The National Male God is Ruthless and Strong: Lord Qin, I Spoil You!

Yan Tao breathed out lightly.

He spit out the sadness and resentment that had been accumulated in his heart for many years.

"Snapped!"

"Pop!"

After everyone came back to their senses, they felt that their blood was still boiling. They were naturally capable in Smith's team.

It is no exaggeration to say that this young man's music and singing are the sounds of nature.

They looked at the Chinese boy in front of them with admiration. At this time, any praise was not as real as applause.

sounds amazing!

Even though I didn't understand the lyrics, I still felt sad and shed tears all over my face.

"Yan, which language is this song in? Why have I never heard it before?"

Smith considers himself to be well-informed. He is proficient in six languages ​​and knows a little bit about many languages, but he has never heard the language spoken by Yan Tao.

Moreover, it does not seem to belong to any language family he has studied.

"A very special language."

Yan Tao didn't want to say anything more. She stood up and stood, "Are you done recording?"

"Recorded!"

The sound engineer's face turned red, "I have a hunch that if this song is released, it will become a hit!"

"famous?"

Smith shook his head, "Nowadays, people like pop songs, and they don't like piano music as much as before."

He insisted on producing and releasing this piece of music because he wanted to release it to fellow piano enthusiasts and colleagues in the music industry.

Piano music is, after all, a niche hobby.

It's like Beethoven's Moonlight. It's of palace-level quality, but who would listen to it often?

Just know it.

Yan Tao curled her lips and said goodbye to Smith, and she was ready to go home.

It was almost four o'clock.

Smith's students were all very excited, "I'll see you off."

"I send!"

"What are you trying to grab!" Smith snorted, "You all go get the music, and I'll send Yan off!"

Smith: At this point, you can just grab a meal, hehehe...

He had been thinking about Yan Tao's craftsmanship for a long time.

However, he was not the only one who was thinking about Yan Tao.

At the door of Yan's house, a young man held a kitten and patted the door desperately.

"Yantao, get out of here!"

"You have the guts to leave me in the imperial capital, but don't have the guts to come out?"

"Yantao! You stingy, I knew you deliberately left me and ran away!"

"I'm telling you, if you want to throw it away, I'll leave. No way!"

Luce was absolutely furious.

There was no news about Yan Tao as soon as he left. When he left, at least he got a call back.

Well, if she leaves, it will be like disappearing from the world.

It doesn’t matter if the world disappears, he doesn’t care!

What do you mean by not giving money!

So when Yan Tao came back, what he saw was Uncle Lu Si sitting in the yard.

He was complaining to Granny Jiang in grief, with the kitten in his arms.

"Grandma, Spades gives me a salary of one dollar and fifty cents a day and freezes my card," Luz wiped his tears. "I am a minor and I have to raise a little one. It is extremely miserable."

Grandma Jiang is very interested in Zongbaobao.

The little milk cat has not grown much, its eyes are round and watery, and it looks very cute.

Grandma Jiang’s cuteness was instantly revealed.

The little old lady hugged the cat and began to think, why should she raise a child instead of a cat?

Yan Tao watched the entire process of Lu Si's complaint. He lazily leaned against the door and said in a cold tone, "Lu Si, I don't think you even want a salary of one dollar and a half."

The bone-chilling tone fell into Luce's ears, and he subconsciously turned his head and jumped up.