Chapter 34

Although when Qi Jie introduced Liao Liao as a professional singer, Li Qian had already guessed the reason for her visit, he still hesitated for a moment when she directly said she wanted to buy songs.

It's a good thing that someone is willing to buy his songs. In fact, even without Liao Liao, Li Qian had planned to write songs for others to build connections in the industry before pursuing his own career. Liao Liao's sudden appearance merely advanced this step, which wasn't surprising.

Moreover, as long as someone is willing to use them, Li Qian wouldn't feel bad about giving away a few songs for free. He had plenty of good songs, hundreds or even thousands, and it was impossible to keep them all for himself, especially those for female singers. Therefore, using some of them to build connections was the best choice.

Besides, he was really poor at the moment. The previous Li Qian had left him only about 500 yuan in savings. He spent over 100 yuan on several movies with Wang Jinglu, and he recently bought two or three dozen tapes, all of which were original. The money flowed out like water. Although his father had opened a bank card for him and deposited all his lucky money from childhood, his parents had clearly stated that he could only touch this money after entering college.

So, if he could sell a few songs to get some money, making his life more comfortable, even if it was just to buy more tapes to listen to or to watch more movies, it would be good.

However, the prerequisite for all this was that the songs must be used correctly! If the other party bought them but only put them in the song library without producing or releasing them, Li Qian would rather continue living in poverty than let such good songs gather dust on someone else's shelf.

To put it bluntly, money wasn't important to him now; fame and opportunities were more important!

After hesitating for a moment, Li Qian asked, "How much say do you have in the production of your album?"

Liao Liao was taken aback, then her eyes lit up.

Hearing Li Qian's question, she immediately understood: although he was just a high school student, he wasn't completely ignorant of the rules in the music industry!

Thus, her attitude became even more serious and sincere. She said, "Rest assured, the songs I choose will definitely be produced! My producer has given me a lot of freedom. She only uses the songs I like. If I don't like them, she won't force me. Conversely, as long as I like them, I can use them, and she won't stop me!"

Li Qian nodded.

A smile returned to his face. He asked, "Alright, tell me which ones you like."

Liao Liao became excited immediately. She counted on her fingers, "Three... If you're willing, four would be even better. 'Goodnight Jinan,' 'No Place to Hide,' 'White Moonlight,' and the one you mentioned, 'Lonely Cold Sandbank.'"

Li Qian nodded again, showing a thoughtful expression.

Then he said, "How many more songs do you need for your album?"

Liao Liao blinked, a bit puzzled, but still explained, "I need five more, but I recently got one, so I should be short four. So you can rest assured, I will definitely use them!"

Li Qian smiled and nodded, saying, "I'm not worried about that."

He paused and continued, "It's not that I'm unwilling to sell these songs to you. For example, 'White Moonlight.' This song is very delicate. Its lyrics and melody determine that it's best sung by a voice that is more delicate, with a clearer and higher pitch, or a narrower range, to achieve the best effect... I'm not saying your voice is bad, but every voice has its strengths and weaknesses... Do you understand what I mean?"

Liao Liao nodded, thinking carefully, and realized he was right.

Reflecting on the song now, when she first heard it, she was so surprised and admiring that she didn't think much about it. But upon closer reflection, her voice was better suited for grand and emotional songs, and even crossing over to rock and blues was no problem. However, singing a song that was narrower, finer, and lighter, like 'White Moonlight,' wasn't quite right. The song was definitely good, but she might not be able to bring out its true flavor.

At this point, Li Qian continued, "For example, 'No Place to Hide.' This song isn't entirely unsuitable for you, but have you noticed that its style is a bit harder and colder? Your voice has enough range, but when it comes to subtlety, it's not as sharp! So, this song isn't really suitable for you... This is just my personal opinion, of course, and I've only heard one of your songs, so..."

"No!"

Liao Liao's face was serious, even solemn.

She nodded and said seriously, "What you said... makes a lot of sense."

Li Qian smiled.

Qi Jie and Huang Wenjuan exchanged glances, both looking confused.

Huang Wenjuan was a bit better, as she had some knowledge of music and had been with Liao Liao at the record company for a year, so she could understand some of the professional terms. Qi Jie, however, was completely lost. Although she understood each word, when they were put together, she felt completely lost...

Well, one thing she did understand was that the songs Liao Liao wanted to buy weren't really suitable for her to sing!

And, Li Qian indeed knew a lot about music!

However... Liao Liao and Huang Wenjuan were a bit stunned.

If this was the case, Liao Liao's excitement for the whole day would be completely in vain.

So, when Liao Liao fell silent, frowning in thought, Huang Wenjuan couldn't help but ask, "What about the other two songs? Are they also unsuitable for Liao Liao to sing?"

She had been involved in Liao Liao's album preparation and production from the beginning, knowing how difficult it was for Liao Liao to choose a song. So, she really didn't want to ruin things for any other reason.

Hearing her question, Qi Jie and Liao Liao couldn't help but turn to look at Li Qian.

Li Qian thought for a moment and smiled, saying, "Please wait a moment."

As he spoke, he took off his guitar case. Since the rain had just stopped, there was still some water on the rooftop, so Li Qian leaned the guitar case against the wall at the entrance and opened it.

Inside the case was a guitar, and on the lid was a side pocket where guitar players could store sheet music. It was bulging with a few ordinary exercise books and two thick notebooks.

Li Qian took out one notebook, flipped through a few pages, then put it back and took out the other one.

Even in the short few seconds, the three girls standing around could see that the thick notebook was filled with sheet music... all songs!

Then, Li Qian opened the other notebook and stood up.

This one... was also filled with songs!

The three girls were a bit stunned.

They could guess that this was Li Qian's notebook for recording his works, but... there were so many!

Qi Jie had already heard Li Qian sing many songs, but seeing the thick notebooks filled with lyrics and melodies, she was still shocked.

At this moment, Liao Liao subconsciously swallowed.

Li Qian opened the notebook, and the three women couldn't help but look at the pages.

Then, he flipped, flipped, flipped... and stopped at one page, pressing his finger on the middle line and carefully tearing it out.

After tearing it out, he continued flipping, hesitated for a moment, and then carefully tore out another page... Soon, he had flipped through most of the notebook and torn out four pages.

Snap!

The notebook closed.

Li Qian smiled and handed the four pages to Liao Liao, saying, "Take a look. I think you'll like them, and in terms of style, they are more suitable for your voice."

Liao Liao looked down at the four pages Li Qian handed her and subconsciously swallowed again.

This was the first time she had seen someone sell songs like this!

Suppressing her excitement, Liao Liao took the four pages and couldn't help but glance at the thick notebook in Li Qian's hand.

She wanted to say something but hesitated and didn't speak.

Then, Li Qian turned, squatted down, and put the notebook back in the side pocket, taking out the guitar.

The three girls watched him dumbfounded.

Although Liao Liao eagerly looked down at the papers in her hand, when she saw Li Qian pick up the guitar, she couldn't help but look up and stare at him.

Li Qian put on the guitar and asked, "What's the first one called?"

Liao Liao looked down and said, "It's called 'Wildflowers.'"

Li Qian nodded, strummed a few strings, adjusted the tuning, and started the prelude. But as soon as he started, he stopped. Turning to look at the dazed Qi Jie, he said with a smile, "Teacher Qi, this can be recorded."

Qi Jie was stunned for a moment before coming to her senses.

Her face immediately turned bright red.

It was really... embarrassing!

She had never thought that one day, she would be teased by her student, a 17-year-old boy, and even in front of her best friend... Moreover, she couldn't retaliate at all! And because his teasing was clearly a friendly joke, she felt both angry and amused, but had no resentment at all.

She even felt a bit teased by this little guy!

At this point, Li Qian, having said his piece, ignored the others and started playing and singing:

"The wildflowers on the mountain bloom and wither for whom,

Silently waiting, hoping someone will pick them,

I am like those flowers, waiting for him to come,

Tap my shoulder, and I will follow your lead.

Swaying flowers,

They need your comfort,

Don't let them wither and fade in waiting,

I want to ask if he knows my heart,

Don't let me wander in uncertainty,

..."

As soon as the song started, the simple yet melodic tune and the deep, warm voice immediately stunned the three girls.

Huang Wenjuan was dumbfounded, a bit shocked.

This was the first time she had heard Li Qian sing and the first time she had heard his song.

From the perspective of an ordinary listener, it was very good!

At this moment, although the red on Qi Jie's face hadn't faded, she couldn't help but look up, staring intently at Li Qian's handsome face, her eyes suddenly brightening.

At this moment, unlike the other two, Liao Liao, while looking at Li Qian, couldn't help but swallow again, thinking, "This is just a page he tore out from his notebook..."