Chapter 297 Is This Writing a Song Again?

Hearing Chu Ye mention it, Nanyue knew that when Chaoyang handed over the new song to Hongyu, he attached a power of attorney with a lawyer's official seal.

It is to entrust Hongyu to donate all the income from lyrics and music for him in the name of Chaoyang.

With such complete procedures, Chu Ye naturally complied, and there was no need to worry about legal disputes in the future.

However, he was also curious about Chaoyang, otherwise, he would not have said so much to Nanyue at that time.

Now such a DEMO is sent again, which seems even more mysterious.

But it also made it clear to Chu Ye that the other party just wanted to hide his true identity, and he didn't want Nan Yue to know.

Therefore, Chu Ye simply gave up looking for traces and did not pursue who Chaoyang was.

Nan Yue turned to ask Xiao Wu, but he didn't hold out much hope.

[Xiao Wu, can you find out who Chaoyang is? 】

[The host is possible, but the host needs to pay the system with a thousand spirit stones! 】

Sheng Jingheng's information is only one hundred spirit stones, tsk, who is he looking down on?

Nan Yue snorted to himself, but he didn't agree to pay, but simply gave up.

Anyway, Chaoyang wrote her one song at a time. If she wrote several songs at a time, then she really had to figure out who this person was, otherwise she wouldn't dare to sing.

The group of three returned to city A, and Nanyue went to board the flight to city J without any rest.

With such a turning point, I can only arrive at J City after 8 o'clock in the evening, and then go to the ancient town, it is estimated that it will be late at night.

Before boarding the plane, Nan Yue specially chatted with Li Meijun on WeChat, so that the latter could go to bed by himself without waiting for her to arrive.

After getting off the plane, Nan Yue was in the discussion group of the six of them, and saw a group photo of dinner with all five of them except her.

Sheng Jingheng was wearing a black hooded sweater, and looked at the camera in a cooperative manner, his eyes were straight, as if he was looking at the person who saw the photo through the camera.

Nanyue's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately resized the photo, without saying anything in the discussion group.

And eight or nine o'clock is the time when every city is prone to traffic jams. Along the way in Nanyue, they practiced silently for a long time before being reminded by the driver that they were approaching.

It was already dark outside, Nan Yue looked at the time, it was almost eleven o'clock.

This week is exhausting enough, and she has been running around for a long time. Even if she has a different physical fitness than ordinary people, she will still be a little sleepy.

However, after arriving at the small building, smelling the smell of the pot of pine tree she sent out, it woke her up.

Nan Yue lowered her head slightly and smiled knowingly. She didn't know when this place became a place where she could completely rest her body and mind.

Here, she is always subconsciously being an ordinary person, laughing or making trouble, without restraint.

After taking a deep breath, Nan Yue pushed open the courtyard door, carried the suitcase, and entered lightly.

After entering, I found that the lights in the yard were not just for her, but because there were still people using them.

Hearing the slight opening of the door, the man sitting in the teahouse in Yuanzhong raised his head slightly and looked over indifferently.

Facing his bottomless eyes, Nan Yue was startled for a moment, and then subconsciously looked at the tabletop of the teahouse.

There are a few sheets of music on it, and they are pressed casually with the mobile phone. The white earphone cable is plugged into the mobile phone. One earphone is hung on his right ear, while the other is ignored and hangs down naturally.

Is he writing songs again? Or, just started writing the second song?

Then on the night of her birthday last time, he stayed up most of the night without sleeping. He was not writing a song, but what was he doing?