I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

After knowing the address from Uncle Maori, Guangyou greeted Xiaolan and went out.

As a celebrity, Yucheng Liuli is naturally rich. Her home is located in a high-end apartment in central Tokyo.

There was still a long way to go, Guangyou also took back what he had said before and asked Uncle Maori to call him a taxi before he left.

Sitting in the back seat of the taxi, Guangyou exclaimed, "It's so fragrant!"

After driving out of Mihuacho, high-rise buildings are everywhere.

Rows of buildings flashed past the car windows.

"Children, the place is here."

The driver stopped the car and at the same time turned around and handed the remaining money to Guangyou, "I wish you a happy day."

Guangyou fully responded, took the money, pushed the door and got out of the car.

The money was paid in advance by the uncle Maori, but it is a good thing that the money does not need to be turned in later.

Entering the elevator of the building, Guangyou directly pressed the button on the 18th floor.

Yucheng Liuli lives in 1802 on the 18th floor of this building.

"You are welcome, Guangyou."

Yucheng Liuli opened the door and smiled, "Come in, I'll pour you a glass of juice."

"Thank you."

Guangyou walked in, put on slippers, stepped on the hallway, walked around a corner and saw the living room of the apartment.

He scanned the apartment for a week, subconsciously observing the apartment.

The overall color is warm, because the apartment did not turn on the lights due to daylight.

The presence of floor-to-ceiling windows prevents the room from looking very dark even if the lights are not turned on.

Guangyou sat on the sofa, leaning back, looking out through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

There are many buildings shorter than this one, and you can see all of them through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Some plots from novels and movies could not help but appear in his mind:

President Gao Leng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, with a glass of red wine swayed in his hand, those cold and aloof eyes revealed three-point coldness, three-point sneer and four-point carelessness. His lips rose slightly to reveal a wicked smile.. .

"Why do you feel good sand sculptures."

Guangyou interrupted his cranky thoughts and turned to look at Yucheng Liuli who came out of the kitchen.

"I heard Kogoro say that you want to learn music?"

After Yucheng Liuli handed the juice to Guangyou, she sat down on the sofa very ladylike, "Sing a few sentences first, let me teach you specifically."

"Actually, I want to ask Auntie to help me find someone to make up an accompaniment."

Guangyou scratched his head, his tone was a little awkward, "I have a song here, and I forgot something to accompany it."

"Do you have a song?"

Yucheng Liuli's face was surprised.

The child in front of me said so, it means that there is no such song at present, or why do I need to make up the accompaniment?

"Can you show me the lyrics?"

Yucheng Liuli didn't think this was a joke.

Even if the quality of the songs from the child in front of her is not high, even if she sees a little talent, she will give birth to a love of talent.

Those who didn't come from children, even the world's top artists, were cultivated since childhood.

If she knew her thoughts, Guangyou could only smile.

He has never thought of being a star at present. These are not written by him. He just thinks it is suitable for this scene, so he can use it.

He himself thinks he has no right to mark these works to himself.

Even if there are no such people in this world...

Guangyou blinked at Yucheng Liuli and said, "Can I sing it?"

"of course can."

Yucheng Liuli nodded, looking forward to it, "I also look forward to Guangyou how you sing."

"Cough cough cough!"

Guangyou cleared his throat by coughing lightly with a hand-shaped fist on his mouth.

That appearance made Yucheng Liuli feel better, and said, "It's pretty professional."

"The ever-extending shadows are juxtaposed on the red brick road."

As soon as the first sentence came out, Yucheng Liuli put away his joking thoughts.

She has never heard it, and she can guess from the first sentence that this song is probably a love song.

Yucheng Liuli couldn't help taking a look at Guangyou.

Is there a song she has never heard before?

Was this song written by the kid in front of you?

If it is, that's too talented!

But is it too early?

A love song for a pupil?

Listening, Yucheng Liuli also forgot the so-called problem and became a listener.

Guangyou's voice is very immature at present, but it does not affect the emotion contained in the lyrics and the story of the song.

Very plain, very simple, and very happy.

This is the first impression of Yucheng Liuli when he heard this song.

This is from the perspective of the audience.

From the perspective of a singer, Yucheng Liuli's evaluation of this song is just four words: a good song, a fire.

Use the simplest words to tell the happiest story.

"From now on, I will always be with you..."

When the last word was over, Yucheng Liuli was deeply moved.

She couldn't help applauding Guangyou, and praised: "This song is really good, and Guangyou can sing it well."

"When you grow up, singing this song will probably be more touching."

Yucheng Liuli's evaluation is very pertinent, and Guangyou also quite agrees.

Although he can sing in a more mature voice, it is not necessary for the time being.

"I will take you to the recording studio."

Yucheng Liuli thought for a while and said, "The equipment there is better. I will find someone to help you make it up when the time comes."

Guangyou nodded without thinking.

In this situation, Yucheng Liuli's method is undoubtedly very good. He can sing, but he really doesn't understand this aspect.

It was easy for him to sing, but it was a bit difficult for him to make up the accompaniment.

"Go now?"

Guangyou got up and looked at Yucheng Liuli, he was ready to go straight to the recording studio to show off his voice.

He has sung on stage and on the grass, but he hasn't really sung in the studio.

Speaking of it, I still have some small expectations...

"Now?"

Yucheng Liuli turned his head and glanced at the watch hanging on the wall, and said, "I'll take you to have an afternoon meal. It's too early now."

Guangyou nodded and smiled sweetly: "Okay, thank you Aunt Yucheng."

Yucheng Liuli stretched out her hand and rubbed Guangyou's hair, smiled and said, "It's okay."

After finalizing the next itinerary, the two went to a western restaurant near the building and ordered two steaks randomly, which was regarded as lunch.

Yucheng Liuli did not speak, "Guangyou, can I ask who wrote this song?"

"This song was written by Mr. Satomi and composed by Mr. Yoshiki Matsumoto."

Guangyou cut a small piece of steak, put it in his mouth with a fork, bit the steak, and said vaguely, "I remember the first time I heard Aunt Nakajima sing it."

These three names are undoubtedly quite unfamiliar to Yucheng Liuli.

It stands to reason that for a song of this quality, the composer and lyrics should also be very famous.

Even if she is not very famous, at least she should have heard of it as a singer, but the truth is that she has not.

Yucheng Liuli frowned slightly and asked, "Guangyou, do you know the contact information of these seniors?"

Guangyou raised his head and looked at Yucheng Liuli, revealing the color of thought.