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Xu Qingyan had finished singing and he looked down to see that Pei Muchan was still lost in thought.

"Can you figure out the score?"

"Yes!" Pei Muchan snapped back to reality and then felt she hadn't made herself clear enough, "This song is very beautiful, it's highly polished, the song is amazing, and so are you."

"Thank you." Xu Qingyan automatically ignored the last sentence.

He wasn't amazing. People should be aware of their own abilities; he didn't create songs, he was just a mover of tunes from the music library.

"So... you only spent half a day to complete this entire song, and from beginning to end, it only took one day?" After hesitating for a moment, Pei Muchan asked.

"Yes." He began to make up a story, "The melody was already in my head, it's just that this time it suddenly came to mind, and I thought to make it into a song."

"Do you have any other melodies?" She had realized a certain blind spot.

"Yes."

Upon hearing this, Pei Muchan fell silent.

She was doubting her life a little. What was this? Was God hand-feeding her?

"Also... have you thought them through?"

"Hmm, roughly, I have a general melody." Xu Qingyan thought for a moment and had a clear answer in mind, "I've thought of most of the lyrics, but I still need to make some changes."

"About what?"

"Blue and white porcelain."

"Ah?" Pei Muchan looked confused, a song about porcelain?

She actually wanted to say that this type of theme was rather unpopular, and many beginners write songs with odd themes like hand-cranked tractors, plastic bags, and such.

But reality is harsh; the market doesn't accept them, and in the end, they just become the odds and ends that expand the music library.

Yet on second thought, Xu Qingyan was still a newbie, there was no need to crush his confidence. Moreover, in the songwriting business, there weren't strict rules to follow, and there were many cases where a clumsy fighter defeated a master.

A moment later.

"Could you sing it again, and do you mind if I record it?" She took out her phone and glanced at the time, "I'll go back and write out the complete score for you."

"Not at all, thank you for the huge favor."

Upon hearing that, Pei Muchan paused for a moment and asked indifferently.

"This song is really good, aren't you afraid I'll take it? This song could bring you an income of more than a million at least."

"I'm not scared, you're so pretty, you won't deceive me," he said.

"Why?" Pei Muchan looked up at him, a tender smile flickered in her eyes, "Haven't you heard people say, the prettier the woman, the more deceitful she can be."

"If an ugly one deceives me, I wouldn't believe it either," Xu Qingyan added, "But this song, sister, if you want it, just take it."

Outside the window was pitch-black, the living room was bright.

Xu Qingyan and Pei Muchan, separated by a glass coffee table, one standing and the other sitting by the movable sofa. One looking down, the other looking up, their gazes colliding.

Under the incandescent light, she reached to gather her scattered hair, and tucked it behind her ear.

"Are you not afraid... that you will never be able to write such a good song again? The first song written has a different meaning, doesn't it? To just hand it over to me confidently like this."

Xu Qingyan looked perplexed, "Uh, actually, I have quite a few more."

Hearing this, Pei Muchan's heart felt as if it had ridden a roller coaster. Just moments before, she had been lifted high by being called "sister," but then a single sentence had sent her crashing back to reality.

He had quite a few more, huh?? Alright, Providence is giving me food.

Pei Muchan took a deep breath, casting aside the myriad thoughts in her mind and strived to refocus on the song.

Suddenly, she realized the song still didn't have a definite name.

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"What's this song called?"

"Qing Tian," he said.

"Qing Tian?" Pei Muchan was somewhat surprised; the entire song seemed to be about rain, yet it was titled "Qing Tian."

She remembered that the lyrics ended with a goodbye, which should mean the overall tone of the song was sad. Yet, recalling the prelude played that afternoon, it was unmistakably cheerful.

"Sure, take your time with arranging the score; I'm not in a hurry," Xu Qingyan said. "The accompaniment and such, those are going to cost money, right?"

"Don't worry about that, I have a studio that can take care of it for you," Pei Muchan said, genuinely interested. "Qing Tian" was indeed a rare gem of a song.

"The copyright registration can be quite troublesome, but if you trust me, my studio can take care of that too. It won't take long, maybe a day or two."

"Okay, I'll leave it to you," Xu Qingyan said, showing complete trust in Pei Muchan, and then he casually asked, "Once the song is produced, do you want to sing it?"

He hardly called her "Sister Pei"; it was usually just "you," or jokingly "sister." If he was bolder, he could even directly say, "Hey Pei, come here, I have something to tell you."

"Me?" The smile faded from Pei Muchan's face, and she became serious, "Do you mean you want to sell the song to me?"

After all, she was a diva who had weathered many storms, even if her glory days were gone. The moment she heard about buying a song, Pei Muchan's perspective couldn't help but shift to that of a singer.

"Yes," Xu Qingyan nodded.

"The value of this song is hard to define, but if you really want to sell I'll take it." Pei Muchan frowned slightly, pondering for a while before saying, "One million two hundred thousand."

For a newcomer, that was almost the highest price possible.

Pei Muchan's own most popular song, at the peak of its commercial value, was worth only two million eight hundred thousand. It could be higher if she took on commercial performances.

"I just want two hundred thousand, but I want a cut, twenty percent," Xu Qingyan held up two fingers, proposing a price he had already thought through.

In the entertainment industry, songs are usually sold outright.

A few outstanding lyricists and composers negotiate a share of the earnings with the singer, typically the singer gets eighty percent and the lyricist and composer split twenty percent.

The quality of "Qing Tian" was evident for all to see, but since it hadn't yet been tested by the market, Pei Muchan's offer to buy it outright for one million two hundred thousand was quite generous.

After all, if the song flopped, Pei Muchan would have to shoulder the loss, which could end up costing her at least one million five hundred thousand.

But Xu Qingyan believed in the potential of "Qing Tian" and that it wouldn't go unnoticed. He had the patience to wait and see how Pei Muchan would choose.

"A share?" Pei Muchan was a bit surprised, lowering her head to think for a moment before saying, "You better think it through. This song is worth a lot. If it were given to another singer, it might end up being even more valuable, possibly reaching around two million."

"I can't offer that much right now, and my recent condition has been declining severely... Maybe I won't make that much in the end."

"If the market feedback isn't good, the money you end up with might only be three to four hundred thousand."

"I know," Xu Qingyan looked down at her, "I trust you, and I trust 'Qing Tian.' Once the song is released, it will definitely find its audience."

Pei Muchan looked up, staring blankly at Xu Qingyan's resolutely confident face.