 yuan payment had already been transferred to the company.

He was somewhat impressed by the young girl's boldness; she spent 300,000 more readily than he spent 30, giving him the illusion that he was swindling a child out of her pocket money.

Qin Xun turned to look at Song Ying.

"Little one, you..."

Song Ying interrupted: "Brother, my name is Song Ying. You can call me Yingying."

Qin Xun sighed helplessly.

"Song Ying, sing a song for me."

Song Ying was not shy at all.

"I have an original song. Shall I sing it for you?"

Qin Xun: "Whatever."

As soon as he finished speaking.

Song Ying started to sing, her voice melodic and lingering, like willow branches swaying gently in the wind.

"Picking a little flower to give to an adult"

"The flower blooms but bears no fruit..."

...

After the song was finished.

Xia Ning clapped gently, engaging in some professional flattery.

"That was very good!"

Qin Xun turned to look at Xia Ning, not letting her off until she blushed, before turning back to look at Song Ying.

"Are you planning to become an internet celebrity with this one song?"

Song Ying felt a bit awkward.

Usually, boys were very gentlemanly towards her, but Qin Xun seemed even stricter than her father. As expected of a marketing genius, it was normal for him to have a bit of a temper.

She explained.

"I only started learning composition recently."

Qin Xun turned to look at the small woods in the distance and said indifferently.

"Your singing skills are okay, they'll do."

"Whether something becomes popular or not has never depended on singing skills. Otherwise, the most popular singers in the world would be the teachers at various music conservatories."

Song Ying nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

This sentence struck a chord with her.

Whether something becomes popular is actually very strange; no one dares to say they have a secret formula for guaranteed success.

Even a pretty girl like her, who looks good, has a quirky personality, sings well, and can compose music, posts singing videos on short video platforms like Douyin.

She had tried all sorts of methods.

Singing in the classroom.

Singing in the park.

Singing in the vegetable market.

Renting an opera house to sing.

Singing sad love songs.

Singing sweet love songs.

...

She even spent tens of thousands of yuan to buy traffic, but the result was that she only gained over 10,000 organic followers on Douyin. At this rate, she was afraid she wouldn't even reach 100,000 before she died.

Her current follower count wasn't even as high as an old man online who plows fields and picks up cow dung.

If it weren't for her family being so strict about maintaining a clean reputation, she would have even considered doing suggestive content!

Perhaps this was the secret code to traffic!

Song Ying glanced at Qin Xun, feeling somewhat resentful.

"Sigh..."

She had finally gathered her courage.

The first time she tried suggestive content at the photo studio, this kind of thing happened.

Bad luck!

Qin Xun closed his eyes slightly, feeling the lake breeze beside him, while a pile of marketing cases from his previous life about how a single song could go viral and gain millions of followers flooded his mind.

He rummaged through them, picking and choosing to find a good one.

Seeing Qin Xun close his eyes, Song Ying was about to speak up to call him, but saw Xia Ning make a gesture for her to be quiet.

She shut her mouth.

One minute later.

Qin Xun opened his eyes and turned to look at Song Ying.

"What type of songs do you like or excel at? I'll write one for you."

Song Ying was startled.

"You know how to write songs?"

Qin Xun: "I just learned recently."

Song Ying: "..."

Then his level wasn't the same as hers, or perhaps even worse.

She was a bit worried.

"Writing songs is very troublesome. You need to compose, write lyrics, and handle the post-production arrangement, otherwise..."

Qin Xun interrupted.

"My question is, what type of songs are you good at?"

Seeing Qin Xun's serious expression, Song Ying hesitated for a moment.

"Whatever I'm good at, you'll write?"

Qin Xun: "Yes."

Song Ying: "Composing, and also lyrics?"

Qin Xun: "Yes."

Song Ying silently looked at Qin Xun, then looked at Xia Ning. Seeing her cold expression and that she wasn't planning to speak up for her, she gradually showed a troubled expression on her face.

Only an outsider would think that composing and writing lyrics is very simple.

"Uh..."

"Actually, it's not really that hard!"

Because more than 20,000 songs are uploaded to original music websites every day, over 7 million a year.

But for an amateur to want to break through with one song, it is truly too difficult, too difficult.

It can be counted as one in a million.

After all, it's a lot if one or two songs can go viral online in a month.

Song Ying looked at Qin Xun and said seriously.

"Brother, maybe I should just sing a song that is already popular online. They come with their own traffic, so your marketing will be more effective."

"Let's play it safe."

Money, she had.

But if this marketing attempt didn't succeed, she might not necessarily get another chance to work with Qin Xun.

If it weren't for the fact that she accidentally got kicked into a trash can by him today, he definitely wouldn't have agreed to help her.

Qin Xun listened, lost in thought, and nodded.

"What you say makes sense. Let's play it safe and recreate that marketing scenario one-to-one."

Song Ying didn't understand and looked at Xia Ning.

Xia Ning was also confused.

She also didn't understand, recreate what scenario?

...

Qin Xun asked Xia Ning to give him the notebook she was carrying.

He picked up a pen and started writing on the paper.