The square in front of the station is not small. It is a rectangular piece of land close to 30 acres, with a contrasting design on the left and right.

Advertisements for travel companies are everywhere in hotels, restaurants and snack bars.

Across the road from the square is a roundabout park that is much larger than the square. It is planted with flowers, plants and trees. Unfortunately, it is already mid-September, and it looks completely dry.

Zhou Xinbing took Zhang Yanming's hand and walked north: "I want to eat fried chicken legs. There is a restaurant over there that makes the best ones."

This is a branch road, directly connected to the station square.

As soon as you enter, there are some snack bars, and further inside there is a video store, with cassettes, CDs, and videos playing music and dance music.

A newly built building on the left is a wholesale market for miscellaneous goods, and on the right is a free shopping mall, which sells brand-name clothing, shoes, hats, electrical appliances, audio and video, and everything else.

The fried chicken legs that Xiaobing mentioned are in the aisle below Liberty Mall. An aisle connects the branch road to the main road. The fried chicken shop is right in the middle. As soon as you come over, you can smell the rich aroma wafting out.

There are a lot of people, so it naturally divides into two groups heading east and west.

Xiaobing pulled Zhang Yanming and squeezed past, and came to the sales window of the small shop. This shop only sells fried chicken legs, which cost six yuan each. It seems that the business is quite popular.

Xiaobing paid the money and waited for more than ten minutes before getting the food. The two of them ate one at a time and walked towards the main road.

The freshly fried chicken legs were a bit hot. Zhou Xinbing pursed her lips and blew on them gently, then carefully and slowly took a small bite. It looked even more tempting than the chicken drumsticks.

Zhang Yanming found that Zhou Xinbing is a person who finds happiness relatively easily. She can show a satisfied and happy smile with just a few words.

"Find a restaurant to have something to eat. Aren't you hungry?"

"I'm going to stay first, then go to the Federation of Literary and Art Circles to do some work, and wait until noon to eat. I can just eat this now, otherwise I won't be able to eat at noon."

She is always very assertive and makes arrangements for things quickly. At this time, she basically doesn't think about anything else, including other people.

Cross the road, follow the outer edge of Huandao Park for a short half circle, and arrive at Gangdu Hotel.

"Can't we live next to the station over there?" Zhang Yanming was a little confused.

Zhou Xinbing dragged him into the hotel, showed his letter of introduction at the front desk and checked in: "Schools in other places don't reimburse me. This is considered a business trip. If I don't reimburse, the subsidy will be gone. The conditions here are better."

Zhang Yanming looked at Zhou Xinbing: "Do you still care about this?"

Zhou Xinbing's eyes narrowed again: "Why don't you care? I deserve it. Besides, it's comfortable to live there." It was like a child taking over some treasure, and he was very happy.

I went to the room on the second floor, put down my things and washed my face.

The room is not too big.

This is an old hotel. It should be older than this country. The roof is very high and the windows are vertical, giving it a somewhat European feel.

A few years ago, only leading cadres were eligible to stay here.

Many things in the room quietly convey a deep sense of age. Although they are old, they are very neat.

The two beds, which are not very large, are covered with Simmons, and there are two armchairs by the window. The thick padding reflects the sunlight coming in from the window.

"Get up. Get me some water. I'm thirsty."

Zhang Yanming got up and poured half a cup of water, then heated it back and forth between the two cups and handed it over.

After drinking water and resting for a short while, Zhou Xinbing got up and dressed, washed her face again, and applied some day cream: "I'm about to use up this, so come with me to Yongyong Market in the afternoon. There's a Pond's store there. I’m afraid I’ll buy fake ones elsewhere.”

The two packed up their bags, locked the door and went downstairs, then took a taxi to the Municipal Federation of Literary and Art Circles.

The Federation of Literary and Art Circles is located in a small building with four rooms behind the children's park.

"Uncle Zhang." Zhou Xinbing called out after entering an office on the second floor.

A gray-haired man behind the desk looked up and smiled: "Xiao Bing, when did you arrive?"

"Just arrived. Uncle Zhang, this is Zhang Yanming, he wrote those two songs."

Zhang Yanming nodded and called him uncle. He didn't understand the relationship between them, and it was hard to say anything else.

"Yeah, not bad. The young man is quite energetic. I said hello to the Propaganda Department. Time is a bit tight. You go here to find Lao Liu and quickly record it and send it to the Propaganda Department."

Uncle Zhang handed over a note, and Zhou Xinbing took it and looked at it: "Okay, then we will go directly and thank you after everything is finished."

"Thank you. I can't help you with anything else, so go ahead and do it."

The two of them took a taxi and headed to the address on the note, feeling a bit in a hurry.

The address given is Gangdu Radio and Television Station.

There are professional recording and broadcasting equipment and other equipment resources here, which are completely sufficient for this recording.

This time I only recorded two standard demos, which did not involve arranging or scoring. I only needed a piano, one track of rhythm and one track of vocals. The key was that I ran out of time.

I found the old Liu that Uncle Zhang was talking about. He was a deputy director of a radio and television station, an old man with a smile.

It was easy to do things, and there was no need to record anything, so the arrangements were quickly made.

Zhou Xinbing entered working mode, sat upright in front of the piano and started playing to find the feeling.

Playing is not just a matter of picking up a piece of music and playing it according to it. You need to find the feeling of resonance between the person and the music, so that you can be immersed in it. Only then can the music and songs you play and sing move people's hearts.

Playing and singing over and over again, refining one verse after another, Zhang Yanming sat aside and watched quietly. At this moment, Zhou Xinbing's whole body exuded an aura that was very attractive.

At noon, I just had a bite on the side and continued in the afternoon without mentioning going to Yongying Market.

No matter what profession you are in, the learning process is boring and boring, and it requires strong perseverance and persistent belief to support yourself.

The same goes for music.

If played over and over again, no matter how beautiful the music is, it will become dull and wear away one's will bit by bit.
Chapter completed!