For a musician, a singer, there is no doubt that the voice is important. Listening to songs, listening to songs, even in the era of idols, pure strength holders still occupy the mainstream of the music scene. Simply put, having good external conditions can add points, but not having them doesn't prevent one from becoming popular either.

  But if you don't have good vocal conditions, sorry, you won't make it.

  But on the other hand, to a certain extent, becoming a qualified and even great musician and singer doesn't necessarily require having a pleasant voice. It's not that it's completely impossible without one, because in the end, what songs and music aim to convey to listeners is emotion.

  So, don't look at some people who only have a broken gong-like voice, but when they really sing, it's not necessarily bad to hear. Who knows, after singing one song, you might be moved to tears.

  On the other hand, some people may have a naturally gifted voice, but after many years of struggling, they still can't make it big!

  It all boils down to emotions.

  With emotions, songs have flavor; with emotions, songs will have the power to move people's hearts.

  For a successful singer, keen musical sense and delicate emotional grasp are indispensable.

  Liao Liao is not yet successful, but undoubtedly, being chosen by the company as a key target for further development after releasing only one single, she has already possessed these two points.

  In short, she is a music sensitive person.

  And what is called a music sensitive person... A good song, of course, is one that can move every ordinary person and make them feel the emotions in the music. But when the same song is heard by a music sensitive person, they can immediately feel that kind of spiritual resonance.

  When Liao Liao put on her headphones and pressed the play button, she was filled with a bit of helplessness, a bit of amusement, and a bit of indifference.

  It's only natural, after all, that one wouldn't even need to think about it to know the outcome: she herself started learning piano at eleven, playing guitar at thirteen, and began trying her hand at composing lyrics and music at sixteen. She was also dubbed a "musical prodigy" very early on. However, without needing to look too far back, just standing from today's perspective and looking back, how many of the songs she wrote during those years when she was sixteen or seventeen, or before graduating from college, were truly mature creations? At the time, she thought they were really great works, but now, aren't they still quite immature?

  In music, she has always been a very proud and even somewhat arrogant person! And even if she is proud and arrogant, she thinks that her early works are really nothing to show for.

  So what expectations could she possibly have for a seventeen-year-old high school student's work?

  It's even better to fantasize that Gu Yu Long would suddenly say: "Hey, Liao Liao, I really like your voice, let me write a song for you!" than to expect a 17-year-old boy to produce something mature.

  Yes, maturity... In her opinion, the works of a 17-year-old boy on this tape do not need to be stunning, and even if they are just slightly more mature, it is already rare.

  After all, he is only seventeen years old.

  However, when she pressed the play button, she heard a delicate and quiet voice singing slowly with the crisp guitar sound: "The tears you shed at that time cannot be wiped away, the road is too long, forgiveness cannot be caught up..."

  Suddenly, her chopsticks stopped in mid-air.

  The tape recorder is just an ordinary tape recorder, even if it's a high-end one used by journalists for interviews. The recording quality is really not good, fortunately, it's only the recording quality that's not great, apart from the hissing noise caused by the tape recorder's operation, there are no other extraneous sounds to disrupt this calm and melancholic melody.

  She slightly opened her mouth, and her eyes widened a bit, listening to the voice in the recorder continue singing: "You are my unspoken wound, wanting to forget but can't help thinking of it, like an exile, stumbling all the way, your bondage, unable to be released..."

  For more than a minute, she didn't move at all.

  Qī Jié's face wore a smile as she slowly ate her steamed buns and drank the scalding hot soy milk, all while gazing at her.

  There's a hint of smugness in his eyes...

  And Huang Wenjuan, on the other hand, was stunned there since Liao Liao suddenly stopped holding his chopsticks. But she couldn't hear any sound and had no way of knowing what was being played in the recorder, only looking at Liao Liao's shocked expression, feeling a bit bewildered and at a loss.

  "Qī jiě, she... is nothing wrong?" She asked softly.

  Qijie shook her head and beckoned to her, "Eat! Don't just stare, eat!"

  A minute or so later, Liao Liao suddenly came back to herself. Then, with a "pa" sound, she put down her chopsticks and pressed the rewind button.

  Huang Wenjuan was about to reach out and grab a fried dough stick when she was startled, looked up at her, and saw that although her eyes were unfocused, they shone brightly, as if on the verge of extreme joy.

  She slapped the stop button and then pressed play again.

  But no, it's still not in place, so I rewound the tape again, and this time it was fine, just as the guitar sound came up.

  Liao Liao slightly pursed her lips, and a gluttonous light flickered in her eyes.

  Still that guitar, still that voice, a voice that seems to naturally carry a melancholic tone, calmly begins to sing:

  "White moonlight, somewhere in my heart,"

  So bright, yet so icy cool.

  Everyone has a sorrow.

  Trying to hide, but it becomes more and more apparent.

  Silver moonlight shines on both ends of the horizon

  In heart, but not by side

  Wipe away, your tears at that time

  The road is too long, and forgiveness cannot be caught up with.

  ……”

  Liao's breathing was uneven, her fists clenched slightly, and she panted heavily as if she were running a marathon. The air conditioner in the room was turned up high, but after rewinding twice, there seemed to be fine beads of sweat on her eyebrows and nose tip.

  Then, Qi Jie finished her breakfast first.

  She got up nonchalantly, fetched water, boiled it, took out a small can of green tea, poured some into three teacups, and when the water was boiling, she calmly poured it to rinse the tea.

  She occasionally glanced at Liao Liao during her spare time while doing things.

  And every time this happens, a smile always appears on her face.

  A wisp of fragrance wafted up in the room.

  Finally, although she had been carefully observing Liao Liao's movements all along, Huang Wenjuan didn't eat much either and soon finished her meal. Seeing Qi Jie pass over a cup of tea, she took it while looking at Liao Liao and then at the temporary small dining table, asking: "Do you want to wake her up and let her eat something first?"

  Qijie smiled and said, "Why don't you call her name and try?"

  Huang Wenjuan thought for a moment, then shook her head, "Forget it, once when she was writing songs I asked her to eat and she almost killed me... If not, I'd rather wait a bit longer and buy it for her later!"

  After finishing speaking, she put down her teacup and quickly cleared away the temporary dining table.

  But suddenly, Liao Liao took off one of his headphones and complained with a look of dissatisfaction, "What's all this!"

  Qijie and Huang Wenjuan turned around to look at her at the same time.

  Liao Liao waved his hand with the earphones and continued to say discontentedly: "Why is he still singing this kind of song?"

  Qijie curiously walked over, took the headphones and put them on. As soon as she listened, she burst out laughing.

  "In the earphones, it's singing: 'In the rainy season of seventeen years old, memories of childhood are slowly approaching...'"

  So Qi Jie said: "I don't think that's enough! Actually, I think the songs he writes are just like this, and they're more suitable for someone of his age to write and sing."

  Liao Liao furrowed his brow, speaking slightly louder: "But compared to the previous one, this song is too ordinary! Although the melody and rhythm are still good, I admit that this song's market potential is not worse than the last one, but...this style is completely different..."

  Although she frowned, she still patiently listened to the whole song.

  However, the following one is still this!

  Just now, when she heard that song, Liao Liao didn't feel like he had sung it many times. Or maybe, even though he sang it many times, she still couldn't help but rewind and listen again, but this one was a bit unpalatable, so...she fast-forwarded.

  But "pop", the tape ran out.

  She took out the tape and was about to flip it over to continue listening when Qijie suddenly said: "The other side hasn't been recorded yet, it's a blank tape."

  Liao was taken aback for a moment, weighing the tape in his hand, and asked her, "Is there anything else?"

  Qijie turned around, took out two more tapes from her bag and handed them to her. "I just started recording not long before you came, I only recorded these, a total of seven songs, they're all here."

  Liao Liao didn't say a word and took it over, only to see that both sides of the tape were written with words.

  The first cassette tape had written on one side: "1. Ashamed of oneself." and on the other side: "1. Goodnight Jinan, 2. He must love you very much."

  The second tape has written on one side: "1. He must love you very much, 2. Bo Zhong Zi." On the other side is written: "1. Bo Zhong Zi, 2. Wish you a smooth journey."

  Adding those two songs I heard earlier, yeah, a total of seven songs, that's right.

  His fingers hesitated over the two tapes for a moment before Liao Liao inserted the one labeled "No Place to Hide".

  She soon heard that familiar voice, only this time it was tinged with sadness and desolation, he sang hoarsely:

  I will fall asleep in tonight's rain

  Accompanied by the sound of domestic road rollers

  Accompanied by the deafening sound of shattering wounds,

  Fell asleep in tonight's rain

  Good night, Jinan.

  Good night, all you insomniacs.

  The wind will follow the midnight bell northward.

  With the boy begging on the street

  With broken tires by the roadside

  The sound of the bell at midnight goes north

  Good night, Jinan.

  Good night, all you insomniacs.

  Good night, Jinan.

  Good night, all lonely people.

  ……”

  Suddenly, a strong electric current seemed to strike, shining brightly, arcing like lightning, and with a loud "crack", it struck her heart!

  His whole body was suddenly paralyzed!

  However, every cell in his body suddenly jumped up!

  She nervously swallowed her saliva, her fingers slightly trembling, and a faint flush rose to her cheeks!

  If saying that the previous song should be called "White Moonlight" was just making her heart flutter, then this one is like planting a flag directly on her heart!

  She has been occupied!